A cross and a girl named Blessed.

[torpid.livejournal.com]

There's a pretty girl somewhere with a pretty name, but I can never let you know how much this means~

[someone's feeling pretty musical, but he hasn't touched a piano in a while, so he's rusty. he's kind of feeling nostalgic and he really misses Mickey his lessons, so here's where he has to improvise.]

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[switchedblade.livejournal.com]

[he's peeling an orange, but that doesn't mean he can't stop and raise an eyebrow.]

[torpid.livejournal.com]

[and he'll keep on singing a song that wasn't meant for the piano, but it's all improvising.]

I swear I'll end this war 'cause we both know it wasn't worth fighting for-

[switchedblade.livejournal.com]

[it's not normally his kind of music; though he'll stand there and stuff fruit in his mouth while trying not to look like he has a schoolgirl crush regardless.]

[torpid.livejournal.com]

[clearly submersed, Riku's just gliding along the ivories with no intent on stopping, eyes nearly closed with concentration while he sings low to keep his pace up.]

I wear Gods name upon my wrist but you might as well tear my skin off
She's letting go convictions, to release the ghost inside
To release all the suffering of a cross and a girl I sing
I love you way too much, so I'll say I hate you for tonight

[switchedblade.livejournal.com]

[bites his lip. as long as he has the decency to not interrupt, he'll be fine.]

[torpid.livejournal.com]

She, she said to me I will be driving in the wrong direction
Did you ever think, that maybe your life,
Is heading in the wrong direction, baby

[the playing gets louder, more harsh as he drums on the lower notes, shimmying higher and settling in one distinct area before he settles into something soft, singing low again.]

There's a cross up on the wall
See from the corner of your eye
When you're dead and on your knees
And she's begging please
So go and lay back down tonight
Because we won't know who are
Until you're dead and on your knees
And you're begging please

[three more keys, hold, and let go. then he sighs, just staring down at the piano like he's waiting for it to say something about his playing.]

[switchedblade.livejournal.com]

[it probably can't, but Roku can--]

--you said you were good, but I didn't know you were that good.

[torpid.livejournal.com]

[ahhh shit, what's with people sneaking up on him and throwing compliments at his stupid face?]

I still need a lot more practice before I'm anything worth noting.

[switchedblade.livejournal.com]

M'just saying.

[he's a cuffed pup regardless, shrinking back and biting into the rind.]

You're the one who always said to come hang out at the piano.

[torpid.livejournal.com]

To be fair, I really didn't expect you to listen.

Your brother showed up by now?

[because he hasn't seen the guy, then again he hasn't been around much himself, too tired to move around anymore.]

[switchedblade.livejournal.com]

'course I would. You're Ri-ku.

[huff. okay, that's a sensitive subject.]

You think I'd be that lucky?

[torpid.livejournal.com]

I don't spend my hopes on other people for no reason.

Guess they're getting kind of dry, though.

[he'll keep thinking about it though, those wee hours of the morning where he's still awake and still gasping for breath because his heart just won't shut up, he'll think about how that kid should get his brother, or about how that guy that teases him should find someone else to tease.]

[switchedblade.livejournal.com]

Hey, I know when I'm beat.

[or at least it looks that way; and he's not flying off the handle today, so maybe that's a plus.]

[torpid.livejournal.com]

Doesn't mean a guy can't pray.

[sighs, rubbing the heel of a palm at his bagged and tired eyes.]

[switchedblade.livejournal.com]

To what? Invisible glowy holy men?

[torpid.livejournal.com]

Hey, I want to believe there's something out there for me to talk to when I finally go.

[switchedblade.livejournal.com]

Cute.

[doesn't look like he means it, though.]

[torpid.livejournal.com]

Tch.

[so he turns his attention away, figuring the piano will calm him down more than that, so he plays.]

[switchedblade.livejournal.com]

... sorry. Not my fault I've babbled wants for years that never get answered.

[starts chewing on the peel. it's a bitter taste, and that could be what he wants.]

[torpid.livejournal.com]

And I never asked for a heart disease nobody has an answer for.

I know we're all born just to die anyway, but what's the point in making a kid that's screwed in the end, you know? I want to believe there's someone out there I can bitch at for dooming half of my stupid life to a hospital bed.

[switchedblade.livejournal.com]

Maybe you can, then.

I hear Hell has better bands, anyhow.

[torpid.livejournal.com]

Yeah, yeah..

[skates his fingers across the keys, and then,]

If I fell in love with you, would you promise to be true and help me understand?

[switchedblade.livejournal.com]

[he was going to open his mouth to retort, but hey, never mind.]

[torpid.livejournal.com]

[just grins a little at his response, then turns back to the piano, playing a little more.]

'Cause I've been in love before, and I found out love was more than just holding hands~

[switchedblade.livejournal.com]

[it's not as if he's being sung to, so it shouldn't be a big deal. he just makes a face and pockets what's left of that orange.]