@dolgelo said: ( SING )...... or ( BECKON ) 🤔
seduction | accepting (?)
He had never known her to be the vocal type.
Not ever in their previous years together, certainly not when three became two, or when two became three plus one. Mitsuru spoke when prudent, avoided idle chatter unless deemed necessary, looking to consume her desserts and literary pursuits in relative silence.
The television set was off for once; their juniors had all fled for town on a sunny Sunday afternoon. His side ached something terrible as she nipped her tea-- three of his fixed ribs were still floating after April’s moon. She doesn’t scold him for napping in the lounge for once (considering he has little else to do), but the need for ibuprofen is enough to keep him lucid. A page flips and her song begins-- a simple, genteel hum that wouldn’t wake him even if he had been sleeping.
The cadence is such that it might have words had she given them, and he thinks he might have heard it once, filtering from under the door of the third floor upon a chance encounter. Something timeless-- if not a bit mournful. Had he known a single thing about classic French or coloratura sopranos he may just be able to fit a tune to name. Whatever it may be was perfectly on-key; sweet, and soft, as if soothing a fretful child.
It was nice to see her mask lowered for once, and that’s all he knew. Mitsuru; head propped, singing a sweet song, eyes downcast as she flipped pages one-by-one. Her brows knitting on certain paragraphs, thick lashes fluttering in a way he felt oddly enticing.
The tune stops all-too-soon, however. In his effort to turn his head to study his overseer, she had caught his spying-- both turning a spectacular madder red more brilliant than her curls.
Akihiko snaps back immediately with a grunt and a pained wince, staring instead to the ceiling above.
He clears his throat once to assuage himself. They may just avoid looking at each other for the rest of that day.
“ It’s okay... uh, keep going... ”
