Two People in the Hall - Vocaloid 神威がくぽx巡音ルカ

💜💗💜💗💜 Story 💗💜💗💜💗 It was past ten o'clock by the time the banquet set wrapped. The crew finished packing up, one or two at a time. At the door, the photographer glanced back at the two figures in the hall, said nothing, left the last corridor light on for them, and quietly closed the door. The hall set hadn't been taken down yet. The wisteria and jack-o'-lanterns stayed where they were, the electric candles on the chandelier still glowing, a few purple flames flickering softly in the corners. Both of them were still in their shoot costumes. Gakupo's black-and-gold court coat was immaculate, the amethyst brooch on his chest glinting in the candlelight; Luka's purple-and-black lace skirt lay spread in layers, the jeweled sash still draped over her shoulder. "Everyone's gone," Luka said. "Mm." "You could go change, you know." "So could you." They looked at each other. Neither of them moved. "Actually," Gakupo began, "the assistant asked if I wanted to wrap up with everyone, and I said I still had to tidy up the props." Luka raised an eyebrow. "Tidy up which props?" "...The candles." "Those are electric." "So I have to make sure they don't turn themselves off." Luka couldn't help laughing. "Me too. I told the photographer I wanted to look at today's proofs again. I finished going through them ages ago." "So we were both lying." "We were both looking for excuses," she said softly. The hall was quiet, with only the faint crackle of the chandelier's candle flames. Purple petals still drifted down from above, landing on her shoulder, and on his sleeve. "Your ears are red," Luka said. "It's the lighting." "The lights here are purple. Your ears are red." Gakupo said nothing for a few seconds. His shoulders eased down bit by bit, and a faint smile rose at the corner of his mouth. "These three days of shooting, I've thought about a lot of things," he said. "I used to think guarding the door was my job, and that keeping watch alone was no big deal. But tonight, I wanted to save this time for you, and not have anyone interrupt it." Luka moved closer, her voice very small. "Me too. After the candy shop closes, I'm used to turning off the lights by myself. But tonight, I want someone with me, so I can leave them on." "Then don't turn them off." "Don't?" "Let them stay lit," Gakupo said, gazing at the room full of candlelight and petals. "We'll change tomorrow. Tonight, let's take our time." From somewhere far outside came the faint, warm sound of children celebrating early. A paper bat poked its head out of Gakupo's sleeve, circled the hall halfway, and tactfully settled beside a jack-o'-lantern, careful not to disturb them. The clock passed eleven, then eleven-thirty. This time, it was them. They simply weren't ready for it to end.