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estinoseTitle: Loved Place, Balcony
Author: Estirose
Fandom: Kamen Rider Kiva
Pyramid: 2, L2, prompt: Under the Moon
Rating: 8+ (PG)
Summary: Wataru's balcony has always been a special place to him.
If there was something that Wataru enjoyed having at his house, it was a balcony. Not that he used it during the day, of course, but at night he enjoyed standing out there in the dark, with only the moonlight to keep him company.
Someday, maybe, he hoped to share that moonlight with somebody else. Maybe a wife, or a lover. He was the ghost boy of the neighborhood anyway, he doubted anything would happen if he shared his balcony with someone else.
Sometimes he played violin there, sometimes he just stood and watched the empty streets, content that nobody was coming to complain about things. It was so quiet and so peaceful. So much the world that his mother had shown him.
His mother had liked the dark, liked the moon. Loved the moon, actually. There were so many times when he'd been growing up that they'd spend time out there together, talking about everything and everything. He sometimes had the sense that his mother loved the night more than the day. They could talk until his bedtime in peace, mostly uninterrupted by other people.
But now she was gone, and he was alone, and he still went out to the balcony. It reminded him of his mother, of her love. He wanted to share that with somebody, someday. Maybe he'd get lucky. Maybe he'd fall in love. And maybe he'd fall in love with someone who enjoyed the night, too.
In the meantime, on his balcony in the night, he softly played his violin.
Author: Estirose
Fandom: Kamen Rider Kiva
Pyramid: 2, L2, prompt: Under the Moon
Rating: 8+ (PG)
Summary: Wataru's balcony has always been a special place to him.
If there was something that Wataru enjoyed having at his house, it was a balcony. Not that he used it during the day, of course, but at night he enjoyed standing out there in the dark, with only the moonlight to keep him company.
Someday, maybe, he hoped to share that moonlight with somebody else. Maybe a wife, or a lover. He was the ghost boy of the neighborhood anyway, he doubted anything would happen if he shared his balcony with someone else.
Sometimes he played violin there, sometimes he just stood and watched the empty streets, content that nobody was coming to complain about things. It was so quiet and so peaceful. So much the world that his mother had shown him.
His mother had liked the dark, liked the moon. Loved the moon, actually. There were so many times when he'd been growing up that they'd spend time out there together, talking about everything and everything. He sometimes had the sense that his mother loved the night more than the day. They could talk until his bedtime in peace, mostly uninterrupted by other people.
But now she was gone, and he was alone, and he still went out to the balcony. It reminded him of his mother, of her love. He wanted to share that with somebody, someday. Maybe he'd get lucky. Maybe he'd fall in love. And maybe he'd fall in love with someone who enjoyed the night, too.
In the meantime, on his balcony in the night, he softly played his violin.
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