Ablaze - FallenTsuki

Klavier’s sapphire orbs were focused as his fingers trailed down the guitar. He had heard, mostly from his fans and coworkers, that when he played, it was like a fire burning: you knew it was dangerous to be around, but you couldn’t help watching it grow more and more. The notes he formed streamed into a chord, and then a line, and finally, a ballad. He performed one he knew for years and years, but still couldn’t keep himself from playing.

This song in particular, cleverly named “Smoke,” he had created when he was still in his adolescent years. Back then, Klavier was as free as the wind that now held him back. No restraints. No hurt. All limitless.

That was back with Daryan Crescend, the best friend he could ever ask for. Though Daryan’s hairstyles were a bit…suggestive, the German prosecutor loved him in a way no one, not even his own mother, had. Daryan once said no one even bothered to look at him growing up. When he met Klavier, he admitted he didn’t feel lonely anymore.

And Klavier owed a lot to his friend, as well. He gave him one of the greatest gifts of all – someone to talk to, or turn to in crisis. Someone to visit in the middle of the night because your older brother is lustfully violating you. Someone who would say it’s okay, even though he felt like a complete idiot for doing so.

But those days, unfortunately, were all over. Daryan had broken the law; something Klavier could never forgive him for. He would always love his friend deep down, perhaps even more so than a friend or brother, but he never had the chance to say so. And honestly, he thought he never would.

Until now.


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