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My favorite thing is I have a playlist on Spotify of incredibly mixed bag music that hits certain Narles chrods for me but it's stuff that like, I feel would cause Nathan to pass away.
Completely and totally Unbrutal.
A Little Less Sixteen Candles by FOB? Stupid by Brendan Maclean? Anyone Else But You by the Moldy Peaches?
Fuhgetaboutit
I, however, am kicking my feet and giggling and playing Barbies and having a great time
An atmosphere of glowing whiteness, with no ending and no beginning—neither a floor nor a ceiling. Skwisgaar looked down at his hands, realizing he was completely nude. The white light hits his body, making him look translucent. The blonde’s body was floating in this empty place. He didn’t know why he was here—was there a reason?
“What ams happenings?”
His thought echoed as sound in the endless abyss, it was almost as if nothing was sacred in this place, not even one’s thoughts. Skwisgaar tried to walk through the whiteness, maybe he could find a way out. It is difficult to walk with no ground beneath your feet, but Skwisgaar found a way. He continued to walk, unsure if he was going forward—were there even directions in this place? In the distance, however, he saw a figure begin to form.
“Who ams there?”
The figure remained silent as Skwisgaar’s echoes fizzled out. Even though the blonde was still, the figure began to form more clearly. It was Toki, he was nude just like Skwisgaar. Toki opened his eyes and looked up at the taller man, he was silent. The brunette was approaching closer to the man until he was face to face with him. Skwisgaar stood in awe,
“Toki?”
It was the first time he was able to speak.
“Toki, what the hell ams you doings here?”
Toki simply looked up at him, his bright blue eyes shining more than ever in the white aura around them. He lifted his hand and placed it on Skwisgaar’s chest, closing his eyes once more.
“What am you doings? Gets your hands off of mes!”
Toki pushed his hand gently into Skwisgaar’s chest,
“Toki! —”
Skwisgaar looked down at his chest with a shocked face. Toki’s hand was inside, gently holding the blonde’s heart. Skwisgaar couldn’t even muster a simple “What.” Toki reopened his eyes,
“Skwisgaar…”
His voice was nothing more than a whisper, only loud enough for the taller man to hear. The initial shock of the brunette’s strong hand phasing through his chest had subsided, Skwisgaar felt a flush form over his face, and the blood in his veins felt like lava as Toki caressed his heart. They were both so vulnerable—and yet Skwisgaar felt so safe. A shaky breath left the blonde’s lips as the butterflies in his body flourished. Toki smiled and slowly took his hand out of Skwisgaar’s chest. Skwisgaar felt so… empty, but then Toki grabbed the taller man’s hand. Toki’s hand was so strong, and yet so gentle as he slowly held the blonde’s slim hand, guiding it to his chest.
Skwisgaar held his hand gently on Toki’s chest, admiring the muscle of that area. Suddenly he heard a quiet voice,
“Lukk øynene, Skwisgaar.” (Close your eyes, Skwisgaar)
Skwisgaar’s eyes widened at the brunette’s sudden use of his mother tongue. Nonetheless, he closed his eyes.
“Nå, skyv forsiktig.” (Now, push gently)
Skwisgaar hesitated for a moment, but he felt a strange sense of trust in the other man. As he started to push into Toki’s chest he had felt it—he felt his heart. The blonde maneuvered his hand around the heart, holding it gently as if it would break from a single breath. The thought itself made his breath hitch.
~
As he caressed his thumb gently against the organ, a sudden rush happened within him as if his whole body was falling. Whenever he opened his eyes, he was back in the old building where Toki had his first audition. Trying to catch his breath, Skwisgaar looked at his surroundings, he was sitting atop instrument cases in his old all-white attire, his bandmates having a heated discussion below him.
“Dood, are you even listening!”
The familiar screechy shout of the band’s drummer brought him back to reality.
“We’re gonna have all these dildos do their auditions and if you win, you get to be the only guitarist—all right?”
Skwisgaar looked down at the hundreds of people looking up at him, holding their guitars in desperation. The blonde jumped down from the cases he was sitting on, almost as if they were his throne,
“Fines.”
After the short response left the man's mouth, he started playing a melody as fast as he could. His fingers moved in an almost inhuman way, and he knew it. That’s why he was so confident, so sure that he was above the rest.
Over time the whole room cleared out, none of them could compare to Skwisgaar’s raw talent. The blonde scoffed, he knew this would be the outcome, he was the best of the best after all. As he rested on his “throne,” a ragged-looking young man stood in the doorway.
“Waits!
The whole band turned around and observed the brunette,
“My names ams Toki!”
Toki rested his hands on his knees, catching his breath,
“I’m so sorries! I didn’ts means to be late, please, please gives me a chance! I ams just a boys on the streets but I swears I can proves myself to you!”
Skwisgaar scoffed and Pickles looked up at him,
“C’mon, let’s give the kid a chance.”
“Fine, but I’m warnings you I won’ts go easy on you. It’s a shames really, seeing you haves to go downs this way.”
Skwisgaar began to play once more, this time a more difficult melody, he just wanted to get this all over with. The blonde had his expectations subdued whenever the melody was returned to him. An unfamiliar feeling began to form in Skwisgaar’s chest, he wanted to see how far he could go, making the melodies more complex as they played. As the two guitarists were about to finish, their melodies combined perfectly, almost as if they were destined to play together. It was an ethereal experience, Skwisgaar never played with someone this close to his level.
Unfortunately, the younger man hit a sour note. The fear on his face was intense, he knew it was over for him.
Pickles crossed his arms,
“Damn… You did real good, kid.”
The gruff voice of the vocalist had a slight tone of pity in it,
“Yeah but uh, you fucked up that last part.”
The drummer tried to put a slight smile on his face,
“Y’know, you were close though.”
Finally, the bassist let out the hard truth,
“But now it’s time for you to go.”
Toki was distraught but he accepted his fate, packing his guitar back into its beat-down case he prepared to go back on the streets. Before he could leave, a tall figure stood in front of him,
“Before you leaves,”
Skwisgaar looked down at the brunette, looking into his glossed-over eyes. As the new feeling in his chest ran rampant, he knew he couldn’t let Toki leave. Something was telling him that this new guitarist had to stay,
“Nobodies has ever mades me plays as well as you have today,”
It was the truth, Skwisgaar’s skill always overpowered anyone else he played with. That feeling in his chest urged him even further,
“I wants you in this bands.”
The words that plagued his mind were finally said. Toki’s eyes widened, almost as if they were going to pop out,
“Reallies?!”
The brunette straightened his slouched posture, practically jumping up as he placed his hands on the blonde’s shoulders.
“Thanks you! Thanks you so much!”
Toki hugged the taller man tightly, Skwisgaar did not expect him to be so strong.
“Eugh, gets offs of me, you stinks!”
~
Skwisgaar’s body was transported to another place, this time he was backstage. He looked over at Toki,
“Wowee!”
The guitarist had his corpse paint on, his guitar pressed tightly to his chest. He was no longer the ragged young man they found on the street; his mustache and hair were grown out, and he was out of his tattered old clothes.
Toki’s head whipped over to the blonde, his eyes full of excitement.
“Cans you believes it Skwisgaar? This ams our first solds-out concert!”
Skwisgaar scoffed,
“Maybe it ams yours first sold-out concert, but it ams not mine.”
Toki rolled his eyes at the other guitarist’s comment,
“Can’ts you evers just be exciteds about something? So negatives all the times.”
Skwisgaar chuckled at Toki’s half-pouted lip, he was so sensitive sometimes. But Skwisgaar didn’t mind, he liked to pester the young guitarist, and his reactions were always so entertaining.
Nathan interrupted the two guitarists bickering,
“It’s time for us to start playing, so uh everybody focus I guess. I don’t know, just don’t suck.”
Skwisgaar looked over at Toki,
“Ja Toki, that mights be a little difficult for yous.”
“Hey!”
Skwisgaar smiled, he always loved getting a rise out of him.
As they played on the stage, Skwisgaar had the same feeling he had the first time he played with Toki. Their playing was like an unseen bond between the two, and one that Skwisgaar would never speak of. He knew praise would get to Toki’s head, so he nit-picks at his playing instead, urging him to reach his full potential. Skwisgaar always closed his eyes when he played with Toki, it was almost like he could see their notes intertwining together. Their harmonies made that burning feeling in his chest flow through his body, and the passion they both put into their music came together into a beautiful fusion. It was like art—an art that was made for them and them only.
~
Skwisgaar opened his eyes, he was back in the white abyss, holding Toki’s heart as gently as he did before. Slowly, he let go and looked into Toki’s eyes, he was smiling gently at him. The soft expression made Skwisgaar realize what it all meant.
Skwisgaar loved Toki.
When the realization hit him, he suddenly felt soft lips pressed against his own. It was like Toki knew, he closed his eyes and held the other man’s waist, pulling him in. Toki moved his body as close as he could, the two men began to phase into each other, and as their hearts touched Skwisgaar inhaled sharply opening his eyes.
There he was in his bed, drenched in sweat as he gripped his blankets.
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