#down in the forest we'll sing a chorus one that everybody knows hands held higher we'll be on fire singing songs that nobody wrotee

[singingachorus]

forest makes my heart hurt. like bad.

[hostile-heros]

gimme ⏩ with some song lyrics for Pumpkin 👀

down in the forest we'll sing a chorus one that everybody knows hands held higher we'll be on fire singing songs that nobody wrote

forest - twenty one pilots

[n0twarri0rs]

Forest||twenty one pilots

[ink-fireplace-coffee]

🎶Down in the forest we'll sing a chorus

One that everybody knows

Hands held higher, we'll be on fire

Singing songs that nobody wrote🎶

💕

sleepy this comes at the perfect time🥺🥺🥺🥺

I'm actually tearing up a little bit which is pathetic for me but uh

thank you 🥰

[xyliane]

Down in the forest, we'll sing a chorus One that everybody knows Hands held higher, we'll be on fire Singing songs that nobody wrote (forest twenty one pilots for killugon)

notes: thanks so much!!! I’m sorry this took so long, and it’s a short little thing. I hope you like it! gen, two twelve year old boys who probably shouldn’t be left alone are instead off exploring the world and annoying the chaatwala. would there be chaatwala outside of heaven’s arena? it’s supposed to be based on dubai but I’m just swiping things from delhi now... 450 words.

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Killua can’t sing. 

This hadn’t made much impact when they first met–Gon was always the one be humming, filling empty space with little tunes he made up just for that. In several years of retrospect, it was probably silly. Killua seemed more like silence, back then, his footsteps all but imperceptible and even his laughter is weirdly directional, like he didn’t want it to echo beyond wherever he stood. 

And silence is good! Silence is important for hunting, for waiting, for listening, all things Gon’s good at. But Gon likes singing and he likes songs–silence is only so good as the next sound.

So he takes it upon himself to fill in the silences. Not much at first, just little jokes or silly songs he’d learned from the captains in the Whale Island port, things that make Killua laugh when he isn’t ready for it. When they get to Heaven’s Arena and there’s music blaring from every loudspeaker and beats throbbing out of cars, Gon sings along with his own words, in the language they share and the language from the islands and in a language that nobody speaks, not even him. 

“You’re so weird,” Killua says as they chomp on fried potatoes outside the market, trying and failing to shove his giggles back down his throat.

“Only because you won’t sing with me!” Gon tries to line up the words with the music and it doesn’t really work. It makes Killua grin, a flash like lightning in the corner of his eyes.

But the grin fades. “I don’t know the words,” Killua admits, chomping down on some of Gon’s snack to muffle his words.

“I’ll teach you!” 

“You don’t know the words either!”

This time, Gon steals some of Killua’s snack, narrowly avoiding being pinched. “I don’t have to. We can just sing, Killua!”

They don’t end up singing then because the snack seller kicks them off the step--they’d paid for everything, it doesn’t matter that they’d ended up wrestling in front of a vat of hot oil. But Gon notices an echo when he sings, never quite the same note but an unintended accompaniment. Sometimes, he even gets Killua to sing with him, voice stumbling when he can’t find the right key but pressing on anyways. It’s music to Gon’s ears in every sense, ricocheting through his hearing until he wants to sing back. There are still silences, but with Killua singing along, the silences don’t feel like ends. Just spaces before more sound.

It turns out, Killua can sing. But Gon never noticed that both of them sound best when in harmony.