Follow Your Passion: A Seamless Tumblr Journey
i love violin covers
i was listening to joel sunny's covers while i wrote a warm up drabble
ray x reader
when no one's around
"ray!" you smile so brightly when you lean out the window, tucking the hair that the wind blew into your face aside, staring down at the pretty gardener with a love sick expression.
"good evening, prince /ss" he feels shy, but reaches out his arms to you, inviting you to sling your legs over the windowsill and carefully hop into his arms and down.
it's cold outside, and he insists you take the magenta coat - and it feels heavy, and smells of flowers and him, and for a moment you wonder if its almost what hugging him would feel like. your conversation is brief, it's not important or interesting to the outside world, you're sure of that, but to you it feels like floating above clouds. his voice is low, a barely there whisper, a hesitant conversation. just in case she finds you. just in case you suddenly hate him.
all the flowers in the garden couldn't compare to his beauty, in your eyes at least. the longer you speak the more confident he gets, flourishing and blooming, speaking poetry with a tender smile. somewhere someone is playing a violin, it's so far away you can barely hear the tune clearly. but it makes you want to dance with him either way, even at his sheepish "i... don't know how to dance." you gently hold one of his hands regardless, resting the other on his chest.
"neither do i. but we don't have to perfect at it."
there's enough space to dance. to move slowly to the sound of the violin, to spin sometimes. he's stiff at first, stuttering apologies every time he trips or steps on your shoe. but slowly he relaxes, he learns a few tricks, he could dip you down but he's worried about dropping you.
you don't really remember when the violin stops. you're too invested in sweet conversation as you dance.
the night goes too quickly, he knows you'll be tired tomorrow, so he takes you back to the window. the window you blow kisses from while he works to watch him blush. or speak to him from. or turn love letters into paper aeroplanes.
the window isn't that high. but he lifts you up anyway. your feet can't touch the paved floor, but you know if he leaned up and you down you could kiss him so very easily.
so you do. its tender, he doesn't know where to put his hands so he just rests them against the firm window, and you cup his cheeks so softly he wants to cry. and when he pulls back his face is red, and your sure yours is as well.
"see you tomorrow, ray."
"y.. yeah... tomorrow."
kiss his cheek goodnight before you slip back into the castle, confirm your promise about tomorrow to the dazed boy. he'll watch you leave with a smile, he'd wave if you look back to do so as well.
your sweet prince
and of course.
you're his sweet prince/ss.