The music itself startles him, coming out of the tiny earpieces as if he is actually sitting in an auditorium listening to an orchestra and choir. He is not entirely sure how something this small can produce such a sound, nearly identical, no more so, than sitting front-row at a performance.
Slowly, Ciel's lips part. He sits, stunned, staring off at nothing at all, and the hand that had risen clenches into a fist then drops back to his thigh. It may or may not be easy to tell what he is hearing--easy for Shinji because Shinji knows it so well--by the mild changes in his expression. Brow up and face shocked, then brow down, face pinched, lips and eye grave.] This--
[The music keeps going. He can't even hear himself speak at all over it really, only feel the rumble in his throat.
The somber, slower portion. He sits and stares as if he's attending a funeral.
The crescendo into majesty. It changes his face completely.]
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Boy is he wrong.
The music itself startles him, coming out of the tiny earpieces as if he is actually sitting in an auditorium listening to an orchestra and choir. He is not entirely sure how something this small can produce such a sound, nearly identical, no more so, than sitting front-row at a performance.
Slowly, Ciel's lips part. He sits, stunned, staring off at nothing at all, and the hand that had risen clenches into a fist then drops back to his thigh. It may or may not be easy to tell what he is hearing--easy for Shinji because Shinji knows it so well--by the mild changes in his expression. Brow up and face shocked, then brow down, face pinched, lips and eye grave.] This--
[The music keeps going. He can't even hear himself speak at all over it really, only feel the rumble in his throat.
The somber, slower portion. He sits and stares as if he's attending a funeral.
The crescendo into majesty. It changes his face completely.]