@miracleheart whispered : the day comes as fast as it goes, the sunlight beginning to settle, as most students were starting to return back home or stay for an afterschool program. needless to say, minato wouldn’t be any different. often opting out to leave rather than stay, he barely bothered with most afterschool programs to began with. however, instead of leaving the class like he’d often had done, he approached the other’s desk. tapping the desk lightly to gain his attention, “ hey, I was planning to go to the music store. do you want to come along ? ”
✧・゚: * music always sounds better with two. or rather, with you. ( unprompted ! )
in life, consulting the arcana for a glimpse into one’s destiny is oft considered a clandestine act. the reason being, is that there can be an ill pretence around it for some people, whilst there are others who are welcome its absolute predictions and counsel as if it was decreed from the divine forces that one places their entire confidence in. one wonders at first if it is really something that should be entertained or met with scepticism, to be regarded as naught more than a cheap parlour trick where anyone could assume anything at all about you, and their words of persuasion manifest their prophecy as truth. if there is to be emotion or consolation of sort, it is worth the tiniest sparkle of hopeful belief.
look once again and find that there is an open - mindedness that was not considered before. one’s fate is revealed to the world, foretelling of a happenstance never before seen by the denizens of the velvet room. all of this first made possible by the forging and signature of life - binding contract. there is power in another knowing who you truly are. there is a reason as to why the sun is symbolic of ego, new possibilities and stubbornness, as its counterpart is tied perpetually to tenderness, nostalgia and the subconscious. in several lifetimes, it would be so easy to recognise such vulnerability and buried empathy. is that why you keep yourself so guarded, dear friend ? the fear of being known with the setting of the sun and the rising of the moon, because you have endured so much before. it has become natural to you. and yet, that will never stop wounds from reverberating deep inside.
to pledge your time to only one after school program… how can you make the choice ? there is something to be offered by them all, which explained the idea circling relentlessly inside of mind to assist with all matters within the school premises, no matter how trivial or menial they could be considered. there is joy to always be found in the little things. such as looking out from the window of classroom 2 - F in the midst of a sunset, observing both the soft pastel, floral colours of the sky and the voices of peers forming into one elated, relieved chorus now that the school day was now brought to a close. it’s underestimated just what is involved in the composition of a school day, especially when exam season lingered on the precipice of a few weeks.
simple things. breathing in the invigorating island breeze. receiving comfort from sigil wrapped semi - taut around neck against the coming of winter. the city lights casting their simultaneous glow upon a dark night to the edge of town, to escape from the world and merely observe all of its curios in contemplation. many would caution against venturing freely, especially those who would be new to the area as he is or taking into account the sudden emerging of a cult bearing association with ‘ nyx ‘. her name speaks to him with a significance that can’t be merely shaken off. with all of that going on in the background, there is no need to worry about a dead man walking amongst them also.
but wait… something is different today. strands of blue hair masquerading face can be seen beside his desk, a finger gently vying for his attention with the soft tap of his assigned desk. broken temporarily from ceaseless reverie, he immediately turns around to greet the other with a cloying smile. be still, metronome heart, lest the wings attached to something borrowed become so excited that it ultimately flies from your grasp. it is a gift that minato alone has bestowed. the familiar accompaniment of headphones is an endearing sight. life without music would be a very dull existence indeed. after all, it is a prolific medium for all that is unspoken and which never could be expressed in full.
“ y - you want me to come to the music store with you ? i thought you would never ask ! you’ll have to show me all of your favourite songs whilst we’re there. we could get matching mp3 and earphone sets. “ with one suggestion, he bids a silent farewell to the classroom as he rises from his desk, preparing to follow in minato’s shadow. “ just think, we could even entertain the possibility of attending a concert together at club escapade some night if you ever wanted to see what that’s like. there must be someone coming soon that you’ve been dying to see. i wouldn’t mind coming along, no matter if i haven’t heard of them before. “