[There’s no real reason for the radio to play anything. Henry’s focus is so departed from it, lost within Alec instead, that it’s a wonder the illusion is bothering to hold at all. All he cares about is him — this kiss, this moment, how anchored he feels this close to him.
But maybe it was their prior discussion of music and sentimental memories that pulls forth something from his own mind, unbidden. His own subconscious, now let loose of its reins just long enough to affect their surroundings.
In this case, yes, the radio plays. As Henry raises a hand to rest at the back of Alec’s neck, as he deepens the kiss as though he’s been deprived of oxygen and the other man is providing it, it warbles such a distant, faint sound. The melody of a song, washing over the moment subtly, but eventually, as it grows louder, it becomes clearer. Slowly, slowly.
He supposes he can’t make the argument that he never liked any music, for how easily it upended his abilities. Not that he’s even thinking about that now.]
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But maybe it was their prior discussion of music and sentimental memories that pulls forth something from his own mind, unbidden. His own subconscious, now let loose of its reins just long enough to affect their surroundings.
In this case, yes, the radio plays. As Henry raises a hand to rest at the back of Alec’s neck, as he deepens the kiss as though he’s been deprived of oxygen and the other man is providing it, it warbles such a distant, faint sound. The melody of a song, washing over the moment subtly, but eventually, as it grows louder, it becomes clearer. Slowly, slowly.
He supposes he can’t make the argument that he never liked any music, for how easily it upended his abilities. Not that he’s even thinking about that now.]