Title: To be Living
Author: schyra
Rating: ?
Pairings/Characters: Lucia, Haru
Warnings:
Summary: some things. some people.
Author's Note: I have an early day and a test tomorrow, really should be in bed now. .;
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028 – To be Living
some things. some people.
He rested his head against the worn wood, sighing. Haru stroked the old piano contentedly, his upper body sprawled against it. It was an old thing, it was. Broken, too. It had just been for fun, when they'd gone into the shop and Haru had requested to play it. He didn't know why he did, but maybe it was something about the way it stood, on display, as if that was all it was ever for. But the moment he had lifted the keyboard cover and rested his fingers upon its keys, he knew it had something special.
It had a soul.
His finger played a note, and he knew at once they would be buying it.
It had served him well, this old, broken piano. It wasn't anything grand. Nothing majestic. But Haru kept it carefully tuned, even though its being broken meant that it never sounded like a normal piano. Haru didn't care anyway. Its sound was unique.
The door opened with a click, and Lucia stepped through the doorway, unraveling the gray scarf around his neck. He paused at the sight of his lover, lovingly petting his piano.
The blond took off his coat, hanging it and his scarf on the stand by the entrance and closed the door behind him with his heel. It swung back into place with a soft click and Lucia bent to slip off his shoes.
Haru turned his gaze over his shoulder, that content smile still on his lips.
Lucia stepped behind him, nuzzling Haru's neck and slipping his hands round the other's waist. "I'm home," he whispered into his ear. "Welcome back," ghosted over his nose.
Then he hefted the silver-haired teen in his arms off the piano chair and onto the sofa, throwing himself on top of him before Haru could think to escape. Haru giggled as Lucia wrapped his arms around his lower back, bringing his own to loop around the blond's neck.
"You didn't miss me, did you?" Lucia murmured into silver hair, a slight furrow to his brow and a small frown on his lips. "You pay too much attention to that darn thing. I almost regret buying it for you."
Haru giggled. "Well, it keeps me company while you're away."
Lucia growled playfully. "Still should have never let you set foot in that store." Haru looked up at him. Really, Raregroove. Jealous of a piano? Lucia looked back down. Shut up. Haru smiled wryly at their silent exchange and Lucia tucked his lover's head beneath his chin.
Haru shifted his hands so that one tangled itself in his lover's hair, stroking soothingly, and the other rested lightly on the other's collarbone. He pressed his face into Lucia's neck and breathed deep.
They remained that way for a while, just enjoying the calm quiet of their home, the dim evening ambiance, and the steady rhythm of their own breathing. The feeling of being together, in a way they wanted to stay till the end of time.
"Hey Lucia," Haru whispered.
"Nn?" Lucia murmured back.
Haru shifted a hand to rest over Lucia's heart. "Will you be with me? Even when I die?"
There was the sound of nothing but breathing, and the scent of the one wrapped in his arms and around him. Haru smiled, so many things in that expression, and Lucia gazed ahead, into the future. What did he see there?
Two breaths, three. Almost in tandem, synchronizing.
"Will you?"
END.
