l-lonelydancers
(DND AU. tragic gays, but this one's happier!)
Malachi tuned his instrument, strumming a chord before turning to face the audience. He started into his usual performative speech about this being his last song and the one that felt the most personal to this travelling artist, and that this crowd was his best and most energetic crowd and he appreciated them all before starting the song. He knew better than to really scan the crowd, but he couldn't help searching. It had been three long years since that day in the temple, when he held his lover's face and promised him he would find him again...and he couldn't help but keep singing this song in hopes he would find him again.