( feel the rhythms hear the voices )

[deriving]

[ and suddenly there's a stillness that settles over Shibuya like a blanket of snow on the ground, muffling every sound, stifling every sight. but then there's an explosion of light and sound and color and Shibuya almost sounds like it's screaming. Sho's so exhausted that the rush of energy and power is almost too much for him to take; reigning

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[icanhasgummi]

[ Sora feels pretty exhausted and he wastes no time in following after Sho, not collapsing on top of him, but nearby, curling up beside him. he's not traumatized or crying, but tired. he's helped Sho achieve what they were trying to. he knows this is a good thing. so after he takes a breather, he looks at him carefully, trying to gauge the reaction.

is the power going to turn him power-hungry (well, more than he was before)? he hopes not. he knows what'll have to happen if he is. he closes his eyes again, breathing in deep. he probably needs a few minutes to himself, so Sora, now experienced in the UG and its secrets, tries toning down his Music. it might be too loud for him to hear his own thoughts. ]

[deriving]

[ it's hard to say exactly how Sho's taking it, he's just laying there grinning to himself, breathing a little hard, almost maniacal over how the whole beat is his beat, it's all coming from him. he's in complete control. he stares up at the ceiling and it changes to tessellating patterns, flawlessly calculated. and then he glances toward Sora and laughs, rolling over to face him. no words, he doesn't even need words, the Music speaks for itself. we did it. ]

[icanhasgummi]

[ and there comes Sora's bright-as-sunshine grin, truly happy. though he jolts a little, and looks surprised. His own Music changes in turn to fit in with Sho's. it's not so different, still as passionate and joyful as ever, but there's an undertone of complexity, duty, and responsibility, and there's a new current that passes through him as the duty of Conductor shifts. it leaves him breathless and holding his head. and he's the first to speak. ]

W-we actually... whoah.

[deriving]

We did it. [ his smirk widens. and you better be listening close to that hoarse voice over the Music, you're only going to hear this plural possessive come out of his mouth once. ] Shibuya's ours.

[ and then he's just going to move those hands aside so can hold his head instead, looking him right in the eye, truly happy. keeping little miss princess around really paid off, he's earned some better treatment (but only a little bit). ]

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[icanhasgummi]

[ there's no doubt that Sora's listening with every bit of his being, and when he speaks, a chill runs down his spine. there's no way Sho will ever refer to Shibuya like that again; he's tucking that memory away for keeps.

the power that runs through him worries him. it's sort of like tugging a huge dog as it's barreling down the street on rollerblades. good thing he's just trying to adjust to it. as Sho holds his head, he relaxes. he's happy. more than what he could ask for. so he presses a hand against his stomach, just focusing on healing himself. ]

I knew we could.

punches it

[deriving]

Flawlessly calculated, I told you.

[ he's just so exhausted, words are actually difficult for him. partly because of taking on both the Conductor and the Composer and partly because the surge of energy is even bigger and better than he thought it would be. going from numbers cruncher to the heartbeat of the city is no small step. while Sora heals himself, Sho'll just be resting their foreheads together and grinning at everything, as smug as ever. ]

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[icanhasgummi]

[ the beat of the Music wasn't overpowering him; it ran along him, stronger than it usually did. Sora took the initiative and clasped his hands on Sho's shoulders, giving his bottom lip a nip before he settled back down, foreheads still pressed together. ]

And you didn't disappoint.

FISTS OF FURY!!!

[deriving]

[ damn right I didn't, he wants to say, but instead he opts for chasing after Sora so he can obtain a proper kiss. "proper" is subjective, though, since it's more like furiously mashing their lips together than a polite peck, for sure. ]

[icanhasgummi]

[ a sharp ngh sounds from his throat as he presses closer to Sho in the kiss and against the other's body. he'd be lying if he didn't say the other with so much power wasn't intoxicating. then again, Sho was never not intoxicating, infuriating, and clever to boot, so he finds no problem with giving in for a minute and then biting back with his own harshness. ]