jazzbeat
fai & sakura
( charming melody )
disclaimer: I do not own tsubasa reservoir chronicle.
Though it's in his nature to lie, the magician seldom told one to his princess. Perhaps a lie of omission, concealing half-truths, or one to lull her to sleep with an incantation of nothing more than beautiful words, but not when he could help it.
But the truth was, he could not play a single instrument, not a single one. And his voice, that he so often used to murmur pretty things, could not be compared to that of an angel. Though it looked as if a violin suited his long limber arms, or a piano played to the tune of a dying wind and fading embers by the fireplace, if he played even one note, the illusion would be broken.
Yet when Fai glanced at Sakura, with an unconscious smile unfurling on his face, he wondered if he might test his luck and see if she would dance, be it a slow sway or a candid clap; or would she stare at him with admiration in her eye?
If he could play the guitar and let his tapered fingers tease the strings of the heart, would she cast a smile in his direction?
If he could play the saxophone and let his fingers skit across the brass buttons, would she match her heartbeat to the rhythm of his?
If he could play the drums and let the timpani chime, would she laugh and squeal in delight?
If he could play the piano and let slender fingers flit back and forth across the keys, would she stop what she was doing and wait for him to finish a masterpiece, unless she asked for an encore?
If he could sing and let his voice fall away like butterflies in flight, would she close her eyes and open them, filled with glittering green amazement?
But these are idle fantasies, never meant to be.
And yet, when Fai gazed at Sakura, drinking in every reaction that the princess gave, inspiration filled him with such vivid possibilities.
Playing music was not his trade.
But he would try, for her.