[ Even the discordant, abrupt stop his faked performance comes to as he presses his fingers down on the keys harder than he'd meant and leaves them there in his surprise comes out sounding oddly melodic -- maybe giving him away as having not the slightest clue what he's doing even more than the faint touch of embarrassment in the tense line of his shoulders.
He hasn't felt quite as contentedly alone since the first of those flowers appeared, bringing the dreamy quality of this illusionary reality into sharper focus, but those small alterations were only glimpses of a ghost. The eyes he can feel, now, on his back are more than real, but he doesn't have to turn and look to see who it is. He lifts his fingers from the keys, pulling back his hands as if he's been caught toying with something precious that isn't his (and hasn't he?), shakes his head-- ]
Are you... Just going to watch?
[ She's the better player, he remembers -- or used to be, at least, so out of practice, these days, and he wonders if she misses it, too. The sounds of someone practicing diligently late into the evening turn the sky above them to darker tones, softening toward sunset, memories vague and faded of sitting at his own window and listening... ]
giant animate chocobo peeps, what's creepy about that
He hasn't felt quite as contentedly alone since the first of those flowers appeared, bringing the dreamy quality of this illusionary reality into sharper focus, but those small alterations were only glimpses of a ghost. The eyes he can feel, now, on his back are more than real, but he doesn't have to turn and look to see who it is. He lifts his fingers from the keys, pulling back his hands as if he's been caught toying with something precious that isn't his (and hasn't he?), shakes his head-- ]
Are you... Just going to watch?
[ She's the better player, he remembers -- or used to be, at least, so out of practice, these days, and he wonders if she misses it, too. The sounds of someone practicing diligently late into the evening turn the sky above them to darker tones, softening toward sunset, memories vague and faded of sitting at his own window and listening... ]