#⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ᴜʟᴛɪᴍᴀᴛᴇ ᴇᴍᴛ ❞ ¦ 「 Kyle 」

[not-bcring]

「 ☆ 」 It hadn't taken much pestering for Kyle to take out the guitar... None, in fact, aside from a purred question and pleading eyes. Having waited until the place was clear— as much as Nico loves their partners, there are still times when they'd like the serenity of a calm room ( which can sometimes be difficult to achieve, which is why moments like this HAVE to be acted upon ) —they are now reaping the rewards of their patience. With more bound to come as the moment stretches on.

Pair upon the bed, one sitting with a guitar and the other laying on their side, air is filled with the albeit clumsy but pleasing sound of Kyle's music. Languid upon the blanket, cheek smushed on the arm it rests upon and eyes heavily-lidded in a picturesque embodiment of calm, soft rumbles drift from their chest. Intermingling with the gentle notes and voice, offering unintended accompaniment to the others performance... To Nico's private performance.

Honestly, Nico always had a fondness for music... and an undeniable appreciation for those who create it. They hadn't considered it an attraction until learning they were capable of such emotions. A feeling that remains exclusive to their partners, Nico not experiencing this... warmth when it comes to other musicians. Admiration is still there, Nico awestruck at the ability to pursue the creative avenue. But it doesn't make their heart pound in this manner. Blood rush to their face, painting pale complexion a fond rose. Eyes shine as though gazing up at the one who invented the concept of music. Rather than someone who used to be in a band as a child.

When the song drifts to its inevitable close, Nico deeply sighs into the silence. A soft, drawn-out, lovestruck sound from the depths of their chest. Basking in the afterglow of having a song played for them— simple acts never failing to have immense impact upon the starved catthey —Nico slowly blinks ( trust radiating from the gesture ) as they gaze up at Kyle, overhead light of the room enveloping the tall man's head in an ethereal glow. ❝ ... That was beautiful. ❞ 「 ☆ 」

Open RP - Kyle Villanueva

Looks like someone remembered he knew how to play guitar, Kyle a bit unpracticed seeing as he hadn't played nor sung in half a decade, but the underlying skill bleeds through regradless.