#bach feels

[monocle-teacup]

So I’m at episode 12 in my quest for Kanae pics and DAMN IT THE BACH FEELS AND BACH/KANAE FEELS STILL GET ME.

After he does his little monologue and Kanae says he can tell he’s in agony, he FREAKING TURNS AWAY FROM HER. LIKE OH SHIT HE WASN’T PREPARED FOR THAT SO HE JUST SORTA SHUTS DOWN UNTIL SHE STARTS TALKING ABOUT HIM ENJOYING MUSIC AGAIN. THEN HE HAS TROUBLE KEEPING EYE CONTACT SO HE GLANCES TO THE SIDE.

JUST... THE FEELS. 

[monocle-teacup]

I know there’s only a few more episodes left, but DAMN IT I WANT MORE BACH and KANAE INTERACTION!!! There’s so much potential there and not even in a ship way though I wouldn’t be opposed to it. They have similarities and if anyone could even begin to understand Bach, it would be Kanae. It would probably take a while, but let Bach have some happiness please.

[monocle-teacup]

Bach Drabble

I’ve been having a lot of plot bunnies lately. I wanted to do something based on a headcanon of mine, but then it turned into something more.

Bach didn’t speak much when he first awoke. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to, he just couldn’t. Every time he would open his mouth, incoherent sounds came out. Which was something, considering that the first thing he did when he emerged from the pod was state that he was Bach. It must have taken every ounce of effort the man possessed since he was still reeling from being conscious and being aware that he had a past life to begin with.

The lab coat was his only clothing for the first few days. Not out of cruelty, but because finding something that he would willingly wear was a challenge, not to mention finding something that would actually fit him. Jeans and a t-shirt were met by a firm shake of the head. Kyougo was the one who suggested getting old fashioned clothes. He also had the idea for a wig, but that was more of a joke, really.

Each article of clothing was held up along with the wig. The self proclaimed composer grasped them like a lifeline. He looked quite dignified when he was dressed, even with the small patch of skin that showed above the boots. When Kyougo came in the lab wearing a pair of sunglasses, Bach couldn’t take his eyes off them.

“You want them?” the scientist laughed as he held them up. The other man nodded.  

It was shortly after this that Bach would frequently shadow him. Mitsuru interacted with him as well, but it always involved a tablet and words that weren’t meant for socializing and comfort. Kyougo for his part didn’t wave the man away or try to avoid him. In fact, he helped him process the many wonders of this new and modern world. So many things were new and yet, some things had never changed. The things that didn’t change were what upset him the most. He wanted, needed something to distract him.

The picture frame on Kyougo’s desk was the only source of bright, cheery color in the lab. Bach gazed at it for a few moments and was about to ask, but his Creator beat him to it.

“That’s my daughter, Kanae.”

“Daughter.” Bach repeated the word.

“In terms of looks, she takes after my mother and a little of her own mother, but I think she has my eyes.” He laughed. “She’s very mature for her age. Always minding me like a mother hen.”

Bach smiled at the thought. “Maybe you’ll meet her one day.”

“Perhaps.”

There weren’t enough distractions. He tried composing. Joy and feelings that could only be described as negative blended together. He wanted to feel the keys of an organ under his fingers.

“Kanae doesn’t play the organ, but you’d think she did the way she goes on about it.” Kyougo commented, drawing Bach out of his thoughts. “My family home has always been about music you could say.”

Music. Purpose. Delightful, wonderful, torturous purpose. A need. A goal, but how to achieve that goal? A blinding flash of an almost otherworldly bright light. Musik. A gift. The light he craved. Kyougo gave him this. He also gave him a promise.

Now there’s only darkness.

[solointhesand]

Sitting in the park near work, full of lovely lunch, listening to a Brandenburg just as it's starting to rain. My dad told me once that he's heard the Brandenburgs so often they're meaningless to him now. He told me that when I was a kid, and ever since, every time I hear them, I've pictured a little analog meter clicking over, getting closer and closer to the point where I'll hear one and feel nothing. It terrified me then, and it terrifies me now. Can it happen? Can I listen to these one time too many and somehow use them all up? Sometimes they come up on shuffle and I wonder whether I should press skip so they'll last a little longer. I never do.

[keep--on-walking]

Absolutely love J.C. Bach's Viola Concerto, can't even describe

[grim-yeeter]

Bach is perfection