( feel the rhythms hear the voices )

[deriving]

[ and suddenly there's a stillness that settles over Shibuya like a blanket of snow on the ground, muffling every sound, stifling every sight. but then there's an explosion of light and sound and color and Shibuya almost sounds like it's screaming. Sho's so exhausted that the rush of energy and power is almost too much for him to take; reigning

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[icanhasgummi]

[ Sora feels pretty exhausted and he wastes no time in following after Sho, not collapsing on top of him, but nearby, curling up beside him. he's not traumatized or crying, but tired. he's helped Sho achieve what they were trying to. he knows this is a good thing. so after he takes a breather, he looks at him carefully, trying to gauge the reaction.

is the power going to turn him power-hungry (well, more than he was before)? he hopes not. he knows what'll have to happen if he is. he closes his eyes again, breathing in deep. he probably needs a few minutes to himself, so Sora, now experienced in the UG and its secrets, tries toning down his Music. it might be too loud for him to hear his own thoughts. ]

[deriving]

[ it's hard to say exactly how Sho's taking it, he's just laying there grinning to himself, breathing a little hard, almost maniacal over how the whole beat is his beat, it's all coming from him. he's in complete control. he stares up at the ceiling and it changes to tessellating patterns, flawlessly calculated. and then he glances toward Sora and laughs, rolling over to face him. no words, he doesn't even need words, the Music speaks for itself. we did it. ]

[icanhasgummi]

[ and there comes Sora's bright-as-sunshine grin, truly happy. though he jolts a little, and looks surprised. His own Music changes in turn to fit in with Sho's. it's not so different, still as passionate and joyful as ever, but there's an undertone of complexity, duty, and responsibility, and there's a new current that passes through him as the duty of Conductor shifts. it leaves him breathless and holding his head. and he's the first to speak. ]

W-we actually... whoah.

[deriving]

We did it. [ his smirk widens. and you better be listening close to that hoarse voice over the Music, you're only going to hear this plural possessive come out of his mouth once. ] Shibuya's ours.

[ and then he's just going to move those hands aside so can hold his head instead, looking him right in the eye, truly happy. keeping little miss princess around really paid off, he's earned some better treatment (but only a little bit). ]