Collection • TwoSetViolin

IV. Silence

Summary: A few months after TwoSet was forced to branch off and pursue their own careers, Brett and Eddy decide to talk about how everything has been going for the very first time since they disbanded. [AU] (3783 words, 20-25 minute read)

Warnings: Mentions of murder and some stuff.

Notes: Enjoy some random TwoSet doodling from a few days ago c: Inspired by some fanfic moments and a video!

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"Brett!"

Brett looked up from the Bruch. The butterflies in his stomach fluttered faster at the sound of that voice that he had grown so accustomed to hearing. In a single swipe, he closed his binder of music scores and shoved it in his bag, returning the wave that stood so far away. He broke out into a wide grin, throwing his bag over his shoulder and running over.

"Eddy!" he yelled. "Holy shit, it's been so long!"

Brett opened his arms wide, colliding into Eddy's open arms. The two of them pulled each other into a long embrace in the middle of the shopping mall hallway. Brett's hands grasped Eddy's loose clothing - not the TwoSet jumpers that he was once used to.

"Shit." Eddy leaned his head on Brett's shoulder. "This feels so weird. Have you gotten taller?"

"Eddy, we're in our late twenties." Brett pulled away from the embrace, looking into Eddy's slightly watery eyes.

"Nothing's impossible."

Brett pretended to frown, although he was unable to hide the smirk on his face. "So... are you less ticklish now?"

"You can't lose ticklishness-"

"But I thought nothing was impossible."

Taking note of Eddy's widened eyes, Brett lunged at his stomach, his hands outreached. Eddy flinched and ran backwards before Brett even lay a single finger on him. Eddy raised his hands, trying to block the incoming tickle attack, while trying to avoid running into other shoppers with his violin case on his back.

Brett laughed at the angry glares from the strangers. He stood up straight and watched as Eddy lowered his guard slowly. Eddy let out a quiet breath, shoving his hands back into his pockets. His face lit up once more and he broke out into a wide grin.

"Anyways," Brett walked over, "how has everything been? I heard you've been teaching."

Eddy nodded. "Yeah. Performing and rehearsing every once in a while, and teaching for a few days of the week. Guess where I'm teaching though?"

"Where?"

"Conservatorium! Queensland, to be exact."

"Are you serious?" Brett's jaw dropped.

Eddy's eyes were glowing. "Yeah! It's been hectic. Too many kids with huge egos. Our favorite type of kids, am I right?"

"Yeah, hah!" Brett chuckled. "They should go practice instead! 40 hours a day, am I right?"

Brett felt a sinking feeling in his stomach as Eddy's face fell. He almost didn't realize what had come out of his mouth. Shit. Too soon.

"Y-yeah." Eddy stared at his hands. "40 hours."

The two of them stood in silence for a bit. Brett was biting his cheek, fiddling with his hands as he watched the downcast Eddy.

Eddy was looking off to the side, trying to avoid Brett's gaze. At the sight of this, the stone that settled in Brett's stomach grew heavier. His entire system went cold. He should have stayed quiet. TwoSet may have been a thing of the past for him, but it was a fresh wound for Eddy still.