Kane Coded
@multifairyus for you love!! I would’ve done more but I think more would have ruined the story. Without further delay, please enjoy my Kane Coded Story❤️❤️
“So, Kingsmage. How long has it been since you’ve played?” Valec’s voice had all the charm and charisma in it. He was enjoying this. Selwyns’ nervousness, his clammy hands, and the slightly less sure of where his hands should go on the violin.
“I don’t have time for your taunts Valechaz…”
“Sure ya do, it’s my bar—“
“It’s Dame Lucille’s.”
“Regardless, you go on when I let you~”
Valec placed two shots on the table, and Selwyn clenched his jaw and looked away. Offended. He trusted Valechaz, enough he should know better.
“I don’t drink.”
“Not even your beloved Bree and Nicks’ aether?” Selwyn looked at the shots, and the smell hit him. Nick’s summer grass and cedar wood hit him first. Bree hit him harder. She always smelled like power, with enough sweetness to make Selwyn tipsy off of her. Nick always smelled like home, and these days he was home. Bree was power, and everything he thought he couldn’t have. Her sweetness balanced him. She made him better without trying.
“You know I wouldn’t give you anything you don’t like little brother.” Valechaz grinned at him and pushed the shot glasses closer to him. Only for a moment did Selwyn hesitate, and then the aether was gone. His gold eyes looked slightly off center, and his heartbeat was slightly faster.
Selwyn was still in control, the taste of their aether burned his throat. He loved it, the feeling of them clouding his senses. He relished being surrounded by their scent. His heartbeat was faster. It thrummed in his ears, and in his fingertips.
With a new found confidence, Selwyn grasped the neck of his violin.
“There’s the Selwyn Kane I know.” He closed his eyes, and pictures Nick and Bree. They’re the only ones that matter. Who will ever matter to him, his heaven away from this shitty world he fights for. The power to keep pushing, his motivation to come home after every mission.
Valec takes Selwyn center stage, and the show begins. His fingers begin to dance across the strings. A slow movement first, slowly building up. Every note is a small confession, straight from his heart. Then a call to their hearts, from the buildup.
Boom!
The crescendo hits. Fast and precise. Never missing a beat, or a note. The song is for Nick and Bree. He was never good with words, so maybe his violin could express what he can’t.
His heart took over, and played for them. It was only him, Bree and Nick. No one else mattered. Not the stares he got from staff or patrons, just them. In this moment where time stopped and he played his heart out for his loved ones.
His eyes were closed. He wanted his heart to speak for itself. The song slowed down. The decrescendo fully admitting his feelings for them until he could play nothing else.
The song was over.
Selwyn opened his eyes and met theirs. Nick first, then Bree. Nick had a light blush on his cheeks. His eyes looked through him and into his soul. There’s nothing he could hide, and even less that Nick couldn’t see. Bree had almost come to tears, with a small smile on her face. She looked ready to kiss him on stage. The applause echoed in his ears and he walked off stage.
When he returned back to his waiting room, Valechaz was sitting on the sofa smirking at him. “Well done, kingsmage.” Bree and Nick came in soon after and Valechaz left with a grin on his face. Selwyn was ambushed by both of them. A kiss on both cheeks, and crushed in a hug.
“You were incredible.”
“Truly magnificent.”
On and on they showered him with praise, and wrapped in their arms, Selwyn could only accept it. He wanted to melt, cry, and kiss them back. But also wanted to feel their love, for just a little while longer.
