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She could finally breathe as she removed the mask from her head, letting slightly damp and disheveled snowy locks hang in little wavy tendrils down her cheeks and the back of her neck. Things had been quiet for a while as she had passed his office multiple times throughout the day and she wondered if Adam had gone home early or perhaps fallen asleep on his desk. She had been running back and forth between training fields, Sera's office, and various other rooms in the embassy, getting paperwork where it needed to be. She wanted desperately to go home and take a well-deserved shower.
Wherever he was or whatever he was doing wasn't her business and she attempted to finally leave after everyone else had gone. First one here, last one to leave, huh, Lute? Typical for a workaholic such as herself. She stepped into what was the quiet hallway before she heard the sounds of a bow on a string reverberating against the empty area. No one else should be here except him?
She followed it until she came across a sight completely foreign to her, the commander resting a large stringed cello against himself and gliding a bow back and forth to produce the ebbs and swells of such a passionate and melancholic melody. She knew he played a wide variety of instruments but she had never seen him play one, only the ever-familiar guitar that was usually attached to him.
Whether he was so engrossed in playing or she had been quiet enough to not be perceived, he didn't look in her direction as she stood in the doorway, watching him with golden cheeks and her hair still a mess from her identity being hidden all day. If she thought he was beautiful on a typical day, he was downright majestic right now. She so badly wanted to know the person under his mask. What did he look like? What was behind this tune? She had revealed very little about herself as well, if she was thinking about it. How could they work together so closely and not really know each other?
And how could his music flow through her soul as if they did know each other intimately? She was unsure if she had ever even taken her mask off around him; she typically wore it during all work hours and they rarely spent time outside of it, those few times being in Sera's office. In any case, he would eventually stop playing and notice her in all of her exposed visage: perfect ivory skin, long bottom lashes grazing her gilded cheeks, and now dried pearlescent locks framing every feature. There was really only one word for it...
