for you

the coil winds its way slowly down, further, gravity spilling from his shoulders, through his frame, to the cello trapped between his knees, fingers melding against the polished wood, strings trapped to sing 'neath stretch of fine bow that drags across them in spine chilling accuracy..... the instrument is new, begging to be broken in, he's been learning it at the University for the past year, as a surprise, saving up until he played well enough for the effort and money expended to be worth it, and now the deep cherry instrument is his, and home

the lanky figure perches on the ledge surrounding the roof of the clinic, back to the street, balance firm, confident, so strange for the shy boi of years past, the mournful music wafting on the thermals to surf the air above before tumbling to the street below, Apocalyptica's Hope practiced til perfection, just as when playing the electric bass, he grafts himself to the music, as if it is played through him, rather than by the nimble fingers caressing her neck

he wishes her to cry, something beautiful - broken, the bow pulling heartbreaking chords as if devastation were the driving force behind them, aching to kiss the air that surrounds, very breath stolen.... useless.... to the passion with which he plays

tan eyes fall half-mast, black devil's lock rushing foreward to play in the air below bowed head, the black painted nails would make him seem effeminate, his movements so smooth they would seem a dance, just as they are when the black Fender is within his grips

Beethoven spills from the taught strings as if a natural next breath, though written for ivory with practice Moonlight Sonata can transfer to stroked rather that struck wire for a song just as haunting, just as pure, just as beautiful, the wedding ring flashes, brilliant, in what light climbs up from the streets below, diamonds a swarm of tiny firefies in a refractive dance of their own, hovering above the long, graceful neck, glinting, teasing over pale, forever young features

the song, this time, echos to an end, to silence, to a temporary death..... silence reigning over the rooftops as tan eyes finally lift, breaching center to cast the stars above, a gentle smile curving lips, and the cello is stowed, black clad figure stretching to make his way inside once again, nimble fingers stretch along his lower back, shoulders tipping backwards to stretch muscles stale from sitting to play, then dancer's body falls to crouch, tucking the cello back into it's case to close and cart downstairs

*its then the elevator door opens - W had heard the music, and it took him a bit to get done with the patient he was with, arrange for a replacement, and figure out where it was coming from. To the roof - curiosity and all that - to see who is here. He steps onto the rooftop, and heads toward the edge - just... stopping to see the gothboi putting away the cello..* Was that... you?

passion in motion freezes, save the dangle of devil's lock before pale eyes, lifting, surprised, to see his husband stepping from the elevator, a shy grin betraying the dead can blush, fingers lingering over the soft cloth that protects the wood and strings from even the case "..... surprise?"

His smile.. just spreads, shock still registering in his eyes as he steps closer..* Surprise... but when...? Don't put it away...

the shy smile carries to a bright shine in his eyes "Have you really checked what classes you're paying for at the Uni?" not mentioning those are the checks he also signs and only partially mentions to W for records purposes, soft laughter breaking the smile as the protective cloth is pulled away once again, instrument shining a deep cherrywood red from the stain "This was that elective class I've been taking since starting... after seeing how much you enjoyed Samuel's performance that Christmas I made a point to learn..... been saving parts of my paycheck to buy it when I was good enough."

*laughs softly* Of course not! They're your classes.. your business....* he crouches near the gothboi, an arm sliding around him, lips pressed against his neck briefly before fingers reach to trace over the glorious wood of the cello..* You did this.. learned this... for me? *and his gaze is just... shining.. completely amazed* You sounded incredible... I heard downstairs...

smiles, lifting his arm to wrap it around W's neck, holding him close, head tipping to lean againt his "Yes.... just for you." the soft smile growing, beaming quietly

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