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probably archived / delete soon?

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cxmpositeur‌:

       with his mostly positive response, a smile came to life on her lips. “i composed a new piece…” there was a hint of excitement in her tone as she continued, finally showing him the composition she had been hugging so dearly. “… f-for a—… a f-friend of mine…” pointedly averting his gaze now, she convinced herself that wasn’t exactly far from the truth. even if he didn’t consider her as such, her heart was too weak, too stupid & she’d grown to like —- well, to appreciate him more each day. “… would you give me your opinion on it?” 

       there were things she’d been wanting to say. to do. but it was no secret that she wasn’t the best with words. always stuttering & struggling to speak her mind. but, luckily for the composer, through music haruka found she could pour her emotions & transform them into song. so — even if he wouldn’t understand the hidden words in each note, just making him listen to it was enough to ease her troubled heart for now. “i-i’d like to play it for you.”

A friend? The way she stumbles over the word makes it sound like there is something more to the word than just that, she seems timid to pronounce it, meaning she might be referring to someone more dear to her than just that? Well, he supposes it is natural for a woman of her age to have such a connection... but strange is her request nonetheless, it catches him by surprise. “...My opinion?”  Why would she be wanting to play it to him first? It would make more sense to ask the person it is intended for, or even someone close to that person, what they think of her music. But then, she is right to see that he has good taste, and a keen eye for mistakes or flaws. If perfection is what she strives for, he is one of the better judges for it, he supposes. And -- he does suppose he is curious after her hailed abilities to create music out of nothing. “...Very well. I will give you my honest opinion about your efforts.”

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        “… c-camus-san?” she called him after a deep breath, holding herself a little straighter behind her feeble braveness. it’s weird, she noticed, how despite all the time they’ve spent together — or perhaps because of it — the composer still struggled to face him. but surely it should be the opposite, right? though, she thinks, things had never been exactly regular when it came to him. haruka hugged her music sheets a little bit closer to her heart & took a step forward. “t-there was something… i’d like to show you… are — are you busy?”

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He is always busy, whether he acts like it or not -- not one for disturbances except when its of his own accord -- but he’s, by now, accustomed to the woman’s presence, enough to tolerate her and enough to not be too bothered by her quirks and habits. Still, he takes his time to first finish reading the page of his book, before shutting it with a sigh, and only then deigns himself to answer: “...Speak, then.”

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welcome back they’re all naked

this is outrageous i will not stand for it

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WHAT

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         her face lit up despite a growing fear.

         considering it was camus, she was a little wary about his command ( nicely masked as a form of request ). it did make her very happy to see he wanted to be part of the failed surprise, even if just by judging her from afar, but the idea of him being there to watch… it was also scaring. what if she did something wrong? what if it didn’t look as nice as intended? there were so many things that could happen!! still—- she was too excited about the idea of making something for him ( & with him ) to politely decline. not that he would actually comply, anyway.

         "the batter is ready but i still need to choose the fillings & decorate.“ she ignored her fears for now & walked into the kitchen, moving over to the counter where the ingredients stood. "i got chocolate, strawberries & whipped cream.” the girl stopped, suddenly a bit worried. knowing him & his peculiar love for anything sweet… she had to make sure. haruka peeked at his face, ready to catch any changes in his icy eyes. “is it—… is it enough?”

An ever so slight softening of the mouth, a subtle glimmer in his otherwise cold eyes could betray his excitement for a keen observer, or someone familiar with his behaviour. His gaze lingers on the pile of sugary delight, a hum leaves his throat. Of approval, though it’s up to her to correctly interpret it.

“--There will be powder sugar added as well, I presume.” Less stern his tone is as he draws away from the ingredients, taking place on an empty chair. “--Very well, I shall wait here. These kinds of refreshments are best enjoyed while still hot.” It does not occur to him to suggest helping setting the table ( for two, he would be that considerate ), it is always done by servants for him. And while it is not so that he had proposed the girl behave as one -- it seems as if, to keep herself busy, she somewhat naturally ended up doing such tasks. If he scolded her for that before, he no longer does it now.

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Your eyes have the calm and good light, the good light of the blossoming world,

Antonio Machado, tr. by Robert Bly, Selections; “If I Were a Poet of Love,” (via violentwavesofemotion)

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          she sighed in response, half frustrated & half relieved, & a small pout formed on her lips. at least he didn’t seem to be in such a foul mood today, but—- still, why was she getting scolded all of a sudden? “it isn’t ready yet…” you didn’t let me, is what she wishes to say but the composer knows better than to try her luck. rushing to catch up, haruka then lead him to the kitchen, slightly turning to face him once they reached the entrance. a newly acquired nervousness causing her fingers to fiddle with the hem of her skirt as she cautiously meets his eyes. “… you like crepes, right, camus-san?”

The sigh is noted, but not worth commenting on. The girl is still too sensitive; and he too callous to bother to humour her with a gentler demeanour. Besides, she would know all to well that it is a farce. In a way, she’s privileged to know this truer, harsher side of his. He pauses at the threshold of the kitchen, again noting her skittish behaviour.

“I do not dislike them.” His tone even, betraying no like or dislike, but Camus has to withhold a softer curving of his lips; the girl is no bad cook, and anything she makes she does with diligence and devotion, traits he cannot find a fault in. “--You did not finish, you said? Allow me to observe as you continue, then.” This can almost be translated as ‘let me help’, but that is not how he chooses to word it.

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          “n-nothing!!” was he that distrustful or was she just a very bad liar? “i—- i-i’m just surprised to see you back already…”

Both, would be the answer if she’d asked that aloud. But she hadn’t, so instead he simple peers into her eyes, unflinching, and draws his own conclusions. “Lies.” He retorts sternly, though he relaxes somewhat. The girl has no malicious bone in her body, if she has something to hide, it is not to harm him. “--You should learn to shield your thoughts better. Your face--” A short nod in her direction, “--is like an open book. Your voice, your eyes, your gestures.” He sighs, and walks past her, but then speaks: “Show me what it is you were preparing, then.”

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who are you

your employer

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cxmpositeur‌:

          “ah— camus-san! i-i did not expect you’d be back so soon…”

“Why do you wear that frightened look on your face?” His brow aches. Has she been wandering in places she shouldn’t have? “What were you doing? Speak.”

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cadcnce‌:

This is anything from his first foray into close quarters combat. From a young age other people under the employ of the gangster that pulled Wylan’s string had tested him, poking at his anger, slapping at his hands, beating at his arms and disarming him. Camus is far from what they were capable of. But so too is Wylan now.

The bullet discharged from the chamber whizzes past the other’s neck, perhaps cutting a few errant strands (should such things exist) on their head. A moment sooner and you can only imagine what the result would have been. The frustration and reaction Wylan feels doesn’t show on his features, the same dry expression of focus and morbid intent persisting as he follows through with the attack. Free hand draws a knife from his waist, twisting and swinging upwards towards the throat.

That too, ends up being caught by his employer, and it’s only then that Wylan relents in what had been very much a killing intent. Tensed and coiled muscles relax, and even his eyes lose that incredibly rare fire that had just been scorching behind dark emerald hues.

“….same to you. So now what?”

“You’re still hired.” He states drily, dusting off his shoulder -- his brow raises slightly as he notices the few loose strands on it -- irked, one might say, if the minuscule twitch is noticed at all. He takes good care of his hair. A perfectionist in all fields, even something minor as a few uneven cut strands of hair are enough to bother him -- he will make an appointment with a hairdresser as soon as he can.

Maybe that’s why he doesn’t answer Wylan’s question directly. He still needs to test the man’s wit too, after all. Camus isn’t one to work with partners. If Wylan is too foolish, he will want to get rid of him. If he’s too sharp, Camus will feel uneasy, uncertain in his steps, because no matter how clever someone is; he cannot trust anyone. The more intelligent one is, the more of an asset he is; the more of a danger he poses.

He suspects Wylan Rechtur -- or whatever the man’s true name is -- will be... a significant threat.

“Surely you’re clever enough to deduce some things by yourself -- so, attempt to reconstruct the facts on your own. I will fill in the blanks where appropriate.” And leave out what he can, too, of course.

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“--Hmpf.” @cxmpositeur

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