"Woah woah woah! Xen, what's this?" Maxciel asked excitedly as he held out an electric guitar case with a piece of white tape reading 'property of Xenith' on top.
"Have you never seen a guitar?" Xenith asked with a scoff.
"Wait, no not like that, I mean, can I see you play?" He asked with an embarrassed blush, for a moment he'd forgotten how literal Xenith tended to be.
Honestly, even if Xenith told him no, he knew he was definitely gonna hound him until he caved in and eventually played something for him. Maxciel wouldn't even mind if he played fucking Mary had a little lamb because imagine this, Xenith amped up on adrenaline skillfully strumming the sexiest type of guitar they even make, electric guitars, eventually his soft skin would glisten with sweat, run down his neck and he'd get to watch it drip through the collar he so desperately wanted to remove. Anyways, in short, watching Xenith play a guitar would be so hot! Just thinking about it got him a bit hot and bothered.
"What song," Xenith asked much to Maxciel's surprise.
"Anything you know" Maxciel answered just a little too quickly.
Xenith sighed and pulled the guitar out of the case. It was pink with a glossy sheen finish. Honestly pink was the last color Maxciel expected it to be, it didn't seem like a very Xenith kind of color but the gap moe kinda made really cute rather than hot. There were a couple hello kitty stickers that seemed old and a bit weathered on the body which just made Maxciel wanna melt (and make out with Xenith intensely but he felt that one at basically every second of the day).
"I like this one" he said as he quickly played each string making sure it was in tune.
He then began to strum "Clare de lune" by Debussy. That definitely wasn't the song he was expecting to hear played on that electric guitar. And it definitely didn't turn him on like he expected. Barely a minute into the song he felt a tear roll down his cheek as he stared floored at Xenith as he played.
"It's still prettier on piano" Xenith said with a frown as he put his guitar away.
"And don't cry, it's just music you fool" Xenith added and used to thumb to wipe the tear from Maxciel's cheek.
"Is this song supposed to be lonely?" Maxciel asked his voice a mumble.
"I suppose that's the magic of classical music, it can be any emotion you want, lonely, hopeful, and every single person will interpret it a different way. It's not like that with modern music. To me at least, it feels as though that music tells each and every person how it feels, there's no room for difference and interpretation. It's still good of course, I just have my preferences" Xenith answered. The answer was both detailed and vague. A skill only Xenith seemed to possess.
"I never expected you to play an instrument" Maxciel commented.
"So villains can't have hobbies?" Xenith raised an eyebrow.
"No not that, it's just I didn't expect *you* to play an instrument, not as a generalization" Maxciel shook his head.
"Ah I see. I don't think guitar suits me either. I would've rather learned piano or perhaps a harpsichord but he liked the guitar" Xenith muttered.
"Who's 'he'?" Maxciel asked in confusion.
"No one important" Xenith sighed his gaze complicated.
"He doesn't have to be important for you to tell me. I just want to know everything about you and your life" Maxciel smiled.
"It doesn't matter if I tell you or not. It's not like you knew him" Xenith glared angrily at Maxciel, clearly getting pissed off by Maxciel's questions
"Now leave me be, and take this wretched thing from me" Xenith grit his teeth and carelessly handed off the guitar to Maxciel before storming off.
Maxciel couldn't help but wonder, who was this person that just by mentioning could bring so much emotion to Xenith's stoic face. Could arouse so much… he couldn't even tell honestly, there seemed to be so many emotions pressed into those words and expressions. Ones he's certain he's never once felt in his life, ones he wouldn't be able to identify even in a million lifetimes. Maxciel was certain there weren't even words within the English dictionary that could describe the look on Xen's face. That thought made Maxciel's heart ache. He could only wonder, what had this 'he' done to Xenith to evoke this?