Tamaki listened.
The air was still.
The silence around him only broken by the soft notes Kyouya played.
It was mid afternoon and the weather was fair, a slight breeze rolling through the open window to Kyouya's wide room. The curtains fluttered as Kyouya's bow rose and fell, his notes sweet as honey.
Tamaki watched in awe as he saw a side of Kyouya he never felt possible. His body swayed and shook as he moved to his own music. His eyes shut, creased at the sides, softening as his bow glided down.
A love song, meant for those who Kyouya cared about.
Tamaki's heart swelled, nestling back into the couch he sat on, clutching his knees to his chest. He rested his chin on his knees, eyes softening as he focused on the slow, melodic rising and falling.
Kyouya was speaking through his violin.
Without having to think, having to ask, Tamaki saw the story in his imagination, heard him crying out to the one who he called his own. Reaching out to the special someone, holding them close, and having to let go…the pain of letting go, giving up.
Not wanting to, but having to.
Tamaki had seen videos, but nothing compared to the intimate, live playing he was seeing right then and there.
Part of the audience would become restless, the rest enchanted.
Instead of a flurry of notes, Kyouya ended his solo quietly, drifting into nothing, sighing as he let his bow go limp and turned to face Tamaki.
Their eyes met, Kyouya's more intense than the other man had ever seen them.
Tamaki gave him what Kyouya was used to, and slowly and quietly started to clap.
Music expresses that which cannot be said and on which it is impossible to be silent. - Victor Hugo
A/N:
Short again. Next chapter I already have written.
I'm a musician…it was extremely hard to put the emotions I feel into words…I finally chose My Heart Will Go On as a base piece for this chapter. I think I listened to over 45 violin solos to find one just right! Ahah
I hope you guys enjoy this (hopefully) intimate moment with our boys.