[He's grinning as much as Nero is grinning. To see the man who had been so withdrawn before smile so openly is exciting to see. Like opening up a clam to discover a brilliant pearl.]
[ By this point, Kotetsu has probably had another drink or two, feeling a soft buzz. He lays back with a pillow comfortably tucked under his head and watches Sholmes, completely enraptured by the man. Everything else around them fades to nothing as he watches him.
Finley gently preens on Irene, not a care in the world, loving her so deeply, purring deep and content.
For this moment in time, it feels like the teams, the angels, the Watchers, the trials, the murders... none of it ever happened. None of it matters. He's in complete bliss with the three of them up on the roof. The distrust that was turbulent in his heart, the concern of this stupid "game"... it fades away.
He doesn't dare close his eyes, not wanting this scene to fade out. Not wanting to miss a single moment. A single movement. A single second. He burns this memory deep in his mind, like a bright, endless beacon to carry him on. To keep his heart strong. ]
[It's so simple, not to think of any of that. The deaths, the trauma, the violence, the fear that one will wake up, and discover someone close to them dead. Right now, it doesn't matter. It's just heart and soul, song and music.]
[Love, and friends, together.]
[He fixes Kotetsu with a look eternally fond. A great affection seems to pour out of him in the notes, soaring to great heights - the lengths his love will go to. His dear hero, adored, admired, loved for all he is.]
[ It's such a simple moment in time, but as the notes play, it feels like it spreads out over eternity. He knows somewhere in the back of his mind that the hours will tick until they're lulled to sleep, but that doesn't change what's happening now.
He lets out a content sigh. Is this what it'll feel like when they finally wake from this nightmare? Perhaps. Perhaps even more. Coming out of that fog when they arrived feels like but a distant dream now.
Kotetsu meets Sholmes' gaze with absolute fondness. The purity of the emotion is strong, steady, unbreakable. He brings his fingers to his lips and blows Sholmes a small kiss as he plays. It might seem tacky or silly of a motion, but he doesn't want the man to stop playing, just wanting to admire him, to send his love without disturbing anything.
"Thank you" is all he mouths to him. For what? For everything. For every moment they've shared. ]
[He desperately wishes he could say what he means, in the moment. He could whisper "I love you" back, and he can't.]
[It's a curse that has weighed on him for the last couple of days, and its frustrating especially now. The fact that he'll go to sleep and not be able to say to the man his ardent feelings makes him want to sigh.]
[So instead, he'll put all his love in the song. The plaintive notes, the rousing vibration of strings. I love you, I love you, I love you, the violin sighs.]
[I love you, I love you, I love you, the heart sighs. My one. My only. My love.]
[ He feels that love pouring into him with every note and soaks in that sound. He knows the song is also being played for the others, that it's meant for all of them to enjoy. But in this moment, he knows that Sholmes is focusing his attention only on him and it makes his heart soar.
Maybe it's the alcohol that's making him feel a bit warmer, but he feels intoxicated by this man. He lets out a wistful sigh, leaning his head to one side and just giving him the most content look any many could ever give.
He never thought he could love someone to this depth once again and yet here he is. He's so grateful for this chance. ]
[ flat, in that moment, seems to relax a little bit. he's never had a chance to actually hear sholmes play the violin, so this!! is a treat!
he looks just as excited as the rest, swaying to the rhythm. it's a shame he can't play along with sholmes, but he'll enjoy the performance regardless! ]
[It is a treat! A treat for everyone here, who he cares for in myriad ways. Flat, especially, has gone through much, and in a quick upswing of tempo, he winks and beams at him.]
[Its a song as cheerful as the boy seems to be, and its what Sholmes wishes him to be.]
[ at the wink, flat laughs, returning the gesture happily. a moment such as this one is fleeting, but it’s that momentary aspect of it that makes it so important for flat.
from his bag, he’ll take his cellphone, and take pictures of, not only the detective’s performance, but of everyone else, too. even if they’re not all photogenic, all the pictures he takes are important to him.
they’re wonderful memories, after all. and, for flat, there is nothing more precious. ]
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VIOLIN PERFORMANCE
[He'll then launch into some violin solos, quite expertly done.]
[It's good, to perform for friends.]
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He seems pleased and excited during the performance.]
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[He's happy to make his friend happy.]
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Finley gently preens on Irene, not a care in the world, loving her so deeply, purring deep and content.
For this moment in time, it feels like the teams, the angels, the Watchers, the trials, the murders... none of it ever happened. None of it matters. He's in complete bliss with the three of them up on the roof. The distrust that was turbulent in his heart, the concern of this stupid "game"... it fades away.
He doesn't dare close his eyes, not wanting this scene to fade out. Not wanting to miss a single moment. A single movement. A single second. He burns this memory deep in his mind, like a bright, endless beacon to carry him on. To keep his heart strong. ]
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[Love, and friends, together.]
[He fixes Kotetsu with a look eternally fond. A great affection seems to pour out of him in the notes, soaring to great heights - the lengths his love will go to. His dear hero, adored, admired, loved for all he is.]
[He wouldn't trade this for the world.]
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He lets out a content sigh. Is this what it'll feel like when they finally wake from this nightmare? Perhaps. Perhaps even more. Coming out of that fog when they arrived feels like but a distant dream now.
Kotetsu meets Sholmes' gaze with absolute fondness. The purity of the emotion is strong, steady, unbreakable. He brings his fingers to his lips and blows Sholmes a small kiss as he plays. It might seem tacky or silly of a motion, but he doesn't want the man to stop playing, just wanting to admire him, to send his love without disturbing anything.
"Thank you" is all he mouths to him. For what? For everything. For every moment they've shared. ]
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[It's a curse that has weighed on him for the last couple of days, and its frustrating especially now. The fact that he'll go to sleep and not be able to say to the man his ardent feelings makes him want to sigh.]
[So instead, he'll put all his love in the song. The plaintive notes, the rousing vibration of strings. I love you, I love you, I love you, the violin sighs.]
[I love you, I love you, I love you, the heart sighs. My one. My only. My love.]
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Maybe it's the alcohol that's making him feel a bit warmer, but he feels intoxicated by this man. He lets out a wistful sigh, leaning his head to one side and just giving him the most content look any many could ever give.
He never thought he could love someone to this depth once again and yet here he is. He's so grateful for this chance. ]
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he looks just as excited as the rest, swaying to the rhythm. it's a shame he can't play along with sholmes, but he'll enjoy the performance regardless! ]
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[Its a song as cheerful as the boy seems to be, and its what Sholmes wishes him to be.]
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from his bag, he’ll take his cellphone, and take pictures of, not only the detective’s performance, but of everyone else, too. even if they’re not all photogenic, all the pictures he takes are important to him.
they’re wonderful memories, after all. and, for flat, there is nothing more precious. ]