encrede wrote:
tate waited nervously for klavier's response. unable to make eye contact with the man, tate's eyes wandered once again back to klavier's hands. long, slender fingers—straight, like piano keys. tate wondered how those fingers would look, flying over a piano, creating musical beauty that would surely match his outside. when klavier finally started to speak, tate couldn't help but look up at him.
tate watched as klavier's face slowly sank into some kind of worried confusion as he spoke—his slim eyebrows furrowed and blue eyes sparkling with a tentative fear. tate's gaze wandered to the mans shiny hair; it was as bright golden as the inside of the freshest potato, and he was sure that if he touched it it would be smooth, silky, and perfect for twirling around his finger while he—
"...everything went dark."
tate was pulled out of his thoughts by the sudden silence after klavier finished speaking. he looked into his eyes while processing what he said. klavier truly didn't remember anything. he... didn't know. the thrown tate must've hit klavier with such power that he had now lost his memory of the incident. tate gulped and looked down. until today, tate power had been a force of good—something tate proudly showed off—but now... tate had thrown his last potato. the only way to protect people—klavier—from future harm, was to never again let loose the true tate power. swallowing hard, determined to be a good, honest man no matter if it caused his the loss of someone he so quickly had grown deeply attached to, tate looked straight into the other mans eyes.
klavier's eyebrows rose, softly, and he blinked in surprised confusion at tate, dark eyelashes batting like butterflies on his rosy cheeks. tate spoke.
"herr gavin. klavier... i need to tell you something..."