#deemo headcanon

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But can you imagine Alice excited speaking about 'their castle', and Hans one-handed makes so many suggestions, while secretly filling in blank spaces. How the little girl would even draw the vicinity and show them to her dearest brother. Oh, and even tried her best to incorporate her brother's music into the whole thing. Hans teaching Alice piano as she yaps on about stories and the like But honesly, Hans teaching Alice piano and tucking her into bed if she ever falls asleep on the piano for being too tired.

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AU tidbit - Abilities

αѕ ωιтн αηу AU, it is entirely possible that Hans himself has an ability. And while his story may change to fit the sort of plot or world he belongs in. Given his base attribute of being a talented musician, his abilities either compliment or are partially aligned towards music or sound. His abilities differ based on how common powers are.

HIGH - A particularly resonant being, Hans can actually ‘feel’ music. His synesthesia has evolved to an entirely new level where he can actually sense music with all of his other senses. He can mold sounds to resemble any others, he can also ‘extract’ sounds from inanimate objects, based on what they are. The object is then unable to execute any action that would cause that sound. For example, he can extract the word BOOM from a bomb. It can no longer detonate until he returns the word BOOM to that bomb. He can then insert the sound BOOM into something else, where if that item made any noise, it would then explode as if it were a bomb the size of the object it was implanted on. He can gather up noise, which he can then release, almost like a pressure bomb made of discordant waves.

MODERATE - As someone with keen sound senses, Hans can see the world through hearing alone. In him, he can hear even distinct silence, for even things that do not cause sound exude their own ‘noise’ thus allowing him to map out the area around him in a 50ft radius, though the farther away he is, the less detailed his perception of the world through sound sense is. He is also able to distinguish between person to person with just their voice alone, as each person’s voice is very much unique. He applies this by being able to play the piano pitch perfect, even without the use of a music sheet.

LOW -  Though some consider synesthesia to be a unique trait in itself, Hans has the uncanny ability to, subconsciously to make sound out of anything that is less than 90 decibels. It can be anything inscribed or anything that has been said before, though he can only pull out a conversation that occurred within the last hour. He often uses this to extract ‘music’ from music sheets, which helps him play symphonies that often need more than one instrument to execute.

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нєα∂¢αηση 5 ||| ѕωєєтѕ

ѕωєєтѕ! ¢σηƒє¢тισηяу! Who wouldn’t love them? 

Hans has quite the sweet tooth, often ordering dessert to go along with most of his meals. It wasn’t unusual to see him splitting a cheesecake slice with his sister, whom he would not hesitate to buy anything for. Perhaps you could say he may be spoiling her, but to Hans, sugar hadn’t always been a readily available luxury. In fact, the first time he ate dessert was when he was 14, when he ran away from home.

It was a strange reaction to see Hans eat a slice of peach cobbler to go with his gravy thinking that it was a part of the meal, but that unfortunate episode aside, he would always eat something sweet whenever he was able. Éclairs, Mille-Feuillies, Cupcakes, cookies, anything at all, he wouldn’t hesitate to try! He often brings sweets as a sort of gift to any household he would visit, often in good will.

Lately, his favorite dessert to try out were canelés. Whenever he would stop at Japan, for whichever reason, he would often buy a few of these and stop over at someone’s grave. There he would inform her of his life and what was going on, as well as leaving a canelé with a bouquet of flowers for the grave. He often does this with people he respected, from his parents and some famous pianists.

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αѕ тнєу came to terms with tears still in his eyes, Hans agreed without hesitation. He would give it his all to care for his younger sister. On her deathbed, for the first time Hans saw his mother smile peacefully, as if her weary soul had been allowed rest. Shackled by expectation and crippled by the pressure heaped upon her by everyone, Hans knew that he had to kill the legacy that made his mother famous.

Of course, who wouldn’t have heard of Adrianne Holt, otherwise known as ‘Paganini of the Piano’ for her intense and quick-paced style. IT was a style that he memorized from his younger days as an aspiring pianist, eager to perpetuate the legacy she set before she fell from grace long ago.

Everyone he met would speak wrongly of hr at his back, calling her a crazed teacher bitter about her disqualification and desperate for victory to have raised him like a puppet. Yet, he paid them no mind. Liberated from suppressed thoughts, Hans instead expended his frustration and anger in his music. At first, many were surprised: his style was more melodious, filled with soul and calming harmonies. What he played instead was both passionate, aggressive and awe-inspiring. Many of the songs some even scoffed at being impossible to execute with a single piano alone. Was it right, therefore, that he put his mother’s legacy to rest with the same style at which she played?

The burden of the weight she carried was indeed heavy. Too much was expected from the puppet-son of a once famous Pianist. Instead, he braved through the monster of expectation that devoured his mother, instead going on to exceed her as a Pianist, to the point where he was renowned for his skill. Of course, that story ended when he decided to never again play the piano on a competitive level, but the contrast between his gentle natured playing style with the furious and spirited style of his mother was too great that it burned a memory in those who had seen him play.

Riposa in Pace is one of his iconic songs, a composition by his mother finished by Hans himself, it was the song that some still remember him by. He felt that the song was apt to finally release the burden that was set upon his mother, but he had a few other songs which he finished penning, all in the style of his mother. They are:

Nacht der Blüte [lit: Blooming Night]

Todeswalzer [lit: Death Waltz]

氷のハート [lit: Heart of Ice]

ネイティブフェイス [lit: Native Faith]

(Pardon my Google translate-fu)

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∂ση'т ℓєт ιт consume you, they stated. Even so, there was only so much a young man could take.

Hans so dearly wanted to be a good boy, so he kept it in. After all, he wanted to be good so that his mother and father would love him. He sacrificed many things: Mr. Quiggles his favorite doll, sleep, even dinner just so he could get better! He was better than anyone else, he won the Jr. Chopin competition, even the La Fleur commendation!

But why? Why was mother still starving him? Why was mother still locking him in the Metronome room? Why? Why? Why? Why?  Why? Why?  Why? Why?  Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why?  Why? Why? Why? Why?  Why? Why?

Suppressed anger smoldered brightly within his heart, until something snapped inside of him. Something as insignificant as dropping a spoon with his uneasy, twitching hands caused her to yell at how absolutely worthless of a son he was, whose twitching hands could never make it big in Europe. And in an instant everything was turned upside down for young Hans. His mother pretended only to be happy whenever he won just so that she could achieve the dreams she couldn’t achieve!

At first, it was a twisted sight: instead of tears and a meek bow, there was only laughter. Unnerving, haunting laughter, coupled with tears streaming without end. Sent into his room for the rest of the night, anger festered within Hans’ heart. Everything had been a lie, but the biggest lie of all...was the Piano.

His mother loved the piano more than she did to him. She cared more about a piano losing a tune than him breaking a bone. He continued to justify the neglect he suffered onto the piano, until the cover of night he took a hammer and smashed the piano. Fury unbridled, he smashed the ivory keys without restraint as he laid to waste the piano that he stood under it’s shadow. After hearing the ransack, afraid for his own life Hans smashed the window and ran away from home, covered in tears and cuts, stumbling weakly into the rain.

By the time his uncle found him collapsed onto his doorstep, the young man was malnourished, deprived of rest and cut with glass, to say nothing about the bruises and the signs of torment that he suffered under his mother’s tutelage. With custody falling to his uncle, it would take almost years for his wounds to fully heal, as the young and talented Hans locked himself away, never braving the piano until much later in his time under his uncle’s care...

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ωιтн a scream, Young Hans threw himself up from the bed, drenched in sweat, panting as he felt warm in his pajamas. A nightmare had consumed him, swallowed into the endless depths of the sunless ocean. In a dream eerily reminiscent of reality, he found himself...sinking. Sinking deeper and deeper into the void...only to be swallowed up by something with rows of sharp, dagger-like teeth.

It would only be in his 20s would be dare muster the courage once more to revisit the Gallery. When Guertena’s works made a stopover in Hanover, Germany Hans felt that it was time to face the painting that inspired many nightmares and his fear of water.

The Abyss of the Deep.

Even though he would never admit being a bit unnerved by the painting to Alice, Hans has always been awed and inspired by the enigmatic Guertena Weiss’ works. Something that stirred the heart and frightened the soul...it truly takes a master to achieve such works of art.

Though, from time to time, he would still toss and turn in his bed in his fervent attempt swim away from that anglerfish...

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∂єєρ silence fell, followed by thunderous applause. And with tears in his eyes, he bowed deeply and awaited the judge’s deliberation. By then, even to the audience, there was no dispute who was the victor. Yet, at the end of it all, he had only one thing to say:

“Riposa in pace.”

Hans’ approach to the judges was highly unusual. Weeks before the competition, he sent an actual draft of a musical score that he himself had improved upon. Originally an unfinished work belonging to his mother, after he came to terms with her he finished the work she had long sought to bring to life. He simply had it titled Rest in peace.

It was the song that made Hans renowned, yet it was to be his last professional performance. Immediately after he won the competition, he turned down the chance to compete on the world stage, abandoning everything so that he could raise his sister properly.

Perhaps it was only right that he finally laid his mother’s dreams to rest by becoming that which she yearned for herself to become. Contrary to his favored style of playing slower, more harmonious tunes, Riposa in Pace is fast paced, almost aggressive in a way, very much reminiscent of his mother’s style.

And though remembered as the very song that made him famous, to this day Hans is reluctant to play it once more, believing not that it was too good for mortal ears to hear, but that it was the song that liberated his mother’s soul from the oppressive shackles of expectation she set not only for him, but also for herself. By winning the competition she fell from grace in, he felt that she was redeemed and now allowed to truly, rest in peace.