[ eren needs to cross a few halls to get there. the doors are large, extravagant in detail and close to where his parents room would be, which also remained locked. fishing for the keys in his pockets (eren kept these keys with him, no one else), he picks out the right one and snaps the locks open.
the doors ajar forward when he pulls on them, and inside was pretty dark— walking in, their steps would echo louder than the halls; this room was large, with a different acoustic to the walls one would find in a professional theater. this was made for listening. for tuning, for voice, and for music.
flicking the lights on, a dull but welcoming glow of yellow brightens the room to reveal many objects, mostly large, some small and on pristine, parnian desks and all covered with protective fabric. under the fabric, there are cases of all shapes and sizes. it might be . . . slightly dusty, but. he’ll fix it. shelves stack on one side like a library, with some books that have been kept untouched for years, perhaps even more than a decade. ]
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the doors ajar forward when he pulls on them, and inside was pretty dark— walking in, their steps would echo louder than the halls; this room was large, with a different acoustic to the walls one would find in a professional theater. this was made for listening. for tuning, for voice, and for music.
flicking the lights on, a dull but welcoming glow of yellow brightens the room to reveal many objects, mostly large, some small and on pristine, parnian desks and all covered with protective fabric. under the fabric, there are cases of all shapes and sizes. it might be . . . slightly dusty, but. he’ll fix it. shelves stack on one side like a library, with some books that have been kept untouched for years, perhaps even more than a decade. ]
Is singing the only thing you do?
[ he doesn’t assume so, but it’s worth asking. ]