Tumblr user Inkydonuts requested Mikey x OC (blind musician, Sunny), stars.


"I love Spring." Sunny leaned on the sill, half out of the window, her chin resting on her hands. "It smells the nicest." She breathed in the city, filled the darkness of her world with scent and noise.

There was a sniffing sound, a squeak from the fire escape as Michelangelo shifted. "I don't smell anything different. Mostly garbage."

"Well the garbage always smells nicer in Spring."

Michelangelo's warm laugh lit up her darkness. She loved his laugh, loved the vibrations of it, burbling like water through her mind. He was such a strange person, her friend who came to sit outside her window and listen to her music.

"The sky is clearer, I guess. You can see the...stars...oh, sorry." His voice trailed off.

She could sense his embarrassment. It was the same awkwardness she felt from anyone who talked about seeing. As if she would be insulted that they could see and she could not.

"It's okay." Silence stretched between them. Sunny felt bad for him. "What are they like? The stars?"

"Well, it's like a big black sheet, covered in little points of light."

"Oh." Too many words that had no meaning to her. She sighed.

"No, wait. Like...like notes. Like an endless page of notes."

"Oh?"

"Yeah, like a...like the biggest, longest song in the world."

Now she could feel something, almost grasp it. "Just notes everywhere?"

"No, they're in patterns. The patterns make the songs. Here." She felt him settle on the sill next to her. He took her hand, turned it over so her palm was up. His hands were large, and cool, strange. A finger pressed on her skin. "This is called the big dipper." More touches, along her palm and up her arm.

Her mind turned the touches into notes, a melody. "Oh that's beautiful. Do another one."

"Uh…okay, well, this one is the...the kitten, yeah."

Another pattern danced across her skin, filling her mind with music.

"Play more," she whispered. She leaned her head on his shoulder as he played the stars for her.