( It's unusually soft, coming from Esikko, but his suit has been flaring up off and on, and his emotions are in knots. Knots of feelings that have always had the capability to show themselves, but have normally done so in far more unhinged manners. This resort is simultaneously a whole new expanse of worlds opened up to him, and a gilded cage.
Right now, there's this strange juxtaposition of sadness and relief that he can't explain. He doesn't know why it's coming here, with Hiyori, in response to some foreign magic that's nearly wholly useless. It's showy, it's... warm, and it's nice, and it's almost comforting. Useless...?
His heart aches with loneliness even as a small, genuine smile persists, his eyes closing from his own exhaustion. Like this, maybe he can pretend that he's with anyone that he wants to be trying to share warmth with him, with any of the backs he's been chasing for one reason or another. But Hiyori is one of those too, in a way— the false idea of a "friend" that doesn't quite seem right. Familiar, in a way, to one or two relationships from home, to people close to him physically, but only out of obligation.
He thinks that, maybe, he needs to start showing his own worth a little more, to make sure these scraps of company don't vanish completely. )
But your music at the beach was like that, too, you know. ( Kind, from him? His voice is barely above a whisper. ) It felt a little like magic. Not anything like when you speak.
( A light jab, all things considered, to offset the oddity of his kind words. )
The prince's voice sounds softer than usual. Hiyori glances at him, but mainly just sees the top of his head at this angle (blond roots included). Despite the connection, he can't quite grasp what Esikko's feeling. There's some underlying sadness somewhere in there, but at least he doesn't seem worried at the moment, and that's good. While they're like this, it'd be best if he could let his worries melt away.
It comes as a surprise when Esikko brings up the beach concert, the complimenting triggering a little burst of happiness and pride.]
So you were dazzled! ♪
[He sounds audibly pleased to go along with it.]
That just makes it sound like there's something wrong with the way I talk! But I do think songs are the universal language. They have the power to reach people's hearts, lift up their spirits, and speak to something inside themselves that they might not have known how to express. All that could be considered a kind of magic, I suppose. I know that's someone's motto...
[He thinks of "that" unit while staring down at his hand, examining his two remaining gold strings.]
( At the dazzle comment, Esikko just breathes out a little laugh. It's not denial, even if it's also not agreement— but that should be enough, right? He's already said enough of a compliment. Eyes still closed, he at least hums in agreement at the next part; music certainly is a language of its own. )
I do enjoy it, when I can. Could, really... I wasn't allowed out of the palace very often, but music travels a fair amount of distance, so I could hear it from the window during celebrations or festivals.
( He also hums sometimes, when he's writing in his journal, when he's alone, when he wants to focus, or get his mind off of something. But never in company. )
["Wasn't allowed." Now that's sad. He keeps that useless thought to himself for once, alongside any quips about princesses locked in towers, but maybe Esikko can feel the slight pang of sympathy. It's not the same as Eichi-kun watching idols on TV from his hospital bed, but it is sad.
Still.]
Well, here you can listen from up close! It's just a shame there's no proper stage, let alone a concert arena. They seem to offer every kind of entertainment except that. I know there's that dance club, but the music there is a bit too loud if you ask me.
[He sighs in disapproval.
Before immediately imbuing his voice with some more pep.]
But that just means we idols have to make our own entertainment. And I'm able to turn absolutely anywhere into a stage ♪ I'll just have to keep you posted about our next activities!
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( It's unusually soft, coming from Esikko, but his suit has been flaring up off and on, and his emotions are in knots. Knots of feelings that have always had the capability to show themselves, but have normally done so in far more unhinged manners. This resort is simultaneously a whole new expanse of worlds opened up to him, and a gilded cage.
Right now, there's this strange juxtaposition of sadness and relief that he can't explain. He doesn't know why it's coming here, with Hiyori, in response to some foreign magic that's nearly wholly useless. It's showy, it's... warm, and it's nice, and it's almost comforting. Useless...?
His heart aches with loneliness even as a small, genuine smile persists, his eyes closing from his own exhaustion. Like this, maybe he can pretend that he's with anyone that he wants to be trying to share warmth with him, with any of the backs he's been chasing for one reason or another. But Hiyori is one of those too, in a way— the false idea of a "friend" that doesn't quite seem right. Familiar, in a way, to one or two relationships from home, to people close to him physically, but only out of obligation.
He thinks that, maybe, he needs to start showing his own worth a little more, to make sure these scraps of company don't vanish completely. )
But your music at the beach was like that, too, you know. ( Kind, from him? His voice is barely above a whisper. ) It felt a little like magic. Not anything like when you speak.
( A light jab, all things considered, to offset the oddity of his kind words. )
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The prince's voice sounds softer than usual. Hiyori glances at him, but mainly just sees the top of his head at this angle (blond roots included). Despite the connection, he can't quite grasp what Esikko's feeling. There's some underlying sadness somewhere in there, but at least he doesn't seem worried at the moment, and that's good. While they're like this, it'd be best if he could let his worries melt away.
It comes as a surprise when Esikko brings up the beach concert, the complimenting triggering a little burst of happiness and pride.]
So you were dazzled! ♪
[He sounds audibly pleased to go along with it.]
That just makes it sound like there's something wrong with the way I talk! But I do think songs are the universal language. They have the power to reach people's hearts, lift up their spirits, and speak to something inside themselves that they might not have known how to express. All that could be considered a kind of magic, I suppose. I know that's someone's motto...
[He thinks of "that" unit while staring down at his hand, examining his two remaining gold strings.]
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I do enjoy it, when I can. Could, really... I wasn't allowed out of the palace very often, but music travels a fair amount of distance, so I could hear it from the window during celebrations or festivals.
( He also hums sometimes, when he's writing in his journal, when he's alone, when he wants to focus, or get his mind off of something. But never in company. )
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Still.]
Well, here you can listen from up close! It's just a shame there's no proper stage, let alone a concert arena. They seem to offer every kind of entertainment except that. I know there's that dance club, but the music there is a bit too loud if you ask me.
[He sighs in disapproval.
Before immediately imbuing his voice with some more pep.]
But that just means we idols have to make our own entertainment. And I'm able to turn absolutely anywhere into a stage ♪ I'll just have to keep you posted about our next activities!