Link's fingers grasp the instrument, and muscle memory takes over. There wasn't any tune he had in mind - but Link's fingers still know how to play.
He doesn't know the name of the song he plays. But it feels...familiar. Just like the instrument did. Eyes closed, he lets himself disappear into the music.
Link's suspicions were right. He does know how to play this instrument.
And then last notes of the song ring out. He lets the silence hang for a moment - before holding out the instrument back towards Harlock.
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Date: 2024-10-23 10:53 am (UTC)He doesn't know the name of the song he plays. But it feels...familiar. Just like the instrument did. Eyes closed, he lets himself disappear into the music.
Link's suspicions were right. He does know how to play this instrument.
And then last notes of the song ring out. He lets the silence hang for a moment - before holding out the instrument back towards Harlock.