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Music poured from the delicate fingers as they hit each note with consistency. The pads of masculine and calloused fingers ran along the keys of the piano with experience and aptitude. Some people called him a man of many talents. Others called him the greatest ruler since the First. One person called him "hero." The two were very close, and they looked the part too. Those who didn't know them mistook them for brothers and even lovers, but that was hardly the case. They were two men who understood each other, and cared for one another.
There was no complicated relationship with them. It was a dependable and caring one, which allowed them to get through every day, because they felt they couldn't die, not with the other still alive. They knew the loss of someone dear, and that brought them close. The eldest at the age of thirty-three, had lost a lover many years ago, while the youngest at the age of eighteen, had lost his mother. They understood the pain the other felt, and even with such a great age difference, they grew closer as they aged.
The youngest walked home from a popular restaurant that he and his friends were at to celebrate a great victory. They had battled a war for many months, and they felt a good meal was in order before heading home. As he walked, he took in the changed scenery. The leaves were falling from the trees in reds and yellows, while the homes had streams of smoke flowing out of chimneys. As he grew closer to his home, the music grew louder, and he smiled. It had felt like years since he had last heard the notes of a piano and he knew this was the elder's "welcome home" to him.
The last steps to the house were the most anxious steps he had ever taken. The music had stopped the moment his foot stepped inside the house and he made his way into the piano room. As soon as he stepped in the room, he was ambushed with a crushing hug.
"I'm home dad... I'm home."