Conan slowly wakes, eyes hazy in the dark room as he stares at the bottom of the bunk above him. He sighs tiredly as he gently lifts up the arm draped across his chest, returning it to the sleeping boy huddled at his side. Gingerly, he picks his way over his twin, as he has a million times before, but is now starting to feel too old to do on this small bottom bunk.
Connor shivers at the sudden loss of warmth, but Conan adjusts the blanket back over him, carefully tucking him back in with a soft smile, adjusting the hair out of Connor's face. He stands up, careful not to bang his head against the top bunk as he pulls away, and looks blankly around the nearly empty room.
Hank has been trying to convince the boys to let him take them shopping for furniture and things, but the twins both agreed they wouldn't until after they were safely adopted. He's already replaced their instruments, and they know the dangers of hope. They won't fall victim to it again. Conan tiptoes over to his cello, picking it up as quietly as he can before leaving the room, slipping past the sleeping Hank in his lazyboy chair, TV on some cop show.
Just as he slides the back door open he hears Hank shift in his seat, "You planning on coming back?" He looks over to the pair of eyes peering over at him from the living room.
"Yes. I just wanted to play for a bit." Conan says softly before slipping out into the night chill of the September air. He sets up in the backyard, staring up into the starlit sky, before he raises his bow to his strings. The cello's deep notes are muffled by the rubber mute placed over his bridge, but the notes drift calmly into the serene sky from his softly vibrating strings nonetheless.
He looks up again, releasing his stress into passionate notes, thinking about all these things. Adoption paperwork. First day at a new school. New home. Adoption paperwork. Hope. No hope. Adoption paperwork. Safety. Connor safe. New school. Will they be safe? Finally?
His notes fill the air until Connor taps him on the shoulder. "Morning," he says with a yawn, "time to get ready."
Chapter written by the amazing, the beautiful SpookyKIki
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Lost In Resonace
Fanfictionmultiple gay shits fall in love at the same time ... Junior year is often called "the hardest year of high school." You have to really buckle down and do your work to make sure you get into a good college. For twins Conan and Connor, this school ye...
