[ Two photos follow. The first is Nova's newly established lockscreen, Vitaly's laughter with Dodo sprawled on the sofa. The second is the photo from Majorca, taken by indeed god knows what methods Sen employed, not set as the homescreen of Nova's phone.
The third is a recent photograph of Nova, taken by a fellow player during an out-of-doors quartet rehearsal. He sits relaxed in the dappled shadow of an ash tree, arms wrapped above the body of his cello, bow caught loose in one hand, chin settled on his forearm, hair ruffled by a breeze. He might be listening to strands of song or conversation, might be watching a bird or cluster of park-goers in the distance. Whatever the case, his expression's dream-laced, smile soft and pleased, as if the world might be not so rotten; as if knowing there are wonders in the world yet to be found. ]
4/4
The third is a recent photograph of Nova, taken by a fellow player during an out-of-doors quartet rehearsal. He sits relaxed in the dappled shadow of an ash tree, arms wrapped above the body of his cello, bow caught loose in one hand, chin settled on his forearm, hair ruffled by a breeze. He might be listening to strands of song or conversation, might be watching a bird or cluster of park-goers in the distance. Whatever the case, his expression's dream-laced, smile soft and pleased, as if the world might be not so rotten; as if knowing there are wonders in the world yet to be found. ]
Maybe that?