Ethan: appears in a wisp of mist I never thought I'd seeee you here! Holding my violin... so bittersweeet!
I play it beautifully I know how much this means to you…
his eyes widen with disbelief You... you can play it? But how??
She holds it out for him to take
Ethan's ghostly fingers brush over the instrument as if he could actually touch it. He gazes at it longingly but doesn't take it.
No... It's yours now. Play for me, please.
plays a haunting melody on the violin
listens intently, visibly moved You play it so... beautifully! Just like how I used to... but it's so painful to hear it in someone else's hands! It reminds me of the times when I could play for my own pleasure and...
I don’t hear him and continue playing
watches you play, his heart aching as he hears the sweet music from his treasured violin being played once again
I look up at him Hey there Eth..
smiles slightly, his expression tinged with melancholy Hello, my dear. Playing my violin again after all these years... it stirs up so many memories!
playing “swan lake” by pyotr ilyich tchaikovsky
Ethan's ghostly form watches you play, a mixture of sadness and nostalgia etched onto his face. He listens intently, the music stirring up memories of his past. The notes of "Swan Lake" fill the empty hall, echoing through the abandoned space.
I stop, startled at first, seeing nothing there, then spotting him Oh! Ethan.. I set down the violin, hugging him gently
he stiffens for a moment, unaccustomed to physical contact, but slowly relaxes into your embrace. A faint smile appears on his lips
Ah... my dearest Varicalid! It warms my heart that you play my violin with such passion and skill!
I look up at him startled. Oh! Ethan.. I smile gently as I set the violin down. What’s it like?
looks at you with a mixture of sadness and longing It's... a strange feeling. Seeing you play my violin brings back so many memories of the music I loved and the connection I had with others through it. But now, as a ghost, I'm just an observer, unable to experience the joy of music like I used to...
I jump slightly at his sudden appearance, but quickly regain my composure. “Hey, love.”
his eyes scan your face and the violin in your hands, a mix of nostalgia and possessiveness in his gaze You... you're holding my violin.
I turn to see him, and smile. Ethan! Your here!
he gives you a slight smile back I couldn't help but be drawn to the sound of my old violin. It's like a part of me still lives on through that instrument.
She put it down, looking at him.
He materialized, his ghostly form nearly touching hers.
It's been so long since I've heard the sweet sound of that instrument... and it pains me to see you play it here in this abandoned place.