For Luna :heart:
You just loooooooove to ruin my feels, don't ya? XD
Disclaimer: Tsubasa Reservoir Chronicles rightfully belongs to CLAMP.
Kurogane never knew music can sound so lonely—he can practically hear Kendappa's mocking snicker tingle at the back of his mind; such an uncultured boy, he imagines her saying.
He is mesmerized by the lithe—and extremely attractive—blond-haired musician on stage, dressed in a crisp white suit complete with coattails, as their slim and delicate fingers pluck at the violin's bowstrings to create a melancholic melody for the captivated audience.
It is not until a round of applause snaps Kurogane from the melodic thrall the blond had placed him under—or perhaps it has more to do with the solemn smile the musician carries off-stage.
A light giggle draws his attention to his young charge whose eyes sparkle with mischief when she catches her bodyguard staring at the spot where the blond last stood; nosy little princess.
With the evening coming to a close—and Tomoyo's curfew quickly approaching—Kurogane makes a mental note to purchase a ticket for tomorrow's performance.