dear_mun | voice testin' and all that. canon is once.

And I will bring the piano you gave me.

[ She knows that she will eventually get her way with him after some urging. After all, she would hate to see him stuck and, most often, she knows best. ] And you can say 'hello,' properly.

Hah, of course. Bit rude of me to send it off without even givin' it a proper greetin'.

... you liked it, then?

Of course I did! Perfect gift. I can never thank you enough for you - your generosity.

I think of you each time I sit to play.

Oh, no, no, it's nothin', really... Just figured you might not wanna fuss with headin' down to Billy's shop every time you feel like playin', s'all --

( ahem. throat clearing. ) I'm honored.

Billy is wonderful, but this this is magnificent.

[ The girl reaches for his hands and gives him a squeeze, always one to initiate contact and never minding that fact. She doesn't say any more, content to smile up at him. ]

( it's not even that his ego is still incredibly bruised from that first time she visited his tiny little room above his da's shop - it's all but forgotten by now - but this is the way things have always been and likely will always be. she's more of a leader, and he's more than happy to follow.

he doesn't need to say any more, either, just a little squeeze of her hands in return, closing his eyes briefly to sigh with contentment. )

[ She smiles widely and watches him. It's nice, seeing a certain peace wash over him and she laces their fingers, taking a few steps closer. It is easier to ignore the responsibilities of every day life when you're in some fictional nexus. Mostly she is delighted to be with him again. ]

Play me something?

Gimme a minute, why dontcha. ( one of his nearly rare half-smiles briefly makes a reappearance. playing a song means that he has to let go of her hands, step out of the warm aura that resonates from her. he'll play her a song - just. a few seconds longer. )

I'm waiting on pins and needles!

[ She clasps her hands under her chin and bounces a few times on her heels. It's been a while since she has seen him pick up the guitar, and there is nothing that can compare to the sounds of live music. (Though his CD never leaves her walkman.) ]

Alright, alright, let's see...

( he'll shuffle over to the guitar case lying on the ground and look thoughtfully down at it before picking it up and slinging the strap over his shoulder. his fingers are quick to pick at the strings, tune it until he's happy with how everything sounds.

a deep breath. )

S'been a while since I've really... Yeah. Well. Here goes...

( he strums the basic tune a few times, really getting a feel for how the song goes, before he really gets into it, unsurprisingly at ease once he loses himself in his music. he plays almost recklessly as it goes on, voice ringing out without abandon.

then it's done, just like that. )

[ Easily, with her hands in her pockets once more, she nods along and closes her eyes. It isn't long until she can hum harmonies with him, eventually picking up on a few lyric patterns.

They're a team. While they can carry on without the other, life is a little emptier. She realizes that now because at this moment, her heart feels so very full. Her eyes sparkle with mirth once the song is through. ]

Grand.

( as if the adrenaline rush he gets from performing his songs isn't enough, god, she ignites it to a whole other level. his mind's already working in overdrive as he considers what she could do with the song if they were to do it properly, with her added piano, her voice...

he's exhilerated, to say the least. all hyped up, practically bouncing internally. he settles on resting his arms against atop his guitar, fingers tapping against the wood excitedly. )

Grand.

[ She keeps her hands in her pockets because her fingers itch and all she wants to do is find a piano and tinker around until they've made at least ten collaborations. ]

We should go to London.

London's cool, London's cool. ( said ever so nonchalantly despite the fact that he's already eager to go and get started again, too. but he's calm. totally calm. it's fine. )

Found New York t' be a bit overrated, anyways. London'd be better.

Oh, look at your Mr. Metropolitan, suddenly New York is so passé.

[ Still, she laughs, throwing her head back. ]

London's cool, eh? You think we can do London? Will I be metropolitan too?

T' be fair, could've just been the -- company that soured me whole "New Yorker experience", but tha's another story for another day. ( oh, new york. he'd hardly lasted there a month before it was back to dublin, tail successfully between his legs once more. )

-- But yeah. I think we can do London. You'll be very metropolitan -- we'll get a little flat somewhere nice, an' just live and be ... happy. ( finally. )

I want to ride the double-deck buses.

[ The girl can't help but bounce a few times before eventually throwing her arms around him without warning, tall enough to at least press her cheek to his shoulder. ]

We will go and make arrangements, yes?

'Course we can ride the buses once we get all settled in an' --

( he is, naturally, caught off guard at first, but he's surprisingly steady where he stands, his arms very gently wrapping around her. he'll gaze down at her briefly before closing his eyes, already planning in his mind. )

Yeah, we'll make arrangements and we'll go.

[ She lingers there, enjoying and appreciating the closeness because she's never felt closer to anyone else before. It is almost frightening to admit such a thing, but she will be fearless for herself and him. ]

Grand. [ She repeats, laughing into his shoulder. The guitar makes the hug difficult to sustain and she takes a step backwards. ]

Grand, yeah.

( it bears repeating. with a sheepish smile he takes a step back of his own. )

D'you wanna pop over for a cup o' tea or somethin'? Sure me da'd love to see you again... Should probably start gettin' things sorted and all tha'...

Yes! I will go. I would love to see him too.

[ She reaches for his hand to squeeze it warmly before bending to retrieve his guitar case. ] We take our time in sorting things, though. I wouldn't want to forget anything.

We will. ( he'll mutter a quick "t'anks" as he takes the case from her, safely stowing the guitar away, thankfully not for good this time. not with all of these possibilities, as she said, ahead of them. everything packed safely away, guitar case in hand, he's ready to go. )

Can't imagine I have much that's worth takin' along with us, but we'll see.

voice testin' and all that. canon is once.

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now i just really want to hear arthur sing this song. nope.

ciffpd why would you put that idea in my head .... !!!!

wallow in my misery with me!!!

what if darvill covered "things unseen"

HDU. i'm crying.

/b i s h s h r u g

even better: arthur AND declan singing things unseen. HARMONIES.

HARMONIES AND RIFFS

OH LAWD. ♥____♥ we only have ourselves to blame.

no shayme, tbh.

no shayme. just tears.

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