i've got no strings. | recolle sample

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[ nazuna's nightmare's aren't all that abnormal, at least for him. he frequently has sketchy dreams about various, terrifying images, but this is the first time that his dream has been so clear.

nazuna's in front of a stage. the audience is full, glimmering with red and gold light sticks, and the crowd seems to be hanging on the very edge of their seats for what is going to be a spectacular performance of some kind. they're cheering and shouting for someone, and when the curtain comes up, there's nazuna.

his hair is a little longer, the blonde locks reaching his shoulders and delicately curled; there's a black headband pressed lovingly into his hair. the entire outfit nazuna has on does, really, suit him--it's delicate and lacy, and whatever stage makeup he has on his face gives him the appearance of a perfectly angelic doll.

there's something strange about it, though. at his wrist, his elbows, his shoulders, his head, his ankles and knees--there are strings, softly glimmering gold in the light of the stage. they lead up to the catwalk above the stage, where a mysterious, shadowy hand snaps its fingers, and beautiful orchestra music begins to play.

in his nightmare, nazuna's not quite himself. his facial expression doesn't really change, mouth closed, eyes blank. he's a perfect, total doll, and the strings begin to twitch, making him dance along to the tune. the crowd goes wild for him, light sticks glowing and waving along with the tunes, as two other (unknown) voices sing from across the stage. here, nazuna is the star, and when the curtain finally closes to thunderous applause, the strings drop, and he's left there, just dangling. just another doll to be used when the second song starts.

...unless someone was willing to cut him free. ]

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[ nazuna wants to kiss shu every moment for the rest of his life, that's it.

how could he stop now that he's started? it's like a dam's broken, one that's been up for half of nazuna's life. he's thought about kissing shu so, so many times, and now it's happening, and nothing could've prepared him for this. nothing could've prepared him for the way he looks when they pull away, the slightly dazed look in his blue eyes, his kiss bitten lips. nazuna's falling in love all over again; if he could get shu to make that face every day for the rest of his life, he could probably die happily. it's picture perfect and so, so real, it just--makes him want to kiss him again, honestly.

but shu's talking, so. he stops the urge and just stays close to him, still close enough to nearly brush their noses together, enjoying the proximity. shu's thighs are warm underneath his, and he feels so solid, so real, so--nothing like the one from his dream.

someone broken conjures up the image again, him, crumpled on the stage, little porcelain pieces, but nazuna refuses to let that nightmare ruin what's happening. he's turned it into an opportunity, now, and instead, he just lets the fondness in his chest swell up like a balloon as he reaches forward to cup his cheeks.

(his laugh sounded like the first notes of a symphony.) ] You're an idiot.

[ he sounds so sweet and affectionate when he says so, though, so, so fond. ] You're here.

[ and that's what matters. he doesn't care that he's broken, because nazuna's seen him do amazing things in the studio again, watched him make ten other kids faces light up like he did to nazuna all those years ago, when they were little and still learning each other.

there's still lots of learning to be done, though. there's a whole side of shu he's getting to learn now, and it starts here, with his hands on his cheeks and the soft way nazuna presses his lips against his to seal the deal. it's slower, less giddy and energetic as he reigns himself in, reminds himself to find some control. ]