What if-
Mizuki walked Aymeric through the well decorated halls. Aymeric stopped at the corner where a stone archway stood, with a red backdrop. "It's a picture opportunity." Mizuki explained "The Great Gourd really knows how to decorate,"
Aymeric squeezed her hand as she tried to walk on "So we could..also get a picture?" he asked shyly.
Mizuki smiled bright "of course! I just..I didn't think you would want to-" Aymeric followed Mizuki into the little booth and a small ghost floated past. "So now we pose. The ghost will - well I'm not overly sure how this all works but our picture will be ready when we leave."
"So fast!"
They posed and the ghost twirled and nodding at them before vanishing.
"that was fast-"
"Very efficient." Mizuki chuckled and taking Aymeric's hand again, guided him to the room she was desperate to show him.
The room had the biggest pumpkins in the manor. "Aren't they grand?" she asked,
"they are."
Mizuki stopped in front of them and turned to Aymeric with a nervous smile "could you crouch a moment.." she asked, Aymeric complied. Mizuki cupped his face gently and kissed him softly.
Both of them flushed red, they were married now but public displays of affection caught them off guard. "You are so beautiful." she sighed as they parted.
"You stole the words from my lips and the air from my lungs." Aymeric retorted with a smile across his face. They kissed again, savouring the bliss and uninterrupted moment.
"Thank you for coming with me." Mizuki smiled "I know you're busy-"
"Never too busy to spent time with my beloved wife." he replied, kissing her horn fondly. They enjoyed the festivities the manor had to offer before heading back down to the lobby.
They were gifted not one but two pictures. The second made Mizuki want to perish. The little ghost in charge of pictures had spotted an opportune moment in front of the big pumpkins: Mizuki and Aymeric looking longingly into each other's eyes.
Aymeric albeit flustered was overjoyed "I shall have this framed..I have just the spot on my desk-"
"Your desk?!" Mizuki shrieked in panic.
Aymeric frowned "yes, you are quite right.. but I shall need a larger version of it to frame on our wall." he nodded and went to go seek one of the helpers. Mizuki was hot on his heels "Aymeric, no!"
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Extra Practice
Hahaha this has existed in my drafts for so long :) Anyway, you want some more Lunar Phantom? You can have some more Lunar Phantom, as a little treat <3
Sun Centric, 1.6k words <3
Early morning. The theatre was quiet. Sun had just finished mopping backstage. He turned to roll the mop bucket back to the cleaning closet. The morning had only just begun, and he was looking forward to having some time to practice his own music before the troupe started arriving.
All of his ease was shattered when the door to the backstage opened. Of course someone would come in early to practice. Just what he needed after Moon's behavior all night. He'd been so weird and avoidant. Sun could tell he was up to something, but what?
As Sun turned to the door to warn the new arrival of the wet floor, he froze.
You.
You were standing in the doorway, looking at Sun with wide eyes.
"Hi," you said quietly.
"...Hello," Sun couldn't stop himself. He smiled at you. "I'm afraid the floor is wet right now. I just mopped."
"They make you clean, too?"
Warm laughter bubbled out of the whimsically designed animatronic. And oh, the laugh. So hearty and free. His eyes shined bright and he shook his head. The rays around his face began to spin.
"It's my job to make sure tge theater is in tip top shape, yes," he chuckled, "I thank you for your concern, but I'm not bothered by it! Really."
Sun could see the skepticism in your eyes, but you relented all the same.
"Well, alright. It's nice to finally meet you, anyway." You offered him your name. He nodded eagerly.
"Yes, the shining star of the show! I understand, you've been busy busy busy as a bee with rehearsals." He clasped his hands together and gave an Oscar worthy sigh.
"And goodness, the rehearsals! Your voice is like a dream," he grinned at you. Your face suddenly felt warm.
"Oh. Thank you," you smiled, "um... could I know your name?" The use of the words shining star wasn't lost on you. Was it possible the pianist here knew Moon?
"Where are my manners? I'm Sun! A pleasure." He pressed a hand to his chest and dipped into a bow. You couldn't help but grin at his antics. It was like he was made for the stage.
"Sun," you nodded, "well, I was coming in to practice, but if the floor is wet..."
"Ah," Sun nodded, "the floor should be dry in just a few minutes, if you don't mind waiting. I'm sure I can hold your attention." He did a little twirl, as if showing himself off. His rays picked up pace when he heard your laugh.
"That sounds lovely," you leaned in the doorway, crossing your arms. "You're a great pianist, by the way. I don't think I've ever seen you turn the pages for your sheet music."
"My, my, attractive and observant!" Sun put his hands on his hips, "I may have met my match! No, I don't need the sheet music. It's just there for show. Although I will read a piece the first time to memorize it, usually I prefer to play by ear." He hummed, "well, by auditory processor."
"That's amazing."
Sun bounced, watching your smile brighten. The way your eyes shone under the stage lights. He wondered if you knew just how stunning you were.
"Well!" Sun laughed, rubbing the back of his head, "thank you! What kind of musician would I be if I couldn't play well enough for our shining star?"
Once again, you felt your face growing warm. You looked off to the side, nodding absently.
"You're doing a great job," you fidgeted, smiling more to yourself.
"I think the floor's dry enough now," Sun strolled back over to the piano. You couldn't help but notice how long his legs were. They were clothed in fitted red trousers. Brilliant gold pinstripes would occasionally catch the light as he moved. He was so tall. It was easy to imagine him dancing, with such long, graceful limbs.
Without really thinking about it, you were following him. When he sat at the piano and poise his fingers over the keys, you felt your heart skip.
For the briefest moment, you were in the dark again. Watching Moon's fingers glide over the keys. Listening to a melody composed from his deepest agonies.
Sun looked back up at you, smiling. He had set of mismatched eyes, one brilliant blue and one gleaming gold. There was an artistic curl at the top of his right eye, something that added a bit of flair to his design. Delicate swirls set into his round and rosy cheeks.
"Was there something you wanted?" He turned to better face you, crossing his legs as he relaxed on the piano bench. As his legs moved, the pinstripes on his trousers once again caught the light.
"Sorry," you looked off to the side. What had gotten into you? You cleared your throat.
"Oh no, I'm not offended," Sun propped his chin in his hand. "I like the attention." Was it hot in here? You laughed a little.
"Right, well... I should start practicing. Would you..." You looked at him.
"I would love to play for you," Sun nodded, "what would you have me play, shining star?"
"How Lovely The Night?" You started for the center of the stage. You were going to get this part down if it killed you.
"As you wish," Sun nodded, turning back to the keys. His fingers poised to play.
"3... 2... " The melody played in.
How lovely, the night...
When our eyes meet at last.
How lovely, the night.
When your hand touches mine.
You didn't need Dave. You could picture each move and turn on your own. The piano's music washed over you and you followed willingly.
How lovely, the night.
When the moon caresses my skin.
How lovely, the night.
When I am with you again.
There's the twirl. Now it's one, two, three, and-
And you mis-stepped again. The mistake was so jarring this time that you actually stumbled over yourself. Your rear hit the hardwood and you groaned. The piano stopped abruptly.
"Are you alright?" Sun rose from the bench, looking at you with concern.
"Nothing's wounded but my pride," you groaned, burying your face in your hand. Sun hesitated, hands fidgeting.
Could he?
"...If you like," he said slowly, "I'm familiar with the choreography. I could walk you through the steps? Having a partner might help." His earlier confidence seemed to wane as he offered himself to you.
Why would ever want-
"That would be nice, actually," you smiled up at him.
"Oh." Sun blinked. The soft whirr of fans filled the silence.
"Oh! Great! ...Great!" He laughed, bending and offering you a hand. When you took it, he pulled you to your feet. His other hand settled on the small of your back, steadying you.
Furious blush spread across your face. Sun grinned, releasing you just as quickly.
"Well, I can't play and dance at the same time," Sun mused, "can you perform without accompaniment?"
"I think I can manage," you nodded.
"Alright. 3... 2..." Sun took up the place that Dave was meant to stand. You returned to your spot on the stage. His warm voice filled the stage, humming the melody he would usually be playing.
How lovely, the night...
When our eyes meet at last.
How lovely, the night.
When your hand touches mine.
You met Sun in the middle of the stage. He took up your hands, smiling down at you. You looked up into his eyes. In this moment, you were supposed to be in love with him.
With Dave, it was always tricky to keep that in mind. But looking up at Sun, you felt a flutter in your stomach.
How lovely, the night.
When the moon caresses my skin.
How lovely, the night.
When I am with you again.
Sun had no trouble leading you, despite the height difference. He twirled you with ease. You were so lost in him, you almost forgot this was just a rehearsal.
Take me in your arms,
Promise to be true.
Guard me from the day,
I give my all to you.
One, two, three...
You did it.
You did it!
Sun led you through the whole song. It was when the song was coming to its finish that you nearly stumbled.
How could you forget?
The scene ends with a kiss.
As Sun's gentle humming came to an end, he bent. His large thumb and finger gripping your chin lightly as he closed in. Eyes half-lidded.
His other hand kept yours, and you squeezed. For the first time in years, you were frozen. You looked up at Sun, lips parted in quiet anticipation.
When the solar animatronic's lips were a breath away from yours, he halted.
"...I think we can stop there," he released your face, straightening back up. Your heart was pounding, mind running wild.
You'd completely forgotten where you were and what you were meant to be doing for a moment.
"R-Right..." You nodded, swallowing your nerves. "Thank you for helping me practice."
Sun nodded, grinning down at you.
"The rest of the troupe won't be here for a while," he hummed, "...would you like to run through the song a few more times?" He grinned at you.
Already, you felt your heart pounding. But you couldn't bring yourself to say 'no'. You wanted to practice. And Sun was a great partner.
Your poor heart threatened to give out from all the excitement.
All the same, you smiled up at him.
"I'd love to," you nodded. Sun's rays resumed their merry spinning.
"Perfect."
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