-ˏˋ ✪ the gentle sounds of the keys are anything but soft– they are loud as extended digits dance over them to produce sound. it’s enough to drown out the droplets pelting the roof && windows. mixing so beautifully with the lower octaves of julian’s voice was a match made by the universe herself. the man had GIFTED talents && zen was lucky enough to witness them. or rather listen to them– ruby hues fall closed as his hair is combed through loosely. it was SUCH a pleasant feeling to almost instantly relax him.
his head instinctively reared back to look up at the doctor. still the melody didn’t stop as this was a hidden talent zen had. his back brushed against the standing leg of Julian– anything to be CLOSER. he could stay frozen in this moment forever if given the chance. this very moment he felt such bliss. guilty pleasure of touch coursed through his body– he could feel it. he was in tune with the electricity zipping in the air all around them. it was an untapped energy that just made him content in his musical art.
Even so he slowed his tempo && scoot over on the bench. it was a subtle invitation but an invitation no less. if that didn’t give the welcome he hoped a toothless smile would do the trick.
❝ i’m surprised you sing so beautifully && you’ve hidden it away from me. shame on you doctor. ❞
as the man leans back, julian directs his fond gaze down at him. his eyes are soft with an endearing smile, and his fingers slowly lose their grasp of his hair as he shifts backwards. instead, his palm falls on his shoulder, holding him against himself as he lays there. it’s a soft, tender moment, eyes overflowing with admiration for the other. he was DIVINE, a gift from above, and julian could hardly believe he was so blessed to share the time with him.
it was, however, short ———— but it was a price worth paying to sit beside him. as he’s given space on the bench, julian slides next to him; form leans into him, guiding zen’s head to rest on his own. a simple form of contact, but, to the doctor, worth a thousand words.
❝ ———— oh, well, i do try. i was raised on a proper TRAINING for these things... ❞ he rolls a shoulder, attempting nonchalance, before he draws his hands upward. he flexes his fingers, laying long, thin digits against the ivory keys and laying foot on the pedal before he begins a quiet, slow rhythm. an old tune he’d practiced, time and time again, so fervently that the excerpt had been MEMORIZED by his skilled hands. at it’s completion, julian chuckles, lifting his palm to gently rest it on zen’s thigh.
❝ ———— have i wooed you, then ? ❞