enswathe: (𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐮𝐣𝐞𝐧.)
𝑎𝑡𝑡𝑖𝑐𝑢𝑠 𝑐𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑤𝑟𝑖𝑔𝘩𝑡. ([personal profile] enswathe) wrote in [personal profile] moralized 2023-05-07 06:43 am (UTC)

( as his body is situated, atticus's gaze is naturally set towards the ladies sitting at the pianoforte. he watches miss bennet's muscles shift under her soft green gown and how her hands drift across the keys so that he may remain synchronous with her playing. as usual, his playing is graceful and effortless, like a breeze against blades of grass. though his posture has improved, his brows are pinched together, tight like the strings of his violin. his expression is somewhat unlike how it was that night almost a lifetime ago when he played for miss bennet in his small, cramped home as the rain and wind pounded against the windows. while there he felt at ease, he does not feel entirely so here in front of mostly strangers, of which he does not know what inspires satisfaction, delight, and approval.

miss bennet's posture appears relaxed as she plays and thus atticus's brows loosen like pulling a thread free and his posture too relaxes.

a warmth and richness, from both the piece and the timbre of their instruments, permeates the parlour as they play the first movement of mozart's violin sonata no. 26. it is a scarcely nine-minute piece which they play with such celerity and ease that they finish within eight and a half. one advantage of playing with another is that one's partner hides any errors. miss bennet makes a few, but they are not egregious enough that anyone should notice and are hidden by the violin. anyways, she continues to play despite her mistakes, and that's commendable in itself. miss bennet, miss darcy, and he all perform well enough that it should inspire some satisfaction, delight, and approval. )

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