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“The lights here are beautiful.” Daryan said. He’d been more eloquent then. The passage of time, money, and their friendship had proven him to be something much different.
“Quite.” Klavier replied. He’d been less eloquent then. He still knew for sure where it had been leading.
“The colours are nice.” Klavier knew what Daryan was doing. They’d known that they weren’t soulmates, and with the way that they, at this moment, grated on each others nerves, they allowed themselves to feel relief at that. There were, of course, times they felt they should not feel that. Or at the very least, Klavier felt as such. It wasn’t important in the big picture, but it was big in his big picture. Daryan had a soulmate. This would be fine for Klavier, he had moved well on from… well, stupid teenage heartache by now, but the way the detective rubbed it in was difficult to bear.
“I’m sure they are.” He said.
“Still haven’t met em?” Daryan asked, dry tone ready to fall into sarcasm. “How sad a life you must lead.”
He had read much about the burst of colour. The continuous descriptions of the event as “indescribable” had done little to suggest the feelings he would experience in the moment. That, and that things click in the least appropriate times.
Klavier arrived on the scene of the crime on his motorcycle, ready for his standard once-over of the scene and reminder to detective Skye to leave the findings of her investigation at his office. It was just that. Get a feel for the scene, and a word in with the detective.
And then a streak across his vision, something that… wasn’t grey. He followed the colour… yes, that was what it was called… to the deep brown, deeply moved eyes of a man who looked younger than himself but carried and presented himself in a professional way that made Klavier believe that his appearance might just be deceiving, eyes staring back into his own. He was unsure of most of this, but not that brown. That brown was an anchor. And then the colour expanded. The surrounding trees, the gate of People Park, the teen girl in a top hat next to the man, all hues and shades of not-grey. The not-grey expanded outward to the horizon, and judging by the other’s look of awe, it did for him too.
But Klavier wasn’t focused on that. Neither was the man across from him. They broke their eye contact with trouble, neither wanting to take in any more than the colours of each others eyes, not wanting to go to the trouble, not wanting to leave this moment. They did, time still slow and senses still adjusting. The girl that the man was walking with stared between the two of them, starry-eyed, knowing what she’d just seen, but unsure how to describe it. For the best, really. Klavier might have thought about how a rockstar couldn’t let the story of meeting his soulmate get out, but for the first time in years, thoughts of his reputation escaped him.
They continued to walk, briefly. Both had been going someplace. The man stopped, though. Stared. Klavier’s cool persona returned, as did his composure and thoughts of his reputation. He approached the man, and put his hands on his hips as he leaned down to eye level with the man.
“I must say I’m used to being inspected by the ladies… but this is the first time I’ve felt this way with a man.” He filled his vacant face with a vacant smile. The man looked back into his eyes, with only the slightest confusion remaining at how Klavier could see all that he’d seen and act as though the man he was talking to were any man.
“Mr…. Gavin?”