P playing piano ||(p x reader)
Since Antonia has regained some strength after receiving the cure, she often asks you to spend time together to recall times past, times of beauty and carefreeness. One day, when Pinocchio is also at the Hotel, she asks the boy to play something on the piano for her.
You are still very confused about what you feel for him, that feeling of gratitude over time has turned into something solid, palpable around your heart. For this reason, you would prefer not to attend, too afraid of what emotions seeing him try his hand at something so human could trigger in you.
Yet when the boy nods without hesitation to Antonia's request, the latter asks you to stay and enjoy the show with her. After all, you owe her the roof over your head, so you cannot refuse.
Pinocchio approaches the piano, his long brown hair hides his cold face dotted with pale freckles and his blue eyes from your view, but you are sure you have read an unmistakable spark of tenderness in them as his heavy steel fingers gently brush the precious keys.
Too late you realize you are holding your breath as the boy begins to play. Your heart reacts much more quickly than your brain. What you feel troubles you deeply. That delicate melody, so painfully close to what you feel for him, seems to speak of something so intimate and visceral as to steal a beat from your heart.
You feel your cheeks flush, your thoughts clouded by the pounding that resounds in your chest. It seems impossible to you what you feel, how that melancholic and nostalgic melody has managed to capture all the loneliness, the regret, but also all those moments when you really felt close to him.
Even if quiet, even if distant, his presence has been a constant for you since you set foot in the Hotel. Something that has meant much more than you had anticipated, something that clearly has had an impact on Pinocchio as well.
Then his eyes meet yours over the piano keys, an instant long a blink of an eye, nothing else, but what you can read in them paralyzes you. In the boy's blue irises there is an unmistakable feeling, painful, melancholic perhaps, but a feeling for you.
Suddenly you realize that you feel an irrepressible tenderness for him, something you have never felt before. It overflows from parts of your heart that you did not remember having.
The melody falls silent and Pinocchio stands up. His movements are much more fluid than you remember. As Antonia smiles with approval, you cannot move. You see him approach you, his slow steps echo on the polished marble, you would like to run away.
Your heart is beating so hard that it takes your breath away, so much so that you are afraid that he can feel it too. The boy stops in front of you, almost waiting. He is beautiful with a fragile and melancholic beauty. You would like to tell him many things, but you know you will not be able to utter a single word.
Then in the silence the watery blue irises lock onto yours, in silence, but charged with an almost desperate message, an unknown warmth.
His clear lips move slightly, in vain, not a breath, but an unspoken request, a desire. The mechanical fingers reach out to you as if to touch you.
His gaze seems unbearable to you, you feel vulnerable, discovered in the act of that genuine feeling. After everything you saw in Krat, you should hate him, but there is a bond between you, something painfully intimate and urgent. This thing scares you much more than you can confess.
Allowing those feelings to come to fruition would mean accepting a new and unpredictable reality.
"I... can't." you whisper breathlessly, your face burning and your vision blurred, pulling away from his touch to take refuge where no one else can witness the overflowing of your feelings.
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