Kumiko sat on the same porch that Nikolai had pounded Lunaria a few hours ago. She played the flute under moonlight, a melancholic piece filled with affection.
The notes danced between gripping minor notes and an extended tremolo of C and E flat.
Creak!
Behind him, footsteps echoed as Nikolai's figure appeared in a loose evening robe, his chest full of scars, kiss marks, and his hair dripping slightly on the soft tatami mat.
He sat down beside her and looked at the moon with half-lidded eyes. The silver glow reflected in his eyes as he listened to the music, which sounded like someone telling a story.
He didn't speak, but listened to the piece quietly.
Kumiko didn't stop playing until the final note vibrated. The emotions she felt exploded when Nikolai sat beside her, his handsome face reflecting the ocean and moonlight stirring her heart.
She smiled softly while placing the flute into a case and shifted closer.
"My dear, why do you seem so melancholic?"
