evol.

[quavering.livejournal.com]

[his left hand slides across the ivory keys of the grand piano, while his injured hand is curled up against his lap. he plays a few notes, the sounds softly ringing around the ballroom.]

[sigh.]

Comments

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[quavering.livejournal.com]

[glance.]

It's just a hobby.

[stuckinclouds.livejournal.com]

[quavering.livejournal.com]

[he looks thoughtful.]

Maybe, but it's hard to play them now.

[stuckinclouds.livejournal.com]

[quavering.livejournal.com]

I can play Pachelbel's Canon?

[aka, the most generic song ever.]

[stuckinclouds.livejournal.com]

[quavering.livejournal.com]

[he sighs and holds up his right hand.]

I can't move this.

[its secured with bandages.]

[stuckinclouds.livejournal.com]

[quavering.livejournal.com]

[he cradles the hand against his chest.]

I need to ask Roxas first.. before you do that.

[stuckinclouds.livejournal.com]

[quavering.livejournal.com]

Just as a precaution.

[he doesn't want to worry his brother any more than necessary, and he's pretty sure he wouldn't appreciate a stranger healing Sora's injuries.]

[stuckinclouds.livejournal.com]

[quavering.livejournal.com]

[sigh.]

It's not that...

[stuckinclouds.livejournal.com]

[jailedbait.livejournal.com]

No.

[he just happened to have been hanging around long enough to hear that, pressing a hand lightly to Sora's shoulder.]

I don't.

[quavering.livejournal.com]

[gasp.]

Roxas...

[jailedbait.livejournal.com]

You shouldn't strain your hand.

[leans down so his chin rests on Sora's shoulder, fingers lightly cupping Sora's injured palm.]

[quavering.livejournal.com]

[he turns his head, trying to meet his brother's gaze, but only succeeds in pressing his cheek to his temple.]

I made sure only to play with my left hand.

[his uninjured hand is still resting on the piano keys.]

[jailedbait.livejournal.com]

Good.

[turns his head as well, pressing a light kiss to Sora's cheek.]

[quavering.livejournal.com]

[his lips curve into a faint smile as his left hand begins to move, playing a soft lullaby from memory.]

[jailedbait.livejournal.com]

[lets his eyes fall shut, lips sliding from Sora's cheek so he can rest his temple on the brunet's shoulder, sighing.]

[quavering.livejournal.com]

[he continues to loop the song, it's impossible to tell where it ends and where it starts.]

You're tired.

[jailedbait.livejournal.com]

I relax around you.

[peeks through one eye.]

[quavering.livejournal.com]

You shouldn't. I can be very dangerous.

[he skips a note, throwing the song off key. he immediately starts over.]

[greypetals.livejournal.com]

[little Riku is craning his neck behind you to try and see the piano keys.]

[quavering.livejournal.com]

[he doesn't notice him at first, playing a one-handed lullaby.]

[greypetals.livejournal.com]

[... sways slightly, closes his eyes and crosses his arms on the bench.]

[quavering.livejournal.com]

[the notes abruptly stops, blue eyes staring down at him.]

Ah... hello.

[greypetals.livejournal.com]

[he lifts his head that time, and kind of blushes and looks down, quickly straightening. his voice comes out in a light lisp.]

M'sorry. You play good.

[quavering.livejournal.com]

[his lips quirk up into a smile. the song continues.]

[greypetals.livejournal.com]

[he smiles, and sways again slightly with the song.]