not that he gets particularly why she needs to "earn" the performance. she's one of the few who have actually asked, and with everything going on in the city lately, it hasn’t been the best time to sit down and do it the way he wants. he isn't composing. he isn't but now that they have malkuth, maybe there’ll be more time to keep the passion alive as he plays through his final days with them. her attention to detail was sorely needed, and especially with a company president who doesn’t bother when it comes to keeping track of all the little things.
he hangs off the edge of the couch with a leg crossed up and over, a hand around the bachi settling neatly against the base of the long instrument.
the soft notes in his heart for the encounters he's had with a certain someone lately spring his fingers to life, takasugi chanting lightly for the rice seedlings that will be planted come autumn, and how they will ripen with the wind and his feelings when he returns home from the capital to his seaside treasure of a village. )
[ it's an enamoring performance as always, to her. bereft of anything but black and white, the only thing necessary for those considered cogs in a grander machine, it... and its player represent the very color elijah had always sought to find, had tried her best to see, even if such splender wasn't meant for her eyes.
the warm, autumnal colors of fall. the gentle pluck of each note like a rice seedling being planted (how are they planted? where? is it like a flower, or something else?). the length of the song almost mimicking the months that pass by, the time spent waiting for stalks to shoot up and plants to fruit, how each week steadily grows his own feelings towards the intended until the time they may reunite (a person? the place?). it makes her own heart ache a little, thinking of how elijah had intended to return too, how to anyone else she'd turned her back on everything and everyone she knew to-- to just abandon it for some cause that couldn't matter, a madwoman who spoke nonsense in the streets.
if she were ever to return, would it feel small? would she still love it despite its flaws? it isn't her home anymore, no more than the library is elijah's, but it still pricks tears at her eyes to think about in this way. the family elijah had, the classmates she'd been apart from, the world that was so much taller than anyone would expect... than anyone could see, head cast down into their books, their ledgers, their newspapers and work.
it's a sweet, lovely song. it leaves her with a tight feeling in her throat, one she swallows as she sits quietly for him to finish -- and once he does, the final notes lingering in the air and her own heart, malkuth wipes at her eyes to discard the wetness that'd swelled. ]
Thanks. [ but it's quieter than she means it to be, clearing her throat softly to raise it a bit. ] I think that was worth a little more than dinner and a rescue, so I'll bring something sweet next time, too. Art shouldn't go underpaid when it moves the heart.
( to say takasugi is shocked by her tears would be putting it lightly.
it's only when he snaps back to reality and is done waxing poetic about the coming changes in foliage, the chirping of insects, and all the yearning for the emotions that come with the season, that he finally opens his light red eyes again and takes notice of it. not that it would be the first time he's seen someone moved to tears by him, those of lower status in the ranks of his kiheitai always striving to meet him and offers gifts for his service in life, the creases of their eyes wet as they bowed to him over and over. he just didn't expect it here, right now, and from his newly discovered manager and accountant over an obligation of song.
it catches him off guard for a moment, takasugi feeling a little sheepish for it. he scratches his cheek. )
I know my performing is a big deal, but if it's going to get you crying, then maybe I should play something a little happier for next time. Here. Let's get you something better to wipe your face with than just a finger.
( and maybe that will help distract her from whatever dispiriting well of emotion it might've lifted in her, if it wasn't just the sound of music moving her alone.
takasugi is here to make things more thrilling, after all, so in times like this especially, he'll do it to the best of his ability. )
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Date: 2025-08-25 05:02 pm (UTC)not that he gets particularly why she needs to "earn" the performance. she's one of the few who have actually asked, and with everything going on in the city lately, it hasn’t been the best time to sit down and do it the way he wants. he isn't composing. he isn't but now that they have malkuth, maybe there’ll be more time to keep the passion alive as he plays through his final days with them. her attention to detail was sorely needed, and especially with a company president who doesn’t bother when it comes to keeping track of all the little things.
he hangs off the edge of the couch with a leg crossed up and over, a hand around the bachi settling neatly against the base of the long instrument.
the soft notes in his heart for the encounters he's had with a certain someone lately spring his fingers to life, takasugi chanting lightly for the rice seedlings that will be planted come autumn, and how they will ripen with the wind and his feelings when he returns home from the capital to his seaside treasure of a village. )
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Date: 2025-08-25 06:02 pm (UTC)the warm, autumnal colors of fall. the gentle pluck of each note like a rice seedling being planted (how are they planted? where? is it like a flower, or something else?). the length of the song almost mimicking the months that pass by, the time spent waiting for stalks to shoot up and plants to fruit, how each week steadily grows his own feelings towards the intended until the time they may reunite (a person? the place?). it makes her own heart ache a little, thinking of how elijah had intended to return too, how to anyone else she'd turned her back on everything and everyone she knew to-- to just abandon it for some cause that couldn't matter, a madwoman who spoke nonsense in the streets.
if she were ever to return, would it feel small? would she still love it despite its flaws? it isn't her home anymore, no more than the library is elijah's, but it still pricks tears at her eyes to think about in this way. the family elijah had, the classmates she'd been apart from, the world that was so much taller than anyone would expect... than anyone could see, head cast down into their books, their ledgers, their newspapers and work.
it's a sweet, lovely song. it leaves her with a tight feeling in her throat, one she swallows as she sits quietly for him to finish -- and once he does, the final notes lingering in the air and her own heart, malkuth wipes at her eyes to discard the wetness that'd swelled. ]
Thanks. [ but it's quieter than she means it to be, clearing her throat softly to raise it a bit. ] I think that was worth a little more than dinner and a rescue, so I'll bring something sweet next time, too. Art shouldn't go underpaid when it moves the heart.
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Date: 2025-08-26 08:35 pm (UTC)it's only when he snaps back to reality and is done waxing poetic about the coming changes in foliage, the chirping of insects, and all the yearning for the emotions that come with the season, that he finally opens his light red eyes again and takes notice of it. not that it would be the first time he's seen someone moved to tears by him, those of lower status in the ranks of his kiheitai always striving to meet him and offers gifts for his service in life, the creases of their eyes wet as they bowed to him over and over. he just didn't expect it here, right now, and from his newly discovered manager and accountant over an obligation of song.
it catches him off guard for a moment, takasugi feeling a little sheepish for it. he scratches his cheek. )
I know my performing is a big deal, but if it's going to get you crying, then maybe I should play something a little happier for next time. Here. Let's get you something better to wipe your face with than just a finger.
( and maybe that will help distract her from whatever dispiriting well of emotion it might've lifted in her, if it wasn't just the sound of music moving her alone.
takasugi is here to make things more thrilling, after all, so in times like this especially, he'll do it to the best of his ability. )