PUCK X FIDDLER

"Puck... We can't keep doing this" said the Fiddler in a husky voice, head resting on Pucks shoulder.

"F...Fiddler!" Puck cried, softly... "I can't live without you... But you just... hmm.." He hesitated, hands idly playing with the brown locks of hair that fell from the Fiddlers hat.

The Fiddlers head lifted to meet the lovers gaze, searching the boys sorrowful gaze for the rest of his sentence. In those brown eyes he saw hesitance, hurt, and adoration. If he could just look for a bit longer, dig a little deeper--

"I can't listen to you play anymore." Puck stated, turning away from the Fiddler using a hand to separate their gaze. "I... it's so beautiful but..." He sighed, shoulders drooping.

"But?" The Fiddler repeated, gently tugging the boys hand down to meet his eyes again. A beat passed before Puck continued.

"When I... I listen to you play... I can't hear anything but that melody the whole next day. A-and I'm not saying it's a bad one! But... I need to participate in the meeting every once in a while, lest the village get suspicious of my true intent. And being bad at charades really isn't helping." He wheezed out a laugh, bringing the skilled hand of the Fiddler up to his teary cheek. "I wish it didn't have to be like this" Puck murmured.

"...Yeah."