(Too tired to do a full thing of this piece, but here's the video: ) She frowned at him, picking the notes out on her cello quietly as she considered his offer. Without another word, she picked up her bow, retightened it, and began to play. Her chords were strong and clear, and the cello managed to the rich and full timbre of the instrument without diminishing the melancholy tone of the piece. When she finished, she untightened her bow immediately after and slid it back in its case.
(That piece feels vaguely sassy to me. I know it's classical, but I am getting a hint of sass from those sharp notes. I am tired as well, so maybe that's why.) He listened thoughtfully, getting enraptured by the music she played. He was silent until the end, where he just had a big smile on his face. "That was absolutely wonderful!" he said excitedly. "I should have asked you to play before!"
(Oh, no, very sassy. You're right.) She laughed, ducking her head, obviously embarrassed. "Ach. Thank you. I'm sorry; it was kind of long."
He walked over to her. "It felt short to me. Probably because it was so beautiful," he said, then smirked. "Like you." ('Liek u lolol xD')
( (((( ) She squinted at him, a playful smile on her face. "Are you flirting with me, Craw?" she asked, tilting her head.
"Yes. Definitely," he confirmed. "I imagine you're used to it by now, though. That makes it less awkward, though, right?"
"A little," she conceded, standing up and coming face-to-face with him. She slipped her hands over his shoulders, stepping in closer. "And, to be honest, I don't hate it."
He put one hand on the side of her neck, and the other brushing back her hair gently. "That's good, because I like doing it," he said, before kissing her lightly.
Kissing him felt like home, and when they pulled apart, Poppy smirked at him. "Oh, good," she said coyly. "Glad that we've come to that consensus."
He pursed his lips, watching her with raised eyebrows. "Right," he said. "Y'know, I was worried we would never do that again, for a bit."
She didn't meet his gaze, her fingers lightly rubbing the back of his neck. "Yeah," she said eventually. "Yeah, me too."
She watched him for a moment before pulling him into an embrace, her head fitting perfectly in the curve of his neck. He would be able to feel her heart beat, quick but steady. She inhaled deeply, and the familiar scent of his cologne comforted her. "I love you too," she said quietly. "I can't tell you how much I missed you during all of that."
He smiled into her hair, his hand brushing her back. "You were furious, and yet you still missed me? Takes a lot to feel both things at once."
She turned her head into his neck, and he would be able to feel her smile against his skin. "I was feeling a lot of things," she said defensively. "Are you telling me that you felt only one emotion that whole time?"
"Hm. You got me there. The only correlation was that they were all bad feelings," he said, but it didn't matter to him any more. It was over with, and he was happy.
She exhaled, her hands light on the back of his neck. "I really am sorry," she said ruefully, her voice slightly muffled. "I should have trusted you."
He looked down at, petting her hair. "Hey, it's okay. I can see why you didn't, especially with the photos. So it's alright." His voice was soothing and quiet as he kissed the top of her head.
"Still," she said, shaking her head as she pulled away. "I should have known better." She knelt down by the cello, beginning to pack it up with careful fingers.
He leaned down and kissed her cheek, before going over to retrieve the sheet music off the piano. "It's okay. Trust me."
