I was reminded of this amazing Dul/Mazish fic today. If you want to immerse yourself in awakened singer romance, this is it.
The Rhythm of the Lost by aluminumoxynitride
Rated Teen, 1100 words
"Mazish," he says again and again, filling the space between each kiss with her name. Like he wants to make up for the years they didn't know they were supposed to have names.
"I love you," she says, and there's a strange cadence to her words that she doesn't mean to put there. One of the rhythms. She doesn't care to figure out which.
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