THE DECENT PRINCESS
FIRA'S POV
We laughed the whole night. I was telling him the story of how we met, how we became like this. Everything about us. Until he decided to get up, went to the piano and played it.
There was an incomparable spark in his eyes. The true gladness.
"What’s your favorite song?" Pyro was sitting at the front of the piano, trying to hit the piano. He was listening to the differences of this.
I ran and sat beside him. "I don’t know about music. You can play whatever you want...playing with your heart."
He gave me a big smile. He grabbed my hand and kissed it.
"You? What’s your favorite song?"
"Nothing. Every minute, our taste in music can change. But I have a favorite noise." His smile became a smirk.
"What’s that?"
"Your mouth’s noise." He chuckled adorably.
In the middle of him playing the piano, we heard a loud sound of knocking on the door. Pyro did not want to respond or open it.
"Maybe that's an emergency?"