#soundsofwar

x | @yulanjie​

     It was not a conscious decision, blaming a lack of proper rest and that earlier slip in the week that had brought his mother tongue to the tip of his tongue once more. Once, singing had been a common place thing, but a past time he had abandoned long ago. Still, when a hauntingly nostalgic tune buried itself into his thoughts, he found that there was very little hesitation to indulge the sudden urge. 

                    ❝ Gur duilich leam mar tha mi                       'S mo chridhe 'n sàs aig bròn                        Bhon an uair a dh'fhàg mi                        Beanntan àrd a' cheò                        Gleanntannan a'mhànrain                        Nan loch, nam bàgh 's nan sròm                        'S an eala bhàn tha tàmh ann                        Gach latha air 'm bheil-- ❞

     His words cut off abruptly at the sensation of arms around his waist, torn from the song in his shock and a flash of rare embarrassment coursing through him when he tilted his head to glance back at the other. The kisses washed away his shock though, shoulders relaxing once more and a pleased hum on his lips instead.