Futile
Long time I don´t write about Sann´s time with Robert. So have some of that.
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Maybe it was because they were not real letters, but reading score sheets was easier than books. He had a vague feeling he had known how to read them from his time before “Sann” and even though it didn´t matter who he had been anymore, he was grateful to that version of himself for giving him a useful skill.
Sann… He still was getting used to having a name. After months, he finally had something that was his. It was a small step, but maybe it was the starting point of his Master liking him. Maybe, if he liked him better, if he was a bit like the man he was replacing…
“Please…”
Maybe he would treat him better.
Pulling the papers to his chest, he took a deep breath and sat down before the piano. Taking a quick look at the score again, he placed his fingers over the tiles and began playing a simple tune.
His master would come and go as he pleased, so the times he could practice were just a few. The anxiety of being caught froze him in place but the memory of his touch, a ghostly caress, made his move again.
A few weeks earlier, the man had taken him to a restaurant and fed him some salmon from his fingers. He had not held an actual conversation with his Master yet, so there was no way for him to know he was severely allergic until he was turning blue on the floor.
Sann remembered vividly how the man´s always disgusted expression turned into horror as he screamed for help. Oh, how well he remembered he had sighed in relief when he saw he was fine in the ambulance. How could he forget? The smile on his face as he brushed his hair off his face and thanked the gods he was alive. It had been so radiant after all.
How he could forget he was so thankful he didn´t lose Sirius again?
Sann´s fingers froze in the air.
As a replacement, he was meant to fill up a hole another person had left behind. His real owner had asked that of him directly, so he had no say in the matter.
Slowly, taking another deep breath, Sann kept playing.
