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Hannibal's House (which might as well be Jono's house), Monday Morning
Jono had woken up this morning, done all of his usual 'waking up in the morning' things. Stretched. Worked out. Showered. Made disgruntled faces at himself in the bathroom mirror. Listened to the news.

...

Hit up the internet again to confirm the news, ignoring the fact that these days, he was still pretending to have no idea how.

...

And then he immediately retreated downstairs to pick up his guitar and play Ziggy Stardust. It was what he'd been playing when he'd met the man, and... look... this sucked. He could sulk into his music for a while if he bloody well wanted to.

[OOC: ... He couldn't not have a reaction to this, and neither could I. Open for monumental slowplay, since I'm leaving for work in ten minutes.]

never_dull

2016-01-11 03:38 pm (UTC) (Link)

Hannibal handled his own morning routine to give Jono a bit of time. He largely pretended no knowledge of pop culture the same way Jono pretended not to know the internet, but even he had to admit he'd heard of David Bowie. And not only from the man's resemblance to his uncle or Jono's dalliance with him.

Eventually, he made a bit of coffee and headed downstairs to listen to the music.

furnaceface

2016-01-11 11:25 pm (UTC) (Link)

Jono gave Hannibal a little nod as he entered the room, to acknowledge that he'd seen him come in, but didn't speak until he'd finished playing the last of the song.

Ziggy played guitar...

And then he sort of just... slouched a little.

//Bloody hell.//

Jonothon hated Mondays.

never_dull

2016-01-12 01:14 am (UTC) (Link)

Hannibal put his hand on Jono's shoulder. "He was quite influential, wasn't he? And you thought very highly of him."

furnaceface

2016-01-12 01:20 am (UTC) (Link)

//Very influential,// Jono agreed. //Very highly.//

He drummed his fingers on the body of his guitar, and then gave his shoulders a shrug.

//He was one of my heroes, you know? Told the world that it wasn't bad to be strange. That it was something to embrace.//

never_dull

2016-01-12 01:36 am (UTC) (Link)

Hannibal smiled. "I approve. And I'm pleased you had that."

furnaceface

2016-01-12 02:01 am (UTC) (Link)

//Yeah,// Jono murmured, leaning back a little, toward Hannibal. //Yeah, so am I.//

It still sucked, though.

//... Want to hear another one?//

never_dull

2016-01-12 02:36 am (UTC) (Link)

"If you want to play it," Hannibal answered. "If you think it would be a fitting memorial."

furnaceface

2016-01-12 02:47 am (UTC) (Link)

//I think nothing would make a better, more fitting memorial than making music.//

Jonothon tilted his head a little, and then closed his eyes.

//Making... anything, really.// He paused a moment, and then looked back up again. //... Up for having a go at the harpsichord?//

never_dull

2016-01-12 03:05 am (UTC) (Link)

Hannibal stroked Jono's hair. "If you don't mind improvisations; I'm afraid I don't know any of his music that well."

furnaceface

2016-01-12 03:12 am (UTC) (Link)

//Doesn't have to be his,// Jono murmured, setting his guitar down and standing up, turning to wrap his arms around Hannibal. //We could just... compose. Create. Do our own thing. Be strange.//

He would've wanted it that way.

never_dull

2016-01-12 03:16 am (UTC) (Link)

Hannibal settled his hands on Jono's hips, rubbing soothing circles with his thumbs. "In that case, I accept. Let's go be strange."

furnaceface

2016-01-12 03:27 am (UTC) (Link)

Jono nodded, pressed his forehead against Hannibal's for a moment, and then leaned back again to reach for his guitar.

//We can both improvise, do whatever comes naturally. Find a harmony or be dissonant or whatever the hell works best for us. Make noise together. Make music together.//

never_dull

2016-01-12 03:31 am (UTC) (Link)

"Be ourselves together," Hannibal said. "As much as you're comfortable with." He tugged lightly at Jono's bandages in question.

furnaceface

2016-01-12 03:42 am (UTC) (Link)

//As much as I...//

Jono's own hand reached up, fingertips tracing over that black leather that hid the rest of him from the world.

That was... sort of the point...

//Help me get them off?//

never_dull

2016-01-12 03:56 am (UTC) (Link)

Hannibal held out his hand for the bandages' edge and started winding it, letting Jono do the work of unwrapping. "You should do it yourself, but I will be here to support you."

furnaceface

2016-01-12 04:07 am (UTC) (Link)

Jono nodded and set to work, unwinding his wrappings almost as though it was some sort of ritual, letting the flames spill out around him. The going was slower than it usually was, though there was a certain sort of determination to it.

It was good to be strange.

Unabashedly.

Unashamedly.

//Thank you.//

never_dull

2016-01-12 04:09 am (UTC) (Link)

Hannibal smiled and kissed the edge of Jono's cheek, flesh and flame both. "Always."