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Another wip, another procrastination misery
Here's unfinished draft of the day :'D
To put it simply, it's something similar to that bar fight scene in KTSS. However, instead of watching in awe, poor innocent civilian James was absolutely terrified by how Percival handled with the thugs.
I'm not bothering translate it, so have fun ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
Peter/Percival drabble #5
Summary : When sorrow bled clear from his eyes, Peter couldn't stop himself from playing.
It was beautiful; both the song and its inspiration. This was one of his best works so far; probably because he was pouring out his heart and soul while composing this piece back then.
The imagery was still vivid in his mind. Whenever he played it, he always saw himself on the balcony late at night, gazing at the moon with pure admiration and love.
Even though he knew well that it was impossible, that no matter how hard he tried, how far he reached out his hand, it was not for him to own. He would never be able to be there; with the moon, with him.
Yet his heart wouldn't listen, and that was why he couldn't stop; neither his fingers from playing, nor the warm streak of tears from rolling down his cheek.
