discomposer: ʙᴇᴇᴛᴀ_𝟻𝟶𝟶ᴄ@ᴛᴡɪᴛᴛᴇʀ (ʜɪᴇʀᴏɴʏᴍᴜs ᴘʀᴀᴇᴛᴏʀɪᴜs)
Leo Tsukinaga | 月永 レオ ([personal profile] discomposer) wrote 2025-01-15 06:18 am (UTC)

[ Whatever warnings Hiyori gave out definitely did not encompass any of this, did they? Esikko had mentioned that Hiyori said Leo wouldn't be dull, which is admittedly the one thing he reliably usually isn't, but "he isn't dull" probably did not adequately prepare Esikko for the whiplash of being cheerfully called out for something that felt like a hidden insult shifting to ranting about music or magic or passion shifting to outright threats and amused warnings to at least a dozen other things before Leo'd ended up casually throwing out something that finally completely threw him. Leo notices it but doesn't really understand it - he doesn't think anything of analyzing the symbolism of something out loud.

You need to be comfortable with symbolism and literary themes when you write music day in and out, and while Leo definitely wouldn't know every single flower, he knows enough about flower language to call it up to use in music at a need or to debate what this or that flower or color or anything else might be in an art piece with Shu, who's still the most fun person Leo's ever met to argue loudly about such things with. Nearly everything Leo knows can be connected back like that - something useful for composing, something that can help him analyze the works of other musicians, something he thinks would make a wonderful framework for a story in a song.

He's not sure what it was about saying it aloud that got to Esikko at all, but it doesn't matter that much in the moment. Instead, Leo pictures camellias and that's the click that slides it into place in his mind. The hook through his stomach that he never bothers to try to escape as the melody spirals out before him, more defined and less something at the edge of his hearing.

There's a song. There's more than one song. There's always gonna be a million possibilities, and he can only grasp so many with his tiny human brain, which is the absolute worst thing in existence, because for every song finally born into his thoughts and out through ink stained fingers there's another one (another billion) that die as he's working on the first.

There's a song, though, and he even already has some phrasing flickering through his mind. It flows along to the sound of a low voice that's trying to be all controlled, and Leo thinks cute but he can't toss that out when his mouth is full so Esikko is spared another total switch of tone and topic because Leo with his mouth otherwise occupied means Leo not interrupting and throwing them bodily down some other conversational path.

It's easier not to go a thousand miles away when what he's composing is still beneath him, inspiration not yet gone. So he's still in the moment enough to keep memorizing the sound and what he's being told. Makes a mental note to ask about what other methods as he casually and easily takes Esikko in further with no sign of difficulty. A gag reflex isn't an issue he's ever had, and the previous mental notes have his left hand smoothing over the hickey he'd left on Esikko's thigh as Leo looks up at him, working it out.

Like with before, kissing, he takes his time. What pace gets a hitch of breath, or if he presses his tongue here or swallows then can he make Esikko lose his place? Anything that doesn't have one of those minute positive reactions he's intent on is placed aside, and anything negative thrown out, but there's that tenacious and utterly focused kind of energy he only ever gets for music or this which means that Leo's entire focus is Esikko. It's exactly as intense and crushing as he said it would be, but it should be fine, right? ]

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