#;t;paddyfuck 002

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starter call \ @paddyfuck

It had been awhile since Jacob had crossed this threshold. The place had hardly changed - but he had. He wasn’t the leader of the Rooks, was barely mentor of a Brotherhood that needed to be rebuilt all over again. He was still haunted by places and persons that were likely to never go away.

Jacob briefly glanced toward the bar, then the back room, in case Anne was in view. But ultimately he didn’t see her, so he ventured slowly to the piano in the corner. Rested one hand over the keys as Jacob tried to will the old music out of him.

“Dammit, please,” he muttered before sitting at the bench. Fingers resting in place, ready to begin. Jacob tried, but his fingers wouldn’t move. No song was coming to him, nothing that could even summon one damn happy thing to his mind. “Please, just one, any one...”