InsaneJournal

[Quadraginta]
Gluttony is binging, Sloth is stirring, Wrath is smiling, Envy is pretending - everything is almost as it should be, save for Lust's silence and Greed's absence. He reads, he listens, he follows, he acknowledges - stopping short of entering the fray; but he is the only one truly above it all. The dog lays low, quiet, warming the carpet while Pride slides the crimson velvet off fifty-two ivory slabs and thirty-six onyx, revealing eighty-eight aged, quiescent bars.

Slender fingers and the occasional pedal make meaningless music out of the piano, putting the dog to sleep, filling the empty house with wordless song.

It is a horrible habit. For there was little worse than a millennia-old solitary existence, yet he indulged the loneliness with noise.