Nocturne. | One Shot |

Description

Am fear, is fhaide chaidh bho'n bhaile, Chual e'n ceòl bu mhilse leis nuair thill e dhachaidh. 
-Who farthest away e'er did roam, heard the sweetest music on returning home.

Foreword

Fluff, angst and violin rituals of every other night.

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