Kesombongan dalam Diam - Vocaloid 神威がくぽx巡音ルカ

💜💗💜💗💜 Story 💗💜💗💜💗 Pride in Silence After the five-minute break, the studio became busy again. The staff removed the black carved chair and replaced it with a deep black velvet sofa. Its armrests were intricately carved and edged with silver metal accents. Together with the dark purple backdrop and a few deliberately dimmed lights, the scene felt like the private sitting room of some ancient castle. The director walked up to the two of them with a tablet. "For the next set, we're shooting the sofa scene." Luka looked at the sofa. "How do you want to arrange this one?" "Luka, you sit on the sofa with your body turned slightly to one side. Keep the pose natural. You can rest your hand on the armrest," the director said, gesturing to show the composition. Then he turned to Gakupo. "Gakupo, you stand behind the sofa, close to Luka. Lean forward a little so the two of you are closer, but don't press right up against each other." Gakupo nodded. "Understood." "Also, both of you keep that cold look from earlier. Especially you, Gakupo. Don't smile. Keep your eyes indifferent, like you're not interested in anything." Luka couldn't help looking at Gakupo. "Dead fish eyes again?" "Exactly," the director answered without hesitation. Gakupo blinked calmly. "I'll keep it in mind." A staff member smoothed Luka's skirt so the black fabric draped naturally over the sofa. Her long pink hair was gently brushed to one side, a few strands falling over her chest, and her silver earrings and necklace glinted faintly under the lights. Gakupo took his place behind the sofa. His black Gothic coat was sharply tailored, the silver metal ornaments on the shoulders and chest creating a striking layered contrast. His long purple hair hung down from behind his shoulders, and the locks in front of his ears ran down along both sides of his face, all the way to his waist. "Very good. Gakupo, a bit closer." He moved forward. His hands rested naturally on the backrest on either side of the sofa, his body leaning slightly forward so that his silhouette formed an elegant outline behind Luka. His face was not far from Luka's head. Yet his expression didn't change at all. His purple eyes gazed calmly at the camera. There was no hint of a smile around his eyes, only a coldness, as if he were indifferent to everything before him. Luka sat on the sofa. She turned slightly to the side, one hand on the armrest and the other resting naturally on her lap. Her deep blue eyes looked straight ahead, her expression equally cold. Their silver accessories formed delicate points of light against the dark background. "Great!" The photographer raised his camera. "Gakupo, lean a little closer to Luka." Gakupo complied. He lowered his head slightly, his purple hair sliding down over his shoulder, one side of it nearly hanging beside Luka's shoulder. Luka didn't turn around. She simply held her pose, looking indifferently at the camera. Click! Click! The shutter sounded several times in a row. The director watched the monitor and nodded in satisfaction. "Excellent! The expressions are spot on this time!" He zoomed in on the photo. On screen, Luka sat on the black sofa looking haughty and cold, while Gakupo stood behind her, leaning in slightly with his hands on either side of the sofa, creating a composition that was imposing yet elegant. Neither of them was smiling. There was no hint of intimacy in their expressions. There were only dark Gothic costumes, silver metal accessories, and two nearly emotionless faces. "One more set," the director said. He thought for a moment, then made a new request. "Luka, lift your chin a little. Gakupo, lower your head more, and don't look at the camera. Look at Luka instead." The two readjusted their poses. Gakupo lowered his head. His purple eyes rested on Luka's profile. Luka lifted her chin slightly, still keeping her cold expression. "Good, hold it!" The photographer quickly took the shot. Click! But just before the next shutter sound, Luka suddenly asked in a voice only Gakupo could hear: "Doesn't your neck hurt?" Gakupo kept his face perfectly blank. "No." "Really?" "Mm." "But you keep your head down the whole time." Gakupo was silent for a moment. "It's part of the job." Luka almost burst out laughing. She hurriedly turned her gaze back to the camera, trying hard to keep her cold face. Gakupo didn't show a smile either. The two of them still held the expressions the director wanted, flawlessly. But the photographer sharply noticed something off. "Great! We got this one too!" He looked at the screen. In the photo, Gakupo was still the picture of a standard cold face, and Luka kept her haughty look. But on closer inspection, there was a barely noticeable curve at the corner of Luka's mouth. "Luka, were you about to laugh again just now?" "No." She answered very quickly. Gakupo remained expressionless. "She wasn't." The director looked at the two of them, then at the screen. "...Gakupo, you don't need to defend her." Luka finally couldn't hold it in and lowered her head, her shoulders trembling slightly. Gakupo simply straightened up slowly, still keeping that cold face. The director sighed helplessly. "Forget it, we'll keep this set for now. It's surprisingly good." The staff couldn't help laughing. And during the pause in shooting, Gakupo leaned down a little toward Luka's ear. "Didn't you say you wouldn't laugh?" Luka looked up and glared at him. "It's all because of you!" Gakupo finally let a little smile show. "Sorry." "You're not apologizing at all." "You caught me." Luka looked at him helplessly. Just a moment ago, in front of the camera, he had looked so cold, as if he had no feelings at all, and now he could casually tease her as if nothing had happened. She couldn't help wondering. How did this person manage to be a completely different person in front of the camera and in private? Meanwhile, the director had already started flipping through the compositions for the next set. It seemed that today's dark Gothic magazine shoot still had quite a few tasks in store to test their expression control. --- Indonesia Setelah istirahat lima menit berakhir, studio kembali sibuk. Para staf memindahkan kursi hitam berukir itu dan menggantinya dengan sofa beludru hitam pekat. Sandaran tangannya berukir halus dengan tepi berhiaskan logam perak. Dipadukan dengan latar kain ungu tua dan beberapa lampu yang sengaja diredupkan, suasananya terasa seperti ruang pribadi di sebuah kastil kuno. Sang sutradara membawa tablet dan menghampiri keduanya. "Untuk sesi berikutnya, kita akan memotret adegan sofa." Luka memandang sofa itu. "Kali ini bagaimana pengaturannya?" "Luka, kamu duduk di sofa dengan tubuh sedikit menyamping, posenya yang alami saja. Tanganmu boleh diletakkan di sandaran," kata sang sutradara sambil memperagakan komposisinya. Lalu ia berpaling ke Gakupo. "Gakupo, kamu berdiri di belakang sofa, dekat dengan Luka. Condongkan badan sedikit ke depan supaya jarak kalian lebih dekat, tapi jangan sampai menempel sepenuhnya." Gakupo mengangguk. "Mengerti." "Satu lagi, kalian berdua pertahankan kesan dingin seperti tadi. Terutama kamu, Gakupo. Jangan tersenyum. Tatapannya harus datar, seolah tidak tertarik pada apa pun." Luka tak tahan untuk menoleh ke Gakupo. "Mata ikan mati lagi?" "Tepat sekali," jawab sang sutradara tanpa ragu. Gakupo berkedip dengan tenang. "Akan saya perhatikan." Seorang staf merapikan ujung rok Luka agar kain hitamnya jatuh alami di atas sofa. Rambut panjang merah mudanya disibakkan lembut ke satu sisi, beberapa helai jatuh di dadanya, sementara anting dan kalung peraknya berkilau samar di bawah cahaya lampu. Gakupo pun berdiri di belakang sofa. Mantel Gothic hitamnya dipotong rapi dan tajam, dengan hiasan logam perak di bahu dan dada yang menciptakan lapisan kontras yang mencolok. Rambut panjang ungunya terurai dari balik bahu, sementara helaian rambut di depan kedua telinganya memanjang di sisi wajah hingga ke pinggang. "Bagus, Gakupo, lebih dekat sedikit lagi." Ia melangkah maju. Kedua tangannya bertumpu alami pada sandaran sofa di kedua sisi, tubuhnya condong sedikit ke depan sehingga siluetnya membentuk garis yang anggun di belakang Luka. Wajahnya tidak jauh dari kepala Luka. Namun ekspresinya sama sekali tidak berubah. Mata ungunya menatap kamera dengan tenang. Tak ada senyum di antara alis dan matanya, hanya kedinginan yang seolah tak peduli pada segala hal di hadapannya. Luka duduk di sofa. Ia memiringkan badan sedikit, satu tangan bertumpu di sandaran dan tangan lainnya diletakkan alami di pangkuan. Mata biru tuanya menatap lurus ke depan, ekspresinya sama dinginnya. Aksesori perak keduanya membentuk titik-titik cahaya halus di latar yang gelap. "Bagus!" Sang fotografer mengangkat kameranya. "Gakupo, condongkan badan sedikit lagi ke arah Luka." Gakupo menurut. Ia menundukkan kepala sedikit, rambut ungunya meluncur turun dari bahu, dan salah satu sisinya nyaris menjuntai di samping bahu Luka. Luka tidak menoleh. Ia hanya mempertahankan posenya, menatap kamera dengan datar. Klik! Klik! Bunyi rana terdengar beberapa kali berturut-turut. Sang sutradara memandangi layar monitor dan mengangguk puas. "Bagus sekali! Ekspresi kali ini pas banget!" Ia memperbesar foto itu. Di layar, Luka duduk di sofa hitam dengan raut angkuh dan dingin, sementara Gakupo berdiri di belakangnya, sedikit membungkuk mendekat dengan kedua tangan di kedua sisi sofa, membentuk komposisi yang terasa menekan namun tetap anggun. Keduanya tidak tersenyum. Tak ada ekspresi mesra sedikit pun. Yang ada hanya kostum Gothic gelap, aksesori logam perak, dan dua wajah yang nyaris tanpa emosi. "Satu sesi lagi," kata sang sutradara. Ia berpikir sejenak, lalu mengajukan permintaan baru. "Luka, angkat dagumu sedikit. Gakupo, tundukkan kepalamu lebih rendah, dan jangan lihat kamera. Lihat Luka saja." Keduanya menyesuaikan pose. Gakupo menundukkan kepala. Mata ungunya jatuh pada wajah Luka dari samping. Luka mengangkat dagunya sedikit, tetap mempertahankan ekspresi dingin. "Bagus, tahan!" Sang fotografer dengan cepat mengambil gambar. Klik! Namun, tepat sebelum rana berbunyi lagi, Luka tiba-tiba bertanya dengan suara kecil yang hanya bisa didengar Gakupo: "Lehermu nggak pegal?" Gakupo tetap mempertahankan wajah tanpa ekspresi. "Tidak." "Beneran?" "Hm." "Tapi kamu menunduk terus, lho." Gakupo terdiam sesaat. "Tuntutan pekerjaan." Luka nyaris tertawa. Ia buru-buru mengembalikan pandangannya ke kamera, berusaha keras mempertahankan wajah dinginnya. Gakupo pun tidak menunjukkan senyum sedikit pun. Keduanya tetap menjaga ekspresi yang diminta sutradara dengan sempurna. Tetapi sang fotografer dengan jeli menangkap sesuatu yang janggal. "Bagus! Yang ini juga dapat!" Ia menatap layar. Di foto itu, Gakupo tetap berwajah dingin standar, dan Luka mempertahankan raut angkuhnya. Namun jika diamati dengan saksama, ada lengkungan tipis di sudut bibir Luka yang nyaris tak terlihat. "Luka, tadi kamu mau tertawa lagi, ya?" "Tidak." Ia menjawab dengan sangat cepat. Gakupo tetap tanpa ekspresi. "Dia tidak." Sang sutradara memandang keduanya, lalu memandang layar. "...Gakupo, kamu tidak perlu membelanya." Luka akhirnya tak tahan lagi dan menundukkan kepala, bahunya bergetar pelan. Gakupo hanya menegakkan tubuhnya perlahan, masih dengan wajah dingin itu. Sang sutradara menghela napas pasrah. "Sudahlah, sesi ini kita simpan dulu. Hasilnya ternyata lumayan bagus." Para staf tak kuasa menahan tawa. Dan saat pemotretan dijeda, Gakupo sedikit membungkuk ke dekat telinga Luka. "Bukannya tadi kamu bilang tidak akan tertawa?" Luka mendongak dan melotot padanya. "Itu kan gara-gara kamu!" Akhirnya Gakupo menampakkan sedikit senyum. "Maaf." "Kamu sama sekali nggak minta maaf." "Ketahuan, ya." Luka menatapnya dengan pasrah. Padahal tadi di depan kamera ia tampak begitu dingin seolah tak punya perasaan, tapi sekarang ia bisa menggodanya dengan santai seolah tak terjadi apa-apa. Ia tak bisa menahan diri untuk bertanya-tanya dalam hati. Bagaimana orang ini bisa menjadi pribadi yang sama sekali berbeda di depan kamera dan di balik layar? Sementara itu, sang sutradara sudah mulai membolak-balik komposisi untuk sesi berikutnya. Sepertinya, pemotretan majalah bertema Gothic gelap hari ini masih menyimpan cukup banyak tantangan untuk menguji kendali ekspresi mereka.