This is stunning. I am wordless. I mean, this reads like poetry, with the rhythm of the music, and Shion being a conductor is so unlike most people's head-canons that it's such a refreshing surprise to have him doing something so creative.
Stars pepper the ceiling above, shining brighter and brighter until they’re blinding, senbon-thin needles slicing the air into halves, fourths, sixteenths. The blood they draw tastes of fresh wood and splinters, of hard lacquer and rust.
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Thanks!
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The musical scene, the tone, and the way you develop the story are great.
Hope to see more of your work :]
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Stars pepper the ceiling above, shining brighter and brighter until they’re blinding, senbon-thin needles slicing the air into halves, fourths, sixteenths. The blood they draw tastes of fresh wood and splinters, of hard lacquer and rust.
These lines are my favourites, especially.
Thank you so much for letting us all read this!
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