Short Stories And Oneshots!! (GirlxGirl, BoyxBoy, BoyxGirl, LGBTQ)

Behind His Eyes

This is a little thing I've had in my head for the past few weeks.

Also here's some songs that suit the mood:

Love You To - The Beatles
Leaving New York - R.E.M

Enjoy!!

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There was something in the way he moved,
The way he swayed,
Perfectly in time to the song.

No wonder he'd aced the audition for alternating section leader for the 2nd violins. He, Johannes and Marceline were an ideal team.

And now he was in a quartet with the concert master on the 1st Violin, the Viola and the Cello.

He'd glance at the other members of the quartet with a focused glint in his eye, or back at the sheet music in the stand in front of him.

His jaw was tense, his hand was steady, gripping the bow. The tempo began to increase, his eyes fixated on the sheet before him.

After a final descending scale, their solo was done.

He felt his body relax, sitting back down on the chair. He breathed a sigh, feeling the gaze of the other members of the orchestra upon him, the audience applauding and the conductor making his way to the stand.

The conductor gave the quartet a silent well done with a quick nod of his head. The others gave each other smiles of pride. He didn't join. He didn't like the attention.

He glanced back at his music, waiting for the lighting techs to dim the lights above him.

They eventually did, and the play resumed. He glanced around the room, and noticed the cellist giving him a loving glance.

He gave her a bashful smile as a return, before glancing back at his sheet. There was still another solo the quartet were doing, though they'd be partnered with the wind instruments.

He rolled his shoulders back. The knot in his left shoulder was pissing him off, but it was better than the other day. Playing his violin made him feel nauseous because of the pain.

He straightened the knot in his tie, thankful that they were wearing suits instead of the usual bow ties, waistcoat and tailcoat that they'd usually wear. He never outwardly said it but he felt like a penguin in the usual getup.
All he had on was a simple suit jacket and a black tie, at least it made him feel slightly less stuffy than usual.

He closed his eyes as the story teller told his story. He'd glance at him every once in a while. He tried to keep his ears open and pay attention, but he couldn't really get into it.

He kept his eyes shut and simply waited for the queue to start playing again. He knew when and where to start and stop, his papers for the show meticulously arranged so all he'd have to do is turn the page.

He always did that, make sure everything was in order and not a single thing out of place.

Mr. Responsible.

Always keeping his eye on others, making sure everything was in it's place and everything was right.
Sometimes Roger would laugh, saying that "Who needs to remember when you've got careful Koga to do it for you?"

That was his identity, the straight man.

Careful Koga, as calm as an old, flowing river. Because that literally was what his name meant:

Koga, old river.

The designated driver. The guy who'd always choose tea over coffee and rarely had more than one pint or glass of wine, the latter he rarely chose on account he wasn't keen on it.
The only time he'd really go out was when they had a concert at Allen Hall, he mostly kept himself to himself.