It was strange, but the moment Spike sang, Nicolas was certain. Not because of the words themselves, because he didn't even pay attention at first, but the way he held himself, the way his face moved. Add glasses, take off a couple of years and a lot of bleach and there he was, little William. Cute William, who'd compliment his music, always gentle, always sweet. Too sweet for the world and apparently the world had caught up with him.
Nicolas just watched him, watched his lips move and listened, subconsciously adding to the music, but mostly just taking in the moment. The lyrics, he should probably have paid attention sooner. William had to have written them himself, he knew that much. It didn't occur to Nicolas even for a moment that the song could be about him, but he felt satisfied. He had clearly been right.
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Date: 2015-10-03 09:36 pm (UTC)Nicolas just watched him, watched his lips move and listened, subconsciously adding to the music, but mostly just taking in the moment. The lyrics, he should probably have paid attention sooner. William had to have written them himself, he knew that much. It didn't occur to Nicolas even for a moment that the song could be about him, but he felt satisfied. He had clearly been right.