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“Up so early?”
A voice thats all too familiar calls out to you, turning your head to meet the owner of the voice.
Your own meet with the eyes of your beloved one, Kyojuro Rengoku; perhaps beloved one is an over exaggeration, just a crush you’ve found yourself having feelings for during your stay and recover of the butterfly manor, a crush that has you acting like a Highschool girl, nonetheless you wouldn’t complain about it.
A smile creeps onto your face, a subtle yet genuine one meets his.
“Is there an issue?” You ask, a playful demeanor is heard in your voice; you are only met with a humming response from the other that was leaning on a door frame, arms crossed.
A light laughter escapes from the other, as if to try and keep his voice down, it is rather early in the morning no? You could only eye him curiously in return.
“Not at all, I do very much enjoy your presence and playing!” He says ecstatically, not long before continuing what he had ought to say.
“Though I cannot say the same for others who are trying to sleep at this time”
Only a sheepish expression is shown on your face in response.
You had to admit he wasn’t wrong, its not known that string instruments are quite loud, sometimes annoying sharp in tone; the things musicians do to sound good.
Usually the violoncello would be an exception, the only issue on hand was that the manor in itself was made out of wood, making it easier for the sounds of your instrument to vibrate its sounds out of your practice room.
You relax, shoulders no longer tense, your fingers unconsciously fidgeting with the frog of your bow, though cautious not to touch the horsehair.
“A musician must practice day and night to get the sound they desire” Was the only excuse you could come up with
“A break wouldn’t hurt would it not?”
“Not that it would hurt, but music is a passion of mine, without it so early is like waking up empty”
He only nods in response, seeing as there was no way to convince you, he joins you instead; now making his way to you, more of behind you, head right above your shoulder as he inspects the paper you had infront of you.
“This looks like an ancient language if anything!” There was some sort of amusement hiding under the facade of your smile upon hearing that.
“I could see why you’d think that, it’s not as hard as it looks” yeah right keep telling yourself that; it’s not like you’ve been practicing this piece for weeks now.
“Tell me” he pauses for a moment to think.
“How do you play so beautifully yet shy away from the eyes of others? Especially while reading from this ancient passage” the way he kept referring to it as an ancient passage almost had you cackling if it wasnt for the fact you werent sure if he was flirting with you or genuinely complimenting you, unaware of how the things he had said was genuinely giving you butterflies in your stomach, a feeling of nervousness is in your blood, if a person could describe this feeling in one word, it’d be … Well I wouldn’t even know the word for it.
A glint of amusement is only hinted in the other’s eyes for a moment upon seeing your now red face.
“Is it alright if i accompany you for the morning?” His question had you out of your daze, reluctantly agreeing not long after.
And well here you are now, practicing in peace while a gorgeous man was in the same room as you, only enjoying the music you were playing; mistakes or not he seemed to like it either way; yet somehow the thought of that didnt scare you, it only made you feel more content if anything.
The sound of your instrument was resonating in the wooden room, harmonizing every note you’ve played, each one bouncing off the walls of the planks, the echo and spacious nature of the room only made it sound more amazing.
The cello, unlike its twin, the violin; endorsed and well known for its warm sound and vocals, somehow reminded you of someone who was similar, yet you couldn’t point out who. (I wonder.)
It wasnt soon until the sun had fully risen, you could feel him getting up from his spot, now behind you announcing his departure; though before he leaves, you could feel a warm presence far too close to your face, and before you had known it or even processed it; the man had pecked your cheek, now on the end of the room, he turns to you once more.
“Don’t push yourself too much little flame, come get breakfast soon”
As much as you’d like to nod and say something, he had already left, leaving you in awe and absolutely flabbergasted.
Did I mention you guys were dating? My bad.
Either way you do plan to get him back for that later.