Inspired by a Despondence piece, and the Heart and soul of Maelgwyn
Kane sat, his hunched form menacing as Renard grinned at him, the violin poised. He cracked into the song, its beat uplifting as his hands danced. Kane grinned, the tune instantly recognisable.
“Oi mate,” he said, his fiddler moving with the music, “you learnt that ditty for me?”
“Oui Sniper,” he said, nary missing a beat as the cigarette bounced, the only indication that he even moved his lips. He flexed his torso into each note, his feet dancing around as the music rang true.
Unexpectedly, Kane started to sing, his voice gravelly but reasonably on tune. His mirth caused the Spy to smile, the notes rising and falling like waves on the ocean, Kane being the rocks that they smashed against. They continued through the stanza, their gaiety barely quashed as Renard improvised at the end, the flourish of notes as he bowed to the lanky sniper, the fiddle and bow perpendicular to the ground.
Kane applauded, his smile strangely attractive to the Spy. He had becomed accustomed to his almost constant frown, his seeming displeasure at his company. The whistles and bravos were also rather unexpected to the Spy. He flushed red, deep like his vest as his audience of one quietened.
“What next, mon cher?” Renard asked, grinning with the stub of his cigarette hanging in his mouth.
omg. i… hgjbnnekjnf ; ___ ; wauhhhf all my feels. this is too precious thank you so much! <3 <3
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