Cronus sits beside a quiet, faintly blushing Kankri, his guitar case under his arm. "So, why did you want me to bring my guitar so badly?" he asks with a smirk. "You sounded damn near desperate on the phone; your next lesson isn't until this weekend."

Kankri rolls his eyes, but smiles slightly. "I, ah…" he says uncertainly; he never was the best at lying. "I had written down a few chords after our last lesson; and I wanted to see if they sounded alright; Latula insisted that she needed her guitar tonight, and you were the only other person that I knew had one."

Cronus doesn't seem to fully buy it, but he smiles anyway and pulls the pearl-white guitar from its case and gently places it in Kankri's hands. "Whatever happened to the old one I gave you to practice with?" he asked softly.

"Hm…" Kankri murmurs, very slightly adjusting the tune of the guitar. "I accidentally broke one of the strings." He gives a soft, relieved smile as Cronus nods in understanding. "Also…I thought it'd be better to have you about when I played it."

"Well, alright then." Cronus chuckles.

Kankri sighs softly, his fingers plucking opening chords for a little something he had written.

()()()()()

~moderate acoustic~

I've been told by some I have too many triggers

And true, the list itself is long and tall

But as sweeps go by, I'm starting to discover

That there is one tag that stands above them all

()()

At first I thought the worst was pointless swearing

And talk of pailing, I still find somewhat lewd.

I can't stand when others ignore my sermons

But now, I'm just not sure what I can do.

()()

You make it hard to concentrate

Your nicknames I barely tolerate

Your royal color makes my blood cold too.

I blush at things you say to me

I question my own sanity

But I fear my greatest trigger might be you.

()()

I fear my greatest trigger might be you…

()()

Now, don't ask why; I still don't understand it.

How I thought our conflicting views might stand as one.

I won't ask you to say yes or treat me differently

I just felt that this performance had to be done

()()

I never had the courage before to tell you

My emotions aren't held back to hearts of red.

A desire that I think transcends the quadrants

Is spinning, mixing colors in my head

()()

And with this test of boundaries

I've rescinded my celibacy

And opened up my soul to something new

May my Triggers List reach high above;

There is one thing I'm certain of

I know now my greatest trigger is you

()()

Cronus…

I know now my greatest trigger is you.

()()()()()

Kankri rests the guitar on his lap; he had been utterly terrified that he would make a mistake at some point, or that the chords wouldn't fit together properly. But the music had flowed surprisingly well, weaving smoothly like the red yarn making up his sweater.

He tucks his chin into the collar of the garment, afraid to make eye contact with the taller troll sitting beside him.

Cronus gently takes the guitar from him, putting it back into the case, and Kankri, unsure of how to interpret the action, moves to get up and leave. But Cronus grabs his wrist and pulls him back, wrapping one arm around his waist, and holding him in his lap. He carefully slips one finger into the collar of the sweater to draw out Kankri's chin, and in turn, force eye contact.

A kiss, soft and passionate, makes music out of silence in their heads.


A/N: A friend of mine on Tumblr has been pretty sick and depressed recently, so I thought I'd write a song for one of her favorite ships. I hope she likes it.