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Ruaridh couldn't ignore it, even if they tried.

An incessant thumping lulled them out from slumber, a repetitive, painful hang against their head like a hammer. The source came from right above them, as usual. Having two heartbeats around them got annoying with time, but they were able to repress their instincts, and from then they had thought that it wouldn't bother them anymore. But, alas, they were wrong.

Being in the dark made it all the more worse. Able to focus on nothing but the heartbeat of their new friend — or, at least, that's what Ruaridh assumed; they couldn't be certain whether he or their saviour were friends or foes just yet — made it all the more difficult to repress the thought of shutting it up themself. And they couldn't hold it back for long.

On one hand, they knew it'd be a bad decision to even move a muscle; they begged their body to remain still, pressing their pillow firmly against their ear in the hopes the noise will subdue. But on the other, Derwyn's words echoed in their mind: "If you hear something you don't like, you get rid of it. Understood?"

And Ruaridh did understand, they really did. They knew for a fact that this noise irritated them, and they didn't like it — fuck, they hated it. It was like a constant headache, and Ruaridh would do anything to relieve the pain.

So they made up their mind. Their body felt like it was on autopilot; they couldn't exactly control their movements, only able to observe what little they could see in the dark. Snaking out of bed, perching up on the railing of the top bunk and lowering their head so their horns don't bang into the ceiling.

There he was; they didn't remember his name, but from what little conversation they could recall their saviour introducing them to him, his name began with a "D". He looked so oblivious peaceful, pristine wings sprawled out over the railing of the bed, hanging down the ladder as he slept. Tired eyes closed and relaxed, loosely clutching some sort of creature in his arms. It looked to be some sort of duck? It was unnaturally big, and fluffy, and it wasn't moving or breathing, and had no heartbeat. Why would he sleep with a big, dead duck in his arms?

They cleared the thought from their mind, a clawed hand reaching out to turn him over onto his back as carefully as possible. There were no signs of him waking up, so Ruaridh proceeded.

They couldn't help but feel bad at the prospect of ruining the lovely jumper he wore; it looked extremely comfortable. But they couldn't stop themself from snaking one hand around his neck to hold him down, the other pressing right over his heart and digging and digging and sinking their claws into—

A scream knocked them out of whatever state they were in, and they drew back and slipped from the railing, landing on their back with a loud thump. Beads of blood coated their claws, and his new friend — and what would've been their meal if he were to stay asleep, no doubt — shot up in bed.

"What the fuck?!"

Ruaridh stammered for words, but none would come out; they wanted to apologize, to plead that they didn't mean to, that they couldn't control themself and that they were so, so fucking sorry. But it seemed as though he wasn't keen on listening, as when they tried to come closer, he shielded his wounded body with his wings, a frightened yelp sounding in the darkness.

"Don't— Don't fucking touch me—"

And sure, this was probably said in the heat of the moment — their friend was, most likely, distressed and in pain, and he had every right to not want them close to him — but Ruaridh suppressed a flinch, lowering themself from the ladder again.

They tried to explain themself. "I'm sorry, I really am, I just didn't— I forgot that you weren't—"

But Ruaridh paused, hearing the faint sound of footsteps thumping down the winding staircase they'd been led down with the promise of a warm meal and a bath not even a day ago.

Thump, thump, thump, thump.

Ruaridh knew hiding in the bathroom would just be stalling the inevitable, but they couldn't stop themself from dashing into that small, sterile room.

(TLLR and any other character mentioned belongs to @whumpy-wyrms!! only Ruaridh is mine ;3)

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connieslover · 6 months

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𝙞 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬 𝙞'𝙫𝙚 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙙 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙢 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙧𝙩

⋆｡𖦹°‧★ ࿐ a shy cellist finds himself falling in love with a mysterious girl who visits him every afternoon (part one).

𝘮𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘦𝘤𝘩𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘦, 𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘭 𝘪 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯

☆ princess!oc x cellist!anton

☆ fluff, royal au

(suggested listening: laufey, what falling in love feels like)

the tall brunette hummed quietly as his long fingers grazed against the guitars on display. chatters and sounds of clinking glasses filled the store.

anton worked as a server, as well as an occasional performer at the town's bar and instrument shop. wanting to support his family and his younger brother, he gladly accepted the job offer when the owner found out that he had a knack for playing the cello.

noticing that one of the guitars was dusty, he pulled out a handkerchief from his pocket, held the neck of the guitar, and slid the handkerchief across the frets, removing the dust.

as he did so, he felt the weight of someone bump into his back, causing him to stumble on his feet.

"oh my god im so sorry!" a girl stood before him, her hands gripping the beige fabric of her dress. she wore a beige-colored dress with long sleeves as well as a brown hood that sat on her shoulders. she had brown hair that was tied into one long braid. her round eyes met anton's and for a second, he felt like the air was knocked out of his lungs. he had never seen such a beautiful person. he couldn't even call her beautiful for it felt like the word was undeserving for her.

anton blinked, bringing himself back to reality, "oh no it's alright,"

his voice was quiet and soft like velvet. anton quickly averted his gaze from the girl, stuffing his handkerchief from his pocket.

"do you work here?" she asked the boy.

anton nodded his head and for some reason, he couldn't find the courage to meet her eyes. was he even deserving to look at someone as beautiful as her?

"i've always wanted to visit here. there's such an array of instruments. if i could, i'd love to play all of them," she beamed as she looked around the store.

"you can always try out the instruments if you'd like," spoke anton, watching as she walked around the store, curiosity lingering in her eyes.

she turned to face the boy with excited round eyes, "really? i'd love that," she walked towards anton, "by the way, what's your name?"

"anton lee. and yours?" anton sheepishly answered, flattered that she asked for his name.

"akari," replied the girl.

'akari. what a fitting name for such a girl whose presence was radiating with such elegance, light, and beauty,' anton thought himself.

akari's eyes flickered to the clock that was displayed on the wall. her mouth opened slightly before she hurriedly wore the hood back onto her head.

"i have to leave now but i'll come back tomorrow. it was nice meeting you, anton." she smiled at him before she walked out of the store. the way she said his name made his heart flutter. he'd love to hear her say his name again and he was already looking forward to the next day.

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anton was sitting on a chair, resting his chin on the palm of his hand as he stared at the small stage. occasionally, his eyes would flicker to the clock. his feet tapped against the ground feeling slightly impatient and nervous. the sound of the bell from the door rang, diverting his attention to whoever entered the store.

to his pleasure, it was the person that had been on his mind the whole night. akari entered the store with the same hoodie that she wore the previous day. but today, her hair was tied into bun and she wore a brown dress that was the same color as her eyes.

"anton!" she greeted him, her lips curling into a smile.

"hi akira," anton greeted back, standing from his seat and dusting off the invisible dirt from his pants.

"god i couldn't sleep at all last night. i kept thinking about what instrument to play. but after a long thought, i think i'd like to try out the guitar today," akira's hands moved animatedly as she spoke, there was a glistening look of excitement in her eyes.

"do you have any experience of playing an instrument?" curiously asked anton.

akira nodded to his question, "i know how to play the piano. well i was forced to," her voice turned quiet towards the end of the sentence and anton being the attentive person he was, was quick to note it.

"i-i'd love to hear you play," anton bashfully said, making akira grin.

"i'll play for you one day. now let's get a guitar!"

the two sat across each other. on akira's lap was a light brown colored guitar and on anton's lap was a dark brown colored one.

"so...how do you play a chord on this?" asked akira as she strummed the first few strings of the guitar.

"it's fairly easy to play and memorize the chords on a guitar. this chord for instance is a g chord," anton demonstrated by strumming the chord and akira tried to copy his finger placements.

"and this one is a d chord,"

"this is an f chord, it's a bit trickier to play," anton watched as akira's pointer finger stretched out across the fret, the rest of her slim fingers struggling to stay put on the frets.

"here, if you use this finger instead it's easier," anton leaned closer, changing the placements of her fingers. he noticed the difference in the size of their hands, how her fingers were smaller, and how her nails were neatly trimmed.

"i think i got it," exclaimed akira as she strummed the said chord.

"i have a chart for all the guitar chords if you're interested," anton brought up. akira nodded eagerly.

a few short minutes later anton came back with a sheet of paper in his hand. he sat back down in his seat and handed akira the sheet of chords. akira looked at the sheet in her hands.

"did you draw the chord charts yourself?" questioned akira, noticing the smudges of pencil here and there.

"yeah i did," sheepishly answered anton, fiddling with the strings of the guitar.

"that's amazing. your handwriting is super neat. this is going to be so helpful," akira looked up from the sheet, her eyes meeting anton's brown doe eyes, "thank you,"

anton felt the heat rising to his cheeks and he quickly averted her gaze, stammering "it's nothing really,"

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over the next few days, anton spent his afternoon with akira, teaching her how to play the guitar. he enjoyed the time he spent with her, whether it was silently watching her practice, listening to her hum ever so often, or even listening to one of her rambles.

"oh come on anton! you work at an instrument store how do you not know how to play the saxophone?" queried akira, the saxophone in her hands.

"i don't know how to play all the instruments. i wish i did though," anton waved his hands, defending himself.

"just try it at least," akira shoved the saxophone in his hands. he couldn't say no to the desperate look in her eyes.

"fine," he murmured.

anton took a deep breath before he blew into the reed, pressing the keys in hope that something sounded right. anton created the most disharmonic noises possibly known to mankind. it was as if someone jumbled up three songs and hoped for the best.

akira found it amusing, bursting out into laughter. her laugh was just like the rest of her- genuine and sweet. her eyes were crinkled, her teeth showing just slightly. her laughter could brighten up the whole room. and she was laughing all because of him. anton was proud of himself that he was able to evoke such a joyous emotion from her just by playing the wrong keys on the saxophone. he felt slightly embarrassed at the fact that he played so terribly that she found it hilarious but nevertheless, anton found himself smiling, ignoring the flutter of his heart and how the tips of his ears were reddening.

"actually, never mind. never play the saxophone again," akira said in between laughter as she held her stomach.

"come on now, i don't think i was that bad," joked anton, putting the saxophone back in its place.

"well, if you never practice and learn, you'll definitely become a world class saxophonist," teased akira, her cheeks flushed pink from all the laughter.

"yeah yeah i'd like to see you try to play the saxophone," anton rolled his eyes earning a head shake from the girl.

"no thank you,"

akira glanced at the clock on the wall and let out a gasp. she hurriedly packed her belongings into the small pouch she always brought with her.

"oh god i'm gonna be late. i have to go anton," she worried, wearing her hood.

"i'll see you tomorrow?" anton asked, tilting his head slightly with his hands in his pocket.

akira smiled and nodded her head, bidding goodbye to the boy.

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the next day, akira didn't come.

she wasn't there the day after that as well.

anton ran his fingers through his hair as he checked the clock on the wall for what seemed like the hundredth time of the day. many thoughts ran through his head throughout the day.

what if she got into trouble? what if she found another store to go to? what if she got bored of him? what if she moved to a different city? did i do something wrong?

akira was a mysterious girl. anton always wondered why she had such a specific curfew and why she always had a hood on her. not once had he seen her without one. there was something odd about her that he couldn't place his finger on.

aside from the many questions anton had about akira, he also wondered why he felt distraught that she didn't visit him.

his eyes glazed over the bar, watching as people clink their glasses together and chatter amongst themselves.

"why do you keep staring at the time?" anton's head snapped to the person beside him, startled.

"it's nothing sohee...." he sighed, adjusting the black tie around his collar.

his older friend sohee raised a brow at him, crossing his arms he asked, "are you looking for someone? perhaps the girl whose been visiting you these past few days?"

a bashful look overtook anton's face and he cleared his throat, "w-what are you talking about?"

sohee rolled his eyes and placed his hand on the taller boy's shoulder, "oh anton you know exactly what girl i've been talking about. some of the other workers have mentioned her. how is she like? is she pretty? is she nice?"

"she's the most amazing person ever. she has this aura that's just so... alluring. i don't know how to describe her. i can't find the right words to," anton breathed, her smiling face appearing in his mind.

"sounds like my friend is in love," sohee cooed with a teasing grin.

"in love? what? no no she's just my friend," denied anton shaking his head.

"i don't know who would describe their friend as 'the most amazing person ever'," retorted sohee, "you literally have heart eyes right now,"

anton bit his lip, trying to deny the fact that he was falling in love with a girl he'd just met over a week ago.

"i have to meet her! if she comes again you better introduce me to her," sohee chirped before he scurried elsewhere to serve a customer.

"anton, you're up in five."

anton let out a sigh and made his way to the side of the stage where his cello was waiting for him. once the previous performer had finished performing their song, anton made his way to the stage. the sleeves of the work blouse he wore was rolled up to his elbows, his firm veins on display.

the crowd cheered for anton as he introduced himself. he didn't perform every night, only once every few days or maybe once a week. he was a bit shy and he hated being in the limelight for too long but performing for the bar was good money so he couldn't really complain.

anton took in a deep breath before he started playing the new piece he learned. he pressed against the strings of the cello, using his bow to express all the notes. he played the cello beautifully like it was an extension of himself. as he closed his eyes, immersing himself in the music he wished that akira was here.

the crowd applauded loudly for anton once he was finished. whoops, claps, and cheers were heard around the room as he fluttered his eyes open. to his surprise, his eyes were met with a familiar pair.

it was fairly dark but he could see the faint silhouette of a hooded girl at the back of the crowd. her brown eyes were glued onto him and he couldn't tell if it was the lights but her eyes were sparkling, almost teary-eyed. anton's heart raced, and he had to blink twice to make sure that he wasn't seeing things.

anton rushed to take a bow and pack his cello back into his case. he squirmed through the crowd, muttering small thanks to the people who complimented his performance. all he could think about was akira.

and there she was, standing in the corner of the bar wearing a silky long white nightgown. like the first time he saw her, her hair was tied into a long braid that laid over her shoulder.

"akira," he breathed, the grip on his strap tightened. he noticed the look in her eyes, how it was a contortion of gloom and something else.

"you play the cello so beautifully. i never knew that you could play," admired akira.

the corners of anton's lips curved into a small smile, "thank you akira. and you never really asked,"

akira giggled quietly before the two of them were engulfed in silence. in the background was the next performer playing the violin.

"why didn't you come the other day?" anton broke the silence. akira looked away with a troubled gaze which only made anton worry more.

"my parents found out that i've been sneaking out. and since then, it was harder for me to find a way and time to sneak out. i'm really sorry for not coming," explained akira as she fiddled with the strings of her hood.

"hey, it's alright. but you shouldn't be sneaking out. i'd hate for you to get into more trouble," anton remarked as he leaned against the wall beside akira, glancing at her worriedly.

akira bit her lip, "it's hard not to when this is the only freedom i have. visiting you...this place is the only place where i can feel like i can truly be myself. where i don't have to worry so much about my future, who i am, who i want to be, and what to do. it's like my little getaway,"

"you don't have to worry about anything when you're here. you're always welcome here," comforted anton, bumping his shoulder with hers. akira looked distressed and anton could see it. he noticed the foreign expression displayed on her face and the furrowed brows and forwn did not go unnoticed by him. akira finally smiled, having to tilt her head slightly to look up at him which made his stomach swirl.

"if you'd like you can come here anytime you're able to," suggested anton ignoring the subtle flutter of his heart.

akira's eyes rounded, batting her long lashes like an excited dog she asked, "really? is that possible?"

"well i'm sure the owner wouldn't mind if i let you in the shop during closing hours," anton rubbed the nape of his neck praying that the owner would be fine with the idea.

"would after midnight be fine? i won't be able to go out during broad daylight," asked akira.

"it should be fine. i'll ask the owner for you,"

"thank you so much anton!" beamed akira, feeling giddy. anton smiled to himself, delighted that she looked happy.

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"the store looks so much different now that it's midnight," hummed akira as she walked around the store. the only light was from the streetlights outside the bar as well as the moonlight that seeped through the windows. what once was a bar filled with loud conversations shared amongst strangers and loud music was gone.

akira made her way to the piano, sitting on the leathered piano bench.

"is it alright if i play the piano?" asked akira.

"of course you can. i'd be delighted to hear you play," answered anton, sitting in the empty space beside her. the piano bench was just big enough for the two of them to sit. they were close enough that their shoulders brushed against each other.

akira's fingers grazed against the keyboards, feeling the familiar hard and cold keys under her fingers. she gracefully pressed the keys, stepping onto the pedals with her flats. a euphonious sound filled the room.

there was something about the way her face was illuminated by the moonlight, the way her eyes closed at certain parts of the song, the way her brown hair framed her face, and the way she turned to look at him with stars in her eyes that he'd count that made him realize,

fuck, he was in love.

roses began to creep beneath anton's cheeks when akira shyly adverted his eyes. they were so close that anton could smell the light scent of the perfume she wore. she smelled clean, like lilacs and vanilla. the fluttering in his chest grew louder, ringing in his ears. he was afraid that akira could hear his racing heartbeat.

akira tucked the strands of her hair behind her ears as she grinned at anton. 'has he always been this handsome?' she thought to herself. she had never realized how gorgeous he was now that they were close. his dark hair fell over his rounded eyes that were looking at her like she was the moon. he had a nose gifted by the gods, heck his whole face was carefully hand-sculpted by angels. his pink lips were curved into a small smile. a crimson adorned her face as she realized that she was staring at him for a bit too long. she diverted her attention to the keyboard in front of her, an unfamiliar feeling taking over her.

"you're amazing," gushed anton, "i-i mean your piano! when you play the piano...it's gorgeous," stuttered anton, earning a chuckle from the girl.

"thank you. we should play together, as a duet one day," suggested akira, tapping her fingers against the keys.

"i'd love to play with you," admitted anton, loving the suggestion.

silence fell over the two teenagers before akira turned to face the boy.

"hey anton...there's something i need to tell you,"

"what is it?" asked anton, suddenly feeling nervous.

"i..." akira paused for a moment, a faltering gaze in her eyes before she looked away from anton, "actually it's nothing. nevermind,"

"you can tell me anything," anton placed his larger hands over akira's, surprising himself with the bold action.

akira forced a smile, "maybe it's not the right time yet. but i'll tell you, soon."

the next night, akira didn't show.

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