[Dohalim's smile widens slightly as he listens to Red Wine play, his attention on watching his skilled fingers dance along the frets of polished black wood and strings. he'd forgotten how easy it was for everything else to melt away when it came to playing and listening to music; he'd become so immersed in it that it takes him a moment to realise that Red Wine had finished his piece.
if Dohalim were honest with himself, it's almost enough to inspire him to play again. almost. he's still not sure if he could play it again.
he doesn't say anything for a moment, but instead leans in to press a gentle kiss to Red Wine's lips. only when he pulls back does he speak again]
Thank you. Both for the compliment and for breathing life into it again. I think it was yearning to be played again.
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if Dohalim were honest with himself, it's almost enough to inspire him to play again. almost. he's still not sure if he could play it again.
he doesn't say anything for a moment, but instead leans in to press a gentle kiss to Red Wine's lips. only when he pulls back does he speak again]
Thank you. Both for the compliment and for breathing life into it again. I think it was yearning to be played again.