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tpn post-canon / it’s time to move on, sparkling through the water like jewels in the sun.

She’s never heard music like this before. Alex loved playing with his friends at the bar. Their songs were merry, if not oftentimes solemn, but they were meant to bring people together, arms raised high with kegs of beer and ale.

This music, however, seeks to express something. It is a deep longing. A darkness itching to burst out from the depths of an otherwise free-spirited soul.

Emma loses all sense of composure, and smacks her hand on the table. “You’re telling me Nat can play this?”

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Drop everything!!

A Chinese translation for Nishikigoi by DPie has been posted on AO3.

It’s a wonderful piece, and for all the Chinese TPN enthusiasts out there, I think it’ll be a good read!

Thank you once again to DPie for creating this translation. 💖

Please check it out! 🙇‍♀️

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somewhere in time

Emma finds Norman leaning against the doorway, his form mismatched against the open space, like he was never allowed to come in. His countenance is distorted—a cape of light blooming behind him and swallowing him whole. The ache in her heart multiplies, like an old wound being torn open, an act of violence upon her soul, the ripping away of her sanity.

His name rings silent from her lips, like church bells devoured by a storm, and when she opens her eyes she wonders if she was dreaming after all.

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snippet of Nat’s thoughts

Change doesn’t happen easily to a person, but it happens all the time to everything else. Like the nature of the world around them, Emma’s disappearance, and the loss of his hands.

They changed the world and found Emma again—more accurately, Norman and Ray did—but his hands are still the same. Crumpled in the middle like a dent where Peter had stepped on them and still able to play the piano, though they creak and bend sometimes like an old pair of tweezers.

It’s not that he doesn’t like his hands anymore, or doesn’t like change, but when was the last time he played Chopin like he was a genius and no other musician could compare? Actually, that happened in orchestra practice last weekend and the last bit was because he had creaky fingers—not the “I played this instrument too much” kind of creaky, but the “some lunatic decided to step on them and ruin my entire goddamn life” creaky. But he continues to play anyway; he plays the way his family is trying to piece itself together after leaving a world full of lies: by gritting his teeth together, finding new hobbies to occupy his time, and not talking about it.

So yeah, everything changed, everything is changing, and nobody’s going to talk about it. Nobody wants to. Not even him, even though he complains about his fingers aching every day after practice.

And there you go, you’re all caught up on the boring, uneventful life of one strangely nosed, little pianist named Nat.

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avadescent

snippet of Norman’s thoughts; rejected from inclusion in the Nishikigoi story line

Norman’s technically a TA, but that is a negligible fact when considering the everyday. He’s much like a teacher, in stature and attitude both, and he is widely revered for his knowledge and skill. Many of his students appreciate the clarity of his class, and he does his utmost best to live up to his reputation.

It is a remnant of who he’d been, in the time before, and as the months go by, he’s only realized that old habits—habits that have long since been ingrained as a part of his persona—were not as easy to get rid of as a cape was. There’s no cloth to burn, no smoke to cover the eyes. There is only the sickly pallor of his skin when he wakes up, and the thoughts that bear down on him every time he extends a hand to help a student in need.

It is difficult indeed to change, especially when circumstance has forged you so cruelly.

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tpn post-canon / it’s time to move on, sparkling through the water like jewels in the sun.

“I don’t think he appreciates miracles.” She grins.

Norman shrugs at the remark, lifting his gaze to gift her a small smile in turn. “Ray doesn’t believe in a lot of things, but that’s why having his faith is powerful. If Ray can believe in something, then it’s not impossible.”

“Sounds like Ray’s got superpowers.”