Excerpt from Gargul (part 1)
There were 3 bards in total, all located in the biggest room (the one in the middle) next to the bar, 1 sang and played the lute, while another played violin and the last were playing a shawm while hitting a small drum with his right foot.
Stripes and Chains 3 - The Real Nightmare
Lute chuckled, poking violin in the cheek. "you should see what this cock-suck can do with her mouth." "i'll show you what i can do with my mouth." violin barred her teeth, pouncing on lute and thrashing the smaller lioness.
Secrets Revealed(3): Sanctuary
Someone started a beat,then fluet and violin joined in, raising a melody that struck something in the back of my mind that i thought was lost to us.
A Fox' Family (Part 6)
The german artist peter fox singing out a cool song complete with violin and rhythmic drums on a nearby radio, out of sight, but not out of range of their ears.
Alone: Chapter 2
"so, can you play your violin for me?" he asked. "oh, yeah, i forgot, sorry." i said. "it's ok," he smiled. i was embarrassed, but i still played anyway. before him, it was the only thing to help me cope with my depression.
Beyond The Walls chapter 2
A leather shirt and snug pants completed the look, and a violin bounced lightly against her back with each step.
New Destinations: Shattered Fae
Before a question could come of it, he reached behind him to bring up a violin before setting it back down while breathing out, “you’re more than free to join me.”
Mama
:) a band played music from the wide stage in the grand ball room- filling the the air with the light sounds of the violin, fine touches of the viola, and the deep but gentle bass of the cello.
Alone: Chapter 1
"so you play the violin?" he asked. "yeah, i've played it for a good ten years." i told him. "oh, that's cool." he smiled. "thanks," i blushed. "i'm playing it tomorrow," i informed him. "so if you want to listen, that'll be fine."
The Merchant's Slave pt1
The timing, the way the slave girl cried out in bliss against him to compliment the subtle, distant notes of the frenzied violin.
Remembrance ~ Part Two
Randal couldn't play violin - cello, but not violin. randal's eyes were green, certainly green. a natural color. he didn't write, but he loved reading. he showered at night, not in the morning, and his shampoo was... lavender. "it still worries me."
How to Deal With Morning Wood
Angel would pinch the plump pink lips and move his fingers (as though playing the world's smallest violin) and play with her nub with her own slick softness. without warning, he pushed two fingers deep inside her.