[ She would find his lips parted in awe, and a pair of eyes staring back right at her. There had always been something unpredictable about the entire process of learning songs, and even upon their completion it was not always possible to discern their effects at a first glance. However, in all that lack of understanding, it was as though the melodies had their own way of presenting them with what they truly needed. Who knew, perhaps their subconsciousness played its own part, he silently wondered as he watched her perform. If so, what kind of wish had Tear even made?
Although he would have liked to know the full meaning behind the surge of strength he felt while her voice carried in the air, he had an inkling of what a part of it was, because her music can't have been the sole source of it. It also felt personal, incredibly so, each touch of her hand confirming his suspicion and warming his heart in the process. He wished to reply with anything more than a reciprocal squeeze of his own, but dared not interrupt, not unlike every other time he'd heard her sing in his presence. An unbreakable rule.
Even when the melody had truly faded, speaking still meant breaking the soft silence that lingered, and so his voice was barely above a whisper. ]
Thank you.
[ For being there and letting him listen, for holding him close and everything else he could not name yet. The message of gratitude had been the first to come to his mind, followed by a quiet hum. ]
... Could it be that you are still wondering what it does?
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Although he would have liked to know the full meaning behind the surge of strength he felt while her voice carried in the air, he had an inkling of what a part of it was, because her music can't have been the sole source of it. It also felt personal, incredibly so, each touch of her hand confirming his suspicion and warming his heart in the process. He wished to reply with anything more than a reciprocal squeeze of his own, but dared not interrupt, not unlike every other time he'd heard her sing in his presence. An unbreakable rule.
Even when the melody had truly faded, speaking still meant breaking the soft silence that lingered, and so his voice was barely above a whisper. ]
Thank you.
[ For being there and letting him listen, for holding him close and everything else he could not name yet. The message of gratitude had been the first to come to his mind, followed by a quiet hum. ]
... Could it be that you are still wondering what it does?