I'M JUST TRYING TO STRUM YOUR HEART STRINGS..
synopsis. varka is a talented man, when you to stumble on a musician playing a guitar that really impressed you, let's say varka had a few ideas or two
wc. 1.4k words, 7.7k chars | genre. fluff | cw/tags. guitar, music, singing, cuddles
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varka is head over heels for you with no doubt. he's a man who openly shows his display of affection in public, whether it's his hand tightly wrapped around your waist, or he's being smothering you with kisses along your face.
he LOVES, to impress you as well. when he's dueling with a knight, he's putting a little more effort into his already flawless moves, and ending by blowing you a kiss or a wink. it's cheesy, but it's charming. he would take any chance to astonish you with his skills, and perhaps some that he isn't talented in.
whilst you and varka were waltzing around the large statue of vent—i mean, barbatos. your ears caught the sound of a beautiful melody. and it came from a musician who was performing in the middle of it, surrounded by a not-so-large crowd that cheered on him. the man was playing a guitar, it immediately piqued your interest.
"varka! c'mon let's take a look!" you exclaimed, pointing at where the man was performing. varka nods at your request, "sure, why not?" he guides you with your arm hooked around his.
you two take a corner where there is enough space for you, while varka's stature sticks out like a sore thumb among the group. the musician skillfully played the instrument, his fingers striking the strings diligently, as he switched chords effortlessly. the music that came out of his guitar struck you, you could listen to it over and over again.
your bobbed your head to the beat of it, and tapped your feet as well. varka was no stranger to small details; he noticed how you enjoyed the song. he intently watched how you reacted. varka stared at you, then at the man, then at you, then back at the man. this repeated until a lightbulb popped above his head. a smug smirk tugged at his lips as he untangled the intertwining of your arms to place his around your waist, then leaned in close, his eye still fixed on the man.
"so, you.. like this, ah, music thing." he mentions. "always, it always brings me to a sense of comfort or relaxation, you know?" you say with sparkling eyes, while leaning closer to his bicep.
"right.. right." he nodded slowly, feeling a wave of ideas flow through his head. a creepy yet boyish smile making it's way to his face.
you then watched in silence, enjoying the relaxing atmosphere while the wind carried the notes played off the guitar.
the very next day, varka makes a purchase with no slight hesitation. a simple acoustic guitar, made of fine wood with a glossy finish. though, the size was quite small, even though it's in a regular size. he can't help if his stature is a whole mountain of muscle.
"grandmaster, do you think this size is fine? you could get a custom guitar, one that will fit you." the woman asked, holding up the guitar above the bag that came with it, waiting for him if he changed his mind.
varka, who was daydreaming himself serenading you with the instrument, with a giddy grin on his face. "what? ohh, yeah, yeah, it's fine." he says, paying no mind to the guitar as he pulls out his wallet. the seller nods, unsure about what he's about to buy, but she still proceeds to put it in.
he wastes no time getting his ass back to your shared home, his heart thumping out of his chest with each step closer. varka even carefully calculated when you're out of the house to hide his little surprise.
varka sat on a part of your bed and began tuning the guitar. since it was his first time, it came across as half-assed; he was rushing to learn the song the musician played.
his calloused palm wrapped around the neck, and the first problem occurred, the sheer size of his palm making it awkward for him, but nevertheless, he pursued. varka followed the chords printed on a small music sheet he grabbed in his short run from the store.
after a few minutes of practice, fuck he still sounds like shit. no matter how much pressure he put on the strings or how he put them in the correct spots (he didn't do them correctly), he just didn't sound right. he guesses that he couldn't just ease his way to mastering it with just his raw strength, it actually required continuous practice.
he groans in frustration, the veins in his temples appearing. "this damn guitar can't i jus—" he gets cut off his ramble of complaints as he sees the grandfather clock ticking at a specific angle he feared. you're minutes away from getting back and he barely learned the song.
shit. shit. shit. he curses under his breath as he grips the neck of the guitar tighter. varka then the rest of the chords messily, not paying attention to how.. it sounded.
a few speedy runs later, he could hear the front door creak open, followed by your steps that made their way to where he was. a shaky exhale leaves his throat, as he goes for one last mental rundown of the notes.
your hand floated above the doorknob. you contemplated how strange varka was acting today. waking up at the creak of dawn and for what? it definetly wasn't for his grandmaster duties nor for any important expedition. it's very unlikely of him to do such a thing.
you shake your head full of thoughts and turn the knob.
a quiet melody plays, its rhythmic pattern going delicately slow. when you finally push open the door fully, a husky voice sang along with the music.
" for just chance, to win your heart. "" you could set the bar, beyond the stars. " " i'll do anything, anything you ask me to. " your beloved grandmaster sang in a lower octave yet was still on note with the song, yet the instrument sounded.. yea. the birds that nested on a branch near your window tweeted aggressively as they flapped their little wings. your eye twitched when he plucked another string way too off-key.
" say you want the moon, watch me learn to fly. " " ain't no mountain you could point to, i wouldn't climb! " another few chords sounds wrong again, despite pressing in the right places. " there's nothing i won't do, i'd risk it all to you. "
he strums one last time, sounding terribly, and shoots you a boyish grin. "so? who i'd do?" he asks you with the most innocent eyes that hold you back from telling the truth.
"ah, well you know!" you exclaim, trying to sound enthusiastic while you plop yourself beside him. "i think it's uh, unique! yes! unique, um, sounding?" you say as you give a weak strum on the strings.
"the way you play it sou—" , "yea, no, it's absolute garbage." varka says, emphasizing the last words whilst his body droops in a sad manner, but he retains his smile.
you patted his broad back, letting out a sigh of relief now you didn't need to sugarcoat your words. you chuckle. "yea it does suck, but i appreciate your effort." you reassure him and leaned into his cheek to give him a peck, feeling his short facial hair on your lips.
"but you know.." you trailed off your words as you twirled your finger on a strand of his hair. "you sing pretty well for an old man like you." varka's head instantly perks up, his eyelashes fluttering when he looked at you with disbelief.
his brows furrow in realisation. "hold on, i'm not that old–wait, really?"
you give him a nod. the man then sets the guitar aside, pulls you to him, and you both fall onto the bed's fluffiness. he positions himself so that his lips face your ear. "maybe i should sing more hm?" he purrs into your ear, his warm breath tickling you.
"you're tickling me, varka. andd i wouldn't mind that at all." you state as you blocked his breath from going into your ear canal. "ya' don't mind it at all, right yeah?"
because of that, he doesn't hold back at all. he cuddled you, spooning your whole body, and continued singing the remaining part of the song. the rasp of his voice rumbling in his throat, you could feel the deep vibrations in his chest.
he may not be talented when it comes to instrument type of skills, but his singing makes up for it! ♪ (´▽｀)
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