Word Count: 11k | Rating: M | Chapters: 1/1
A Qimir POV one shot for B-SIDES, taking place after the Acolyte release party.
"Do you mean us having sex?" he asks. "You can say sex, Osha."
He says it twice just because he thinks it will make her blush, but it's too dark in the car to tell. She always got a pretty flush up her neck and in her cheeks when the conversation drifted that way during writing sessions. Not that he forced it that way…
Okay, maybe he did sometimes, but music does often go the way of a love song. You'd be harder pressed to find a song that isn't about love lost or found or made than one that is.
Eventually, the better they knew each other, she wouldn't even blink when he tried that. Writing an album is apparently a lot like speedrunning a thirty-year marriage.
She sighs, rolling her eyes at him. Case in point. "I meant everything with the band. The album. Are you surprised it's worked out so well?"
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