{ for @darcywarren }
“fuuuuck, can we please take a break?” wes whines, placing the violin he’s been struggling to master for years beside him on the couch and flashing a pleading look to darcy next to him. they’ve been practicing for what feels like hours, but has likely been only about twenty minutes, and wes hates the way he can’t keep up with the girl when they play together. even late at night during orchestra, he finds himself looking across the room as he’s on keys and she’s playing up a storm on her violin, jealousy running through his veins in a way he doesn’t completely understand.
wes doesn’t wait for her to confirm that they can take that break he’s requested, he slips his violin back into its case and rises to his feet, stretching his back in the process like he’s been stiffened by their hard work. “come on, let me order us indian or something. i feel like i’ve been playing music all day and my fingers --” he extends his hands in front of her, wiggling his digits around a little. “my fingers, they don’t wanna play anymore. they’ve lost their momentum, they’ve got a mind of their own and they’re calling it. please.”