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After a thousand year of waiting, I finally posted Day 6: Music. Life of a moon deity got hectic and I lost inspiration heh.
Summary: Nor teaching Ber about music
"Tune is important, melody is important, but remember to play the right notes too. But most of all, pour your soul into the song." Lukas reminded Ber, the confused, glass-wearing giant looked visibly in deep thoughts, Luke sighed, holding the nation's hand and sat beside the Swede.
"It's fine, you don't have to follow the last part, we can do that someday when you're good enough." The Swede shook his head, he held Luke's hand and faced him sideway.
"No, it's just… I don't know how to convey my emotions the way I want." Luke smiled softly, he began to hold both hands of the tall nation.
"It's fine, I know. I can give you some advice if you want." Ber nodded, signaling for Luke to continue.
"I'll play you a song and you tell me what emotion you feel, or what you think about the song, or any comment you have for it." Ber nodded again, Luke smiled, the nation was always a big, tall awkward cutie.
"Okay,close your eyes." The man closed his eyes, it was a few moments, but the song slowly began to reach his ears. It was… Something far, like an ocean. Sometimes blue, sometimes red, but mostly just… Soft.
He took a peak, a lovely scene was at his view. Luke has closed his eyes, his hands moved elegantly across the keyboard. Sometimes, he saw Luke mumbling something, then smiled, then sighing in deep thoughts. He closed his eyes again. Thinking about the scene he just saw and what he felt about this song. Was Luke feeling the same way as he does? Were they in sync? Or both had completely different thoughts about the song?
"Ber." He opened his eyes slowly, Luke had turned his face toward his, hands off the keyboard, his face was unreadable, ethereal in a way as usual. Ber coughed, then answered.
"You'd finished?" Nor nodded.
"What do you think?" Ber thought for a moment, then pondered if it's too weird for him to say that he has images of colours instead of emotions.
"What is it? You've been thinking for a while." Ber was reluctant, he rubbed the back of his head, then sighed and answered.
"I saw… Colours." Luke nodded, seemingly unfazed.
"No, I saw colours too when I first wrote the song." Oh, so the song was Luke's.
"Oh, then… Should I tell you what colour it is?" Luke nodded again, he was never much of a talker, but that's a good thing. He fits with Bers well.
"I saw blue and red but then I thought it was mostly…" Again, he pondered about the word. It was not a colour but he had already told Luke it was a colour.
"If it's not a colour, but a feeling, you can also say it." Thank god for Luke, he always understood him so well.
"It was 'softly'."Luke smiled the first time in the day, then kissed Ber's cheek.
"Did you feel the same way?" Nor hummed, then shook his head playfully.
"No but you did it." Ber was relieved, then confused, is that it? How is it that an incoherent answer like that can be right?
"It's just your feeling about the song, silly. It's not whether or not it's right. Don't bother about me thinking like you." He frowned, then moved his hand animatedly.
"But, it was barely coherent, even though I didn't understand." Luke chuckled, then suddenly kissed Ber's lips, making Ber blush.
