#the muses sing together

[spineless-lobster]

I think my favourite headcanon that I have is that zag loves I’m gonna claw out your eyes (and drown you to death) and mel loves hymn to zagreus, and sometimes they annoy each other by trying to sing their respective songs louder than the other

[shortnotsweet]

In a Week by Hozier ft. Karen Cowley

“The raven is death, obviously. When I die, I want a good tombstone—something right spooky. LT’s got something against the underground, though you’d think that would be just his kind of place. That’s alright. He needs to, he can cremate me. It’s not exactly Catholic, and Mam would turn in her grave, but God is a unicorn and no one is pure anymore, so. What’s all that got to do with me?”

Johnny “Soap” McTavish has a journal. Had. It is his no longer.

Simon “Ghost” Riley had dreams—awful ones, the kind that sank claws into his lungs, dragged him into sleep, and then sent him careening out of it. He still has dreams, but they’re different, now. Better. Johnny’s pages have folded themselves under his eyes and gotten into his head, brighter and more infectious than anything else has ever been. It’s more than the past, that rotting carcass behind him, and more than now. Now is nothing. Now is ash. It’s like, it’s like—blinding, is what it is. He’s a blind man.

It is biblical now. Ghost has read it backward and forward and sideways and inside out. When he runs out of things to read, he reads them again, and when that is not enough, he reads between the lines.

[sosagely]

kara has a gorgeous singing voice, but is so reticent about singing around people that no one really knows. she also hates any kind of spotlight so its not something so flaunts.

[psychopomp-namine]

<- fake kh fan. I just found out that don't think twice is a separate song, lyrically, from chikai. I thought it was the english version... no? the lyrics are different?

utada hikaru oh my goodd I didn't know these were two songs responding to each other. head in hands HEAD IN HANDS

[prettyinpunk]

cute moment of the boys from my show!! <3

oakland, 4.14.23

[gloriousmonsters]

yknow i dislike so much of totk's story and framing and zelda's inclusion in the past and etc but... the very basic storyline of 'Ganondorf had an incarnation at the start of Hyrule who refused to acknowledge their authority, had a bit of war with them, then tried to fuck them up via murdering someone for magic about it'? just feels SO right if you just end it with him getting killed, not sealed away. both from 'this would play great w/get corrupted into part of the narrative of the Gerudo not heeding the gods and refusing to humble themselves to partake in divine gifts etc' perspective and as something that could inform koume and kotake and ganondorf from OoT.

(obv you'd have to make either hyrule's history way shorter or koume and kotake's lives way longer (or change the time to not the founding of hyrule, but some sort of re-formulation/new royal line establishing?)

but the idea that koume and kotake saw their king die trying to defy Hyrule, while SOME PEOPLE (the sage of lightning) pathetically grovelled for their lives (tried to do desperate damage control) explains like, so much about them, and OoT Ganondorf's plan scans perfectly as 'I'm going to make up for that defeat by doing it better'. He's willing to play a longer game with fake fealty, be more crafty. He'll use any tools at his disposal--except the Gerudo, who he'll keep at arms' length (no endangering them on the battlefield like old days, he's such a good king, ignore all the other ways he's endangering them). And despite the kingdom's weakened state, he's not going to go half-assed about the magic he grabs, no, he is going for the TRIFORCE. hyrule won't have a chance to take him down because he'll have won from the moment he touches it. suck it, ganondorf the first

[fatestouch]

I don't mean to tip your scale but You will fail at Placing any spells on me. I just ate a flower, One that claims your power,

So you better cower before me.

You must be a liar. Mortals can't acquire Moly without dire consequence.

Then I must be a god like you, Cause I got this root from the ground with my bare hands--

"Hermes gave it to you, didn't he?"

"Okay, fine, yes, but regardless--"

You and I are now evenly matched. Our fates are intertwined, they're attached.

I've got people to protect, friends I can't neglect So now there is no turning back. You've made your one wrong move, now you're done for, I will be the one to prove that you're done for. Not even a spell saves you, cause you're done for. Oh, you better run or soon you will be done for.

[tvintedspvrkmoving]

listen the emma / lydia / stiles triangle is a very complicated story that i've yet to write out completely but !! emma canonically ends up with him in the end . . . but at some point mans tries some DUMB shit with her and this is the angel that is lydia martin's response and that's why she deserves the world and everything in it in this essay i will -

[unproduciblesmackdown]

also more odds & ends orville info & more not Not orville/phil info as well:

"In Steinkellner’s version of Summer Stock, Jane Falbury (Danielle Wade) and “Pop,” her father (Stephen Lee Anderson), are struggling to hang on to the family farm. Their farm is one of the few in the Connecticut River Valley that hasn’t been absorbed by the Wingates, whose holdings completely surround theirs.

The widow Margaret Wingate (Veanne Cox), whom son Orville (Will Roland) aptly describes as having eyes “as cold as death itself,” plans to absorb the Falbury farm by the simple expedient of having Orville marry Jane. After all the two kids had decided they were engaged in first grade!

Enter the prodigal younger sister Gloria (Arianna Rosario) who has been seduced by the lure of the Great White Way. She returns to the farm bringing along Joe Ross (Corbin Bleu in the Gene Kelly role), the director of the show that will make her a star, its composer Phil Filmore (Gilbert L. Bailey II), and the entire company. She has generously offered the company, which can’t afford rehearsal space in New York, the use of the family farm’s barn. Sister Jane reluctantly agrees to the intrusion with the proviso that the thespians will double as farm hands.

As rehearsals progress, Phil discovers that Orville, a bit of a doormat who has been raised with the understanding that he will never have to work, is a musical wunderkind. He is enlisted to work his magic on the show’s score and begins to blossom.

Widow Wingate takes umbrage with all this and vows to shut the enterprise down. Fortunately, the cold embers in her soul are stirred to renewed life by her encounter with Montgomery Leach (J. Anthony Crane), the has-been ham enlisted to give Ross’s show some cachet, so all might not be lost.

[...]

They make this Summer Stock a veritable feast of nostalgia. I was especially taken by the amusing way Steinkellner used Jackie Gleason’s theme song “Always” to further widow Wingate’s plot to get Jane and Orville hitched.

[...]

Orville, who has found personal liberation in show biz, is accorded a moment that reminded me of a similar scene in the musical version of The Producers. In a triumphant declaration of his emergence from under his mother’s thumb he exults, “I’m in the theatre! And I love it!” The audience loved it, too.

[...]

As director, Feore has elicited some wonderful performances, especially from subsidiary characters. Veanne Cox is splendid as Margaret Wingate as is J. Anthony Crane as Montgomery Leach, the faded matinee idol. Will Roland (Orville) and Gilbert L. Bailey II (Phil) both have wonderful moments and their intense professional friendship is one of the show’s highlights."

INTENSE PROFESSIONAL FRIENDSHIP you say....and also ofc everything about orville and wanting to be a musician and being in the theatre and he loves it sounds so good. i love it

[orchestrel]

How hard is it to cover your mouth when you cough

[bellamyroselia]

Was going through some old songs both for inspiration and to put on playlists, and I think I found a great Lucinigo song

Granted, it's not in English but that's not really a problem for me

[quillheel]

@fantomevoleur // sc.

He's staring. Has been, actually, for a while now. Makoto was accustomed to moving around a lot throughout the years ever since what happened ━ happened. Maybe, in the far off haze of autopilot spanning years, long before Akira had taken the attic above as his own, he'd visited Leblanc; when he was young & quiet & dead-eyed, and quite frankly he still was still all of those things, but it was different now. Knowing what he knew. Going through what, he was finding, was a very common occurrence for people like him ( the fools, one might say. )

Yuki takes a sip of his soda from a silly straw he may or may not have brought from home as the work to close up at the end of the day buzzes around him behind the counter, Sojiro willfully turning a blind eye to the two wildcards in his Cafe in turn for that higher priority. It's a good opportunity. Makoto takes it.

━ " So. Where's the gun? "

[ducknotinarow]

[Rhodes, Buddy, Charlie - a totally random coincidence uwu]

When Buddy found out about what happened with Rhodes, they couldn't stop thinking about it. They were even grinding their beak over it, unable to just let it go. They even went on to tell Charlie about it, mostly venting about how a parent could do that to a child! It was there, between them, they hatched a plan. A surprise. They would save up every penny they could and get Rhodes their instruments back! Somehow...they knew they could ask their parents for help, but, they wanted to put in the effort - for their friend.

So, it took a while, a good couple of months of working their feathers off, but they were still able to afford the electric guitar that got sold. The drums would come later; they got one out of two done.

-

"C'mon Rhodes, you're gonna love it," Buddy grinned, leading both Rhodes and Charlie up the stairs, "It's a surprise, just for you."

Buddy was giddy themselves, doing their best not to just spoil the surprise. Leading them straight to the music room, Buddy threw open the door, letting Rhodes and Charlie inside. Resting against the piano, was a jade green electric guitar, with Rhodes name printed on the side. Buddy gestured towards it,

"Ta-Da!" Buddy laughed, "We got you your guitar back!"

"Well...we doubt it's the exact same one your dad sold..." Charlie comments, "But we hope you like it as much..."

"Well, what do you think?" Buddy asks

| muse interaction [part one]

Rhodes was a few things, he was pretty blunt and didn't fully hold back his thoughts. Full of opinions and well he made them known as well. Could blame this side from the way he was raised by his father a harsh critic himself. Throw in the fact the boy was smart and often made to feel in the right? well it was just the right mixture to create the mess that was the owl-pegion. But like himself being mixed species he had other interests past just knowing what was good like food and drinks and even fashion. Rhodes also had a love for music. Sparked by his mother from when he was young. Introduced to the best of the best of music because of his mom. It was what she claimed helped spark her inspiration for art. Always playing the old glam rock bands loud and proudly. So she started to give him her old CDs she would burn the music on to. Even with his mother being so far away after the divorce. It was like having her near by. Maybe that is why music became a passion.

Not that it matters what it meant to him. His step mother turly fit the bill on the wicked step mother trope. Complaining anytime he touched his drum set, he'll even when he got headphones for his guitar! But now she just blew up every time he even just thought about playing! When his brother was a hatchling sure he could understand the claims of interrupting their naps and such. But when they got older? Sudden it was giving her headache and whatever bullshit she are up with. Often getting his Dad to scold him and tell him he couldn’t practice in the house. Fine! He wouldn’t he went else where, and played for hours like the pier, or around the town just anywhere he could hell he even got a gig or too in some coffee shops. And maybe he got a bit carried away. Maybe he stayed out too long and missed an assignment here and there And Maybe when Karine got stuck answering a call from the school only to be annoyed? Rhodes shouldn’t have told her to bite shit. And it shouldn’t been a surprise when he came home from school to find his instruments just gone. Sold. Just like that, Rhodes wasn’t sure what hurt most. His dad agreeing to it? Or the fact the drums were a gift from him. He never had the heart to tell his mom what happened.

It wasn’t worth the fight that would break out between them and maybe? Maybe he was tried of all of that. Maybe he could just take this sacrifice. If he just gave it up then, that would end the fighting between him and Karine. Which would end the spats between his mom and dad over it all. Because, his mother was always on his side. Which just made more trouble at his dad’s. Yeah maybe it was for the best. But? Rhodes was kind of known for being a music guy. Hell he scored a few dates because he could play. Guy like musicians too after all. So when he got asked to help out tje school band in a pinch?

More trouble. He spent a few days with Buddy's family till things blew over. He really didn't want to turn to his mom because well then she would know what happened. But he did let it slip to Buddy what happened and honestly? He didn't know Buddy could be mad. Did feel nice though having someone on his side in that whole mess. But it wouldn't compare to now.

And we'll it's why he had gotten three tickets for the school performance. On the off chance he felt lole asking Charlie and Buddy to go. His mom was going she could pick them up. Maybe. The show was that weekend. When Buddy called to see if he could stop into the city though? He brought them he needed.to give his mom her ticket anyway.

"C'mon Rhodes, you're gonna love it,"

Buddy was sunny as always, smiling wide and looked like he might pop from the excitement. So course Rhodes followed along with Charlie who seemed equally as excited in his own way. Interesting?

"It's a surprise, just for you."

"For me?" Rhodes tried sharing a stare with charile to see if he could gain a hint here at all. But nothing. He tried to rack his mind a second to take a guess. Unable to think of any reason for a surpise? A but familiar with the house by now he did notice they were heading towards the music room. Buddy's Dad Bailey was a musician himself. Piano and the violin he believed was what that room housed in it?

Still didn't give him much answer on why they were going there? Rhodes didn't know squat about either of those instruments? Maybe this was some werid bonding moment? Like friends do? An attempt to cheer Rhodes up over everything going on? Well the guestuer was nice but not needed.

Course that wasn't the surpise. "Alright but I gotta get to my-" words dying out ready for an excuse to be givin when his eyes landed on it. A jade green electric guitar. Propped up against the grand piano on the room. It almost nearly matched his own why it took him a second to react to it at all. But Buddy wasted no time to reveal the surpise.

"Ta-Da!" Buddy laughed, "We got you your guitar back!"

"You?" Was all that came out from Rhodes own beak at the time.

"Well...we doubt it's the exact same one your dad sold..."

Of course it wouldn't be, he tried to get it back the day it happened to no avail. The guy at the shop from the receipt he was so kindly given by his step mom, said his stiff was gone. Top teir shit so course it went fast in a pawn shop. But it nearly looked the same!

"But we hope you like it as much..."

"I.." again words just were not forming as they would normally. Left to simply walk into the room and get a closer look. It wasn't the same the excat same but it was the right model and color even. But what stood out most? His name was on it. Which deceeases resell value. He sure putting his name on it was more just to add to the gesture for some reason Rhodes was unable to guess the meaning behind. Moving to pick it up still at a loss for words he slipped the strap over and around his neck and felt over the strings. Taut of course because it was newer and odd tingle of excitement came across his fingers. Recalling the pain and blisters he got from learning. A little quicken pace to his heart as he strummed across the cords.

He forgot how that felt.

"Well, what do you think?"

Rhodes stood quite for a moment. What did he think? for someone not to shy away from stating his thoughts for once he couldn't form a single one. Rhodes deep down loved both his parents he did but some where along the way it was like they both sort of just forget about Rhodes. His dad remarried started a new life. Before encouraged his quest for music. Now? he selling what he loved most and claiming it a waste of time? His mom was better sure but in her time being single it's been about finding who she was and such so much so she barely seems phased by Rhodes lack of interests. Doesn't help he says nothing of course. But Buddy and Charlie? they went out of their way and got him this? Rhodes felt a warmth hit his cheeks. They didn't have too. At best he thought this friendship would last a few months at best. But now? He finds himself chocked up, wiping at his eyes with the sleeve of his shirt.

"Think, it's better than my last one actually Buds and Char." Needing a second before he turned to face them. Smiling softly he had no idea how to even say thank you. As he looked at the pair of them, and lowers his gaze down to the gift. Feeling over it. It felt right. "Thanks really you really didn't have too. You two better be ready to tell me your favorites songs though. Only right the first thing played on this beauty is the favorite songs from my favorite people ever." Sentiment wasn't truly his thing. Suddenly he recalled the tickets. "Ya know, im pretty good on the drums too." He reached into his pocket so to hold the tickets out to the pair of them. "if ya free this weekend that is, was hoping you guys might wanna check it out?"

[void-tiger]

…that moment when you’re quite literally told to Love Yourself, For GOD’S SAKE in front of the class 💀

[gfmima]

category : 米哈游 原神 work title : another woman claims to be his girlfriend?

with a subtle bow of your head, you raise the teacup to your awaiting lips, a veil of porcelain disguising the laughter that threatened to escape. how absurd… you muse, as you savor a sip of your tea.

far across — two tables away, there sits one of the new acts of lyney and lynette’s show. she was interesting, to say the least. she sings tall tales with intricate detail, weaving major falsehoods about the nature of her relationship with him.

her words describe his love confession, demanding they be together because he couldn’t bear a day without her. she didn’t fail to mention how his sister adores her and refers to her as ‘my future sister-in-law.’

the outlandish narrative lasts with an overt nudge about his frequent visits to her dressing room after every show, which you tune out due to its unsavory implications.

most women would have risen from their seats, confronting her for spewing fantasies about their lover; not you, though. instead, you stay rooted in your place, your curiosity piqued for what else she might spin.

you were engrossed, and if you were to be fully honest, you would’ve readily admit to the guilty pleasure of eavesdropping on the mundane conversations of strangers. your penchant for gossip was shared with your lover, turning it into an unusual pastime. it was a fun exchange of information over cups of coffee or tea, normally ending with one of you left scandalized by what was said. archons, were you excited to tell him about what you overhead…

“do you swear not to say a word about this to another living soul?” her voice hushed to a near whisper, but it still carries to those within earshot.

“of course! right, ladies?” one of the women quips, with the other two chiming in agreement, creating a chorus of “yes!” and “we’ll keep quiet!”

“if you say so…” she takes a deep breath, as if the weight of her revelation was a heavy burden about to be lifted. “lyney and i are dating…” her shoulders then turn slack, exhibiting the instant wave of relief that washes over her.

you couldn’t help it; a snort of amusement passes your lips. it earned you a few disapproving glances from the nearby patrons, chastising your lack of propriety in a public setting.

she embarks on an exhausting tangent, yakking on the long months she had to weather before she could have confided in her dear friends about her supposed private affair.

she emphasized how lyney insisted on maintaining it under wraps for over a year — eh, wrong! the twins met her for the first time five months ago — out of his desire to protect her from the clutches of obsessed fans and admirers.

the longer she spoke, the closer her stories cross into more ridiculous territory. at one point, she spun a yarn about his grandiose profession of love for their anniversary, including dedicating an entire routine inspired by her.

however, what left you scratching your head was the lack of skepticism from her friends. a quick read of her body language would’ve shone a light at her deception. it had you questioning whether you had somehow gone mad or if they were genuinely as dim-witted as they seemed.

“i knew it! no wonder you’ve been smiling a lot  lately!”

“ah, i’m so jealous~! sigh, he’s such a handsome man.”

“so romantic… i wish that was me!”

assessing the present circumstances, one might figure you would now reveal all of her lies. you didn’t. rather, you found yourself more inclined to watch and observe how this fiasco will play out.

you trust lyney, enough to know he loves you and wouldn’t pursue another woman behind your back, especially a woman he and his sister worked with. it allowed you to cast aside your initial worries about her and her interest in him. regardless of your opinion, she did her job well, even though you secretly wished she wasn’t so uncomfortably obsessed with him — a notion she made no effort to hide.

clearly, given what you were witnessing.

“oh, look, ladies! here he comes!” one of their voices pierces the air, overtly eager to see the ‘happy couple’ they were led to believe. conversely, lyney’s self-proclaimed lover appears to be positively distraught.

the man in question enters cafe lucerne, his gaze firmly laid on you. he shows little to no mind towards the group of women who shadow his every move. he walks by and greets you with a kiss on the cheek, taking the vacant chair in front of you.

“and how was your day, ma belle?” he removes his hat then runs his fingers through his hair — a simple gesture that left you swooning.

his charming demeanor momentarily distracts you from the comedic disaster unfolding in the background.

it was a tumultuous stir of “huh… who’s that?” and “gasp, is he cheating on you?” while the two of you converse in mindless chatter. one second, he was recounting his chores for the day; and the next, three indignant women loom over him whereas the source of this mayhem cowers in the back.

“ugh, the audacity to have a mistress and meet her in broad daylight! you have no shame!”

he glances from you to them, genuine bewilderment etched upon his face. “i beg your pardon?”

“oh, don’t play dumb! you know exactly what you’re doing!” another of the women upturns her nose at him.

witnessing the heated back-and-forth, it was remarkable to find that even arouet was invested in the drama.

it transforms into a three-versus-one impasse, but you were impressed by how gracefully he navigated through their baseless accusations. the culmination of the situation came when recognized his ‘lover’ and didn’t hesitate to call her by name, pressing answers for the lies she’d been spreading to her friends.

“i think you’ve all been misled, the only woman i’m seeing is this lovely one right here.” he turns then directs the gentlest of smiles at you.

unable to resist the itch, you finally laugh at the sudden turn of events. karma was indeed on the prowl, and to be a bystander for the incoming argument after she made a fool out of her friends, just to feed her delusion, was gratifying… for one of you, at least.

“care to tell me what just happened?” lyney tuts, his fingers extending across the table to grasp your hand in his, urging to draw your focus on him.

“later,” you mutter, absorbed by the evolving spectacle. it’s obvious you both will spend the whole evening discussing this…

from the very start, you weren’t one to rejoice in having any eyes on you. it was natural your bond with the one and only wanderer flourished discreetly.

this change in your life required no announcement. it wasn’t information that demanded broadcasting to the world; it could exist on its own if someone were to ask, you’d directly confirm the status of your relationship. otherwise, you find it irrelevant to insert this in areas where it held no relevance.

in the comfort of your solitude, you thrive, cocooned from nosy onlookers. your happiness, his happiness — these two were what truly mattered to you.

as time flowed by, your connection deepened, evolving into a union that grew stronger with each passing moment you shared. it was a sensation both of you held dear, a genuine and keen emotion that, if you dare to admit, could be called ‘love.’

of course, you weren’t ignorant to assume that your journey would be obstacle-free. beyond his undeniable intellect and esteemed role as the assistant and confidant of the dendro archon, he also began to draw attention for his otherworldly beauty.

you were aware that you might coming across his admirers one day. after all, you weren’t oblivious to the wistful glances sent his way by other women, nor the coy attempts at flirtation. still, you hadn’t taken into account the unusual lengths some individuals would go to win even a sliver of his time and attention.

it was painful to watch their efforts be met with a scoff or a withering frown. on a good day, they might receive nothing more than a mocking, “what do you want now?” from him.

on a sun-drenched afternoon, you find yourself perched on the steps leading to the sanctuary of surasthana whilst you await his return from his meeting with lesser lord kusanali.

yet, the tranquility of the sacred place was soon interrupted by an unexpected revelation — you weren’t alone. a trio of researchers positioned themselves near the entrance, their presence blends into the revered location, evoking no more notice than the everyday sights that surround you.

the sunlight dances upon your skin as you, absentmindedly, fiddle with your bracelet, a habit that had taken root over the years. the food container you had brought stays on your lap, and you can feel its warmth gradually dissipate. a frown on your face as you whisper a plea that he arrives before the snacks you prepared grew cold.

your gaze strays and locks onto one of the women standing nearby. suspicion dripped from her eyes, it lingers far longer than you liked. at first, you considered it a peculiar coincidence — perhaps she mistook you for someone else she knew?

unable to contain her curiosity, she approaches you with an air of authority, disregarding her friends’ endeavors to stop her from creating a scene.

“state your business,” she dictates, her tone icy.

you stand unwavering, refusing to yield an inch in the face of her bid to intimidate you. “if you must know, i’m here for wanderer.”

your words invoke a profound reaction within her, it coursed through her like an attack. “well, save your breath and don’t waste your time bothering him.”

“why not? who even are you to tell me what i should do and shouldn’t do?” your cadence steady and colder than hers, a testament to the time you spent with your dear wanderer — it seems to be paying off.

you expected her to either insult you or begin a monologue about her superiority as a researcher, but her reply took you by surprise.

“i’m his lover, duh! i don’t appreciate you flirting with him.” then, in a single motion, she confiscates the container from your grasp.

glances were exchanged amongst her peers, who advance to mediate the interaction. one of them pulls her away and positions himself between you. “i’m sorry for her behavior, miss. her sleep deprivation has her spouting nonsense.”

“i am not! there are clear signs he feels the same way. we’re dating; he’s just very reserved about his emotions.”

before it can escalate further, a familiar voice slices through the tension like a blade. “where have you been?” he chides, as he descends the steps.

beneath his hat, you spy the glaring discontent he directs at these strangers for taking your time away from him.

when your eyes locks, his gaze softens. the sour expression dissolves and was replaced by a flicker of warmth. you offer a reassuring smile in his direction, a gesture that noticeably eases his mind.

he was a stride away from you when she, flaunting a smirk, stops in front of him. you lay a hand over your lips to quash your laughter after spotting the look of disgust he tosses at her.

“wanderer, honey!” she tries to touch his arm but fails when he sidesteps her. “don’t worry, i already handled this pest to lessen the burden for y—”

“who are you?” he sneers, and the haughty look on her face instantly disappears. she attempts to stutter a response, an effort to remind her title as his lover, but his menacing gaze he wore silences her.

“moreso, who are you to advise my wife what to do?”

eh? his wife?

“your wife?!” her friends turn pale, realization dawning upon them. they shiver at the thought of unintentionally crossing him, all thanks to her behavior.

“i-i just thought…”

“well, you thought wrong; know your place.” in a last display of irritation, he shoots them a cutting glare. then, he seizes the food container from her grip, his fingers then intertwine with yours as he guides you away from them.

as you walk away hand-in-hand, you cast a quick glance at her and stick your tongue out to mock her.

“i saw that,” he snickers and tugs you along, nearly causing you to stumble, “and you say i’m mean.”

“don’t get all smart, you called me your wife earlier.”

“shut up! it was meant to end the conversation early.”

[idolsummons]

They'd barely set foot in Kouta's room when Kazuhiko had set upon him again, Kouta's back against the wall and Kazuhiko's lips pressed against his. He was not surprised by this outcome, but perhaps a little so by how eager the other man seemed to be. At least now there was no need to hold back, at least insofar as there was no risk of prying eyes. Kouta's hands came to Kazuhiko's hips, grip gentle on either side, pulling him closer, just shy of touching one another. Though their lips remained together, his eyes closed as he took in the sensation of Kazuhiko's soft lips, the way they moved together, it was entirely possible this was all he wanted; perhaps Kazuhiko would not be seeking the escape in intimacy which Kouta did, and he would respect as such.

He couldn't deny that his heartbeat had fluctuated when the singer entwined their fingers. The feeling was so subtle but so sweet, like the initial surprise of a butterfly landing upon your shoulder being replaced by awe and appreciation that you had been chosen. Even if he has had a drink or two, the breeze must have cleared his mind so much that he was paying so much attention to these little gestures from Kanda-san, or how they made him feel.

"I'm kidnapping you, then," Kazuhiko announced with an easy smile. He was sure he had spotted the desire in Kanda's eyes, mellow and enticing like a drop of caramel in that gentle gaze. They could also settle for the joke that they were kidnapping each other from an event that had ceased to entertain them.

Kazuhiko wouldn't have paid much attention to the interior if Kanda-san had not brought it up. It was a gorgeous place with high ceilings, expensive furnishings, and an overall elegant atmosphere.

"It looks pretty five star to me..." but from the way he had leaned closer to him, it was pretty clear that hotel evaluations were far from his mind. He took a step to gently press them against the nearest wall, brushing a kiss upon his mouth to refresh their memories on why they had come here.