Lyall watched closely for a moment as some tall fellow sidled up beside Hild on their way out. Which was innocuous enough, he supposed, but he still didn't like it one bit. He made a note to...do something about that sometime. Or to at least just keep an eye out for that going forward.
The lights dimmed, and some slow melodramatic pop song about romance played softly on the speakers overhead. He shook his head as he milled about to find a table. This whole event was exhausting-- and this was coming from someone who thrived on social interaction!
He at first assumed it no longer mattered where they sat, so long as it was with their "final match" of course. But, catching sight of a bouquet of lavender on one of the tables made him reconsider that. Because, he liked lavender quite a bit, and so far nothing on this island was without intent. Leaning sideways to examine it, he found a large bundle of red roses tucked into the same vase.
"Hello again, soulmate. I knew you'd come back to me," Alan said beside him with a silly smile.
Lyall cracked a grin. "My dear," he greeted playfully as he pulled out a chair for Alan, "nothing but divine intervention could keep us apart."
"You're too kind. Thank you," Alan said as he sat down, but then motioned for Lyall to sit across from him. "Please. Join me. We have a romantic date to follow up on."
As he obliged and took the other seat, the window shades behind him mechanically rolled down, further darkening the room.
Strangely enough, Lyall found himself blanking on conversation. He glanced off, still...really quite uncomfortable from when everyone's picks were revealed. Especially those who weren't matched. None of this should be taken seriously, but there was some legitimate baring of souls here and there, and it just... It all made him feel gross.
Not to mention the concept of dating here itself, when there was still Kaya back home, who had all his love, and was no doubt tuning in when she could. Despite the absurdity of it all, and how cliche it was of him, the Valemteens theme of this whole event made him especially sick for her company.
"All jokes aside, I'm actually quite relieved that we picked each other. I can only imagine the tough spot you were in to have to pick someone even when you're in a committed relationship. But if the DMV wants entertainment, then I'm happy to give it to them in this silly way," Alan said, diving right into conversation.
Turning back to his "match", Lyall mustered a relieved grin. "Agreed. I greatly appreciate it."
"How is Kaya doing, anyways? Hopefully you get to talk to her often, and the time zone difference isn't too staggering," Alan said with a friendly smile.
"She's really quite well," Lyall answered, trying to breathe out the rest of the tension in his chest. "We mostly catch each other in the odd hours, but it's working alright so far." The next smile came easier, and more relaxed. "She's recently been commissioned to put together a mural for the art institute she previously attended. She's excited, it's a great opportunity for her."
"A mural? That's fantastic. What is she painting? I'm still waiting for you to show me more of her works," Alan said with a wider smile.
"From the sound of it, she's got all sorts of ideas that she needs to parse through." Lyall huffed a laugh. "Remind me later to show you, then, I have a whole album that you can look through!"
"I will," Alan said eagerly. "I love seeing art, but hearing about the artist makes it even better. After all, they can tell the story of the piece that makes the art come to life. I admire how artists are able to do that on a tangible medium."
Nodding, Lyall agreed in earnest, "She's gifted like that."
"She mostly dabbles in paints, correct?" Alan asked.
"Yes," Lyall said, "but a good variety of paint types, which I feel is no small feat."
Alan nodded, still smiling. "It's refreshing to hear that the Ashlunds are knowledgeable in the arts. You with the piano, Hild with the cello, and future Kaya Ashlund with paints."
Mirroring Alan's expression, Lyall tilted his head slightly with confusion. "I never mentioned I played piano...?"
"Ah. Right," Alan said with a chuckle. "Hild mentioned it to me in passing." He paused. "But also, you took the keyboard krok charm, which I was two seconds away from taking before you took it first, by the way."
Lyall blinked. Then barked a laugh when that wretched shoe store came back to mind.
"I completely forgot," he murmured to himself. Then cleared his throat and said aloud, "Ah, yes. But I'll have you know I picked those at random. You can't be so sure that the keyboard charm was indicative of any real musical inclination."
Alan chuckled, shaking his hand out in front of him like he was dismissing the thought. "Nonsense. If it was at random, then I think the coincidence is too good to be true, and I'd like to explore it. I'd love to hear you play sometime. You can play hot cross buns, and I'd still be floored, because it came from you. I don't think music is about talent, anyways. It's about feeling. It's about expression. It's what you put into it-- not what you put out."
"Spoken like a true artiste," Lyall mused. He leaned back, arms folded loosely, and gave Alan a pointed grin. "One of actual talent."
"Please. I just have too much time on my hands. I live to entertain," Alan said with a smile.
"Well, if that's the case, we should perform together sometime," Lyall offered. "My piano-playing skills are a little too rusty to immediately put to the test, I think. But I'd be more than happy to lend my voice."
Alan hummed. "I don't know if I've told you yet, but I used to work at a dueling piano bar on weekends. Basically, it involves two pianists playing and singing together, taking song requests for tips." A pause. "Anyways, that helped me learn to improvise and learn faster, and you reminded me of it. If you sing too, and we both play... well, then it sounds like we're in a piano duel, doesn't it?"
Lyall couldn't help but snort. Alan Alvaro could not take a hint, apparently.
"Well, sadly, I wasn't gifted a keyboard of any sort, so I'll need to usurp yours for practice," he said.
Alan was quiet for a moment, mulling this over. "Maybe I can move it to the living room. That way we both have easy access to it."
"A perfect solution," Lyall agreed.
"Now I just need to find either another keyboard or, somehow, another grand piano. We have access to both, but it'd be far too silly to play an electric keyboard next to a grand piano," Alan said, now thinking out loud.
"Perhaps there's another grand piano in one of the plaza bars," Lyall suggested, really only half-serious. "We can just steal that."
"Maybe. That sounds like it'd be hard to move. Plus, it'd have to get on the stage. Somehow," Alan said, seeming to take this suggestion quite seriously.
Lyall felt his amusement grow as he studied Alan.
"No, between the two of us?" he continued, tone mildly teasing. "And perhaps Cyrin, since I'm sure they could be convinced, we could nab that thing in a jiffy. We're all strapping young blokes. That piano doesn't stand a chance!"
Alan stared at Lyall blankly for a few seconds.
"What if we make a trio instead? You play piano, I play violin, and Hild plays the cello," Alan suggested. "That way we don't have to move anything."
Lyall bit back a laugh. "I'm amenable to the idea."
"Or maybe we start a band instead. Cyrin plays the drums, after all. We can turn our cabin to a garage band," Alan went on.
"Whatever you want," Lyall agreed with an amicable grin.
Alan let out a soft hum, now fiddling with the bouquet of roses in front of him. "Or maybe I play, and you sing," he offered instead.
Hm. Perhaps it wasn't being slow to the game, so much as a hesitation.
Lyall gently countered, "Or we just keep it loose, play it by ear. Change it up when we want."
"Going a step further, maybe we don't plan practices at all. But if I break into song while you're going down the stairs one day, you should know that this is an ad hoc practice session," Alan said, smile returning.
Lyall laughed. "Now that sounds fun," he said wholeheartedly. "I'm in."
Alan grinned, watching Lyall for a moment. "What's your favorite song, anyways?"
"'The Longest Time'," Lyall answered without hesitation. "Billy Jo."
"Hm. Noted," Alan said with the lingering grin.
"Yourself?"
"I actually don't have one." Alan shrugged. "My music tastes change too often, I guess."
"What? No." Lyall frowned, feigning deep disappointment. "That's the easy answer. Which is none, and thus unacceptable!"
"I change my mind. My favorite song is hot cross buns," Alan teased.
"Oh, go--" Lyall cackled.
"Like I said. I'd be floored to hear it, so if you want to serenade me..."
Still avoiding the question.
With a grin, Lyall simply made a note to later write something to the tune of the silly ditty.
"Perhaps another time." With a waggle of his brows, he playfully added, "In a more intimate setting?"
"That's right," Alan said as he mirrored his playful tone, gesturing to the other distanced tables and cameras around them. "That type of serenading is too intimate to be in the public eye. We best do that in private."
Lyall suppressed a sigh at the reminder of the cameras, and how this really was as public as anything could get. There were people who were undoubtedly taking their game of flirty banter quite seriously. The only thing that kept it from feeling dirty was the fact that no one who mattered to him was going to read into it.
Absently, he bounced a leg as he asked, "Well, how about you, then? Anybody waiting for you back home?"
Lyall watched as Alan's playful smile faded into one of longing melancholy as he took out a rose from the bouquet, inspecting it for a short stretch of time.
"Just family," he answered. "It's been a while since I've seen them, actually. I'm sure they're tuning in during every waking moment to collect blackmail of me for when I return."
Lyall softened, his heart going out to the man. "How long's it been since you last saw them?"
"Well..." Alan briefly squinted upwards, thinking. "It hasn't been since I left for the hike. So, a little over a month."
"And you haven't been able to contact them this whole time?"
Alan slowly shook his head. "There's not any service on the trail, so I didn't bring my phone with me. It forced me to live in the present, anyways."
Lyall felt himself frown a little.
Over a month was a long time to fall completely out of touch with family, especially if one was close with their relatives. And it was evident that Alan very dearly missed his.
Now Lyall found himself wishing for a do-over with the prize requests. And feeling semi-foolish for what he did put down, but that was neither here nor there.
All he could think to offer now was: "Well, if you don't mind sharing, you could try calling them through my phone."
That piqued Alan's attention, causing him to look at Lyall with gentle surprise. "Are you sure?" he asked, then weakly laughed. "I love my family, and they mean well, but they will blow up your phone at all hours of the day."
Lyall offered a more encouraging grin. "I'm well acquainted with the phenomenon."
And, just to prove it, he held up his phone now to show the 23 unread text messages just from the past 5 hours.
Alan hummed, pursing his lips. "I have a pretty big family, and all of them are like this. Don't underestimate how often a ten year old girl will text you to steal your attention."
Slipping the device back into his jacket pocket, Lyall scoffed lightly. "This will simply be another challenge in life, for which I'm ready to face."
"Alright," Alan mused with a growing smile, sitting back on his chair as he rolled the rose stem between his thumb and forefinger. "And-- bless her soul-- but my mom is the most needy of all. She will text you personally so that she can talk to me. I guarantee it."
Lyall huffed a laugh. "It will only be a lovely time, in that case."
Alan was quiet for a moment, watching Lyall as his smile grew. "Thanks, Lyall. Then I'll take you up on that. That means a lot to me. I really appreciate it."
Quite please with this outcome, Lyall inclined his head. "We have ourselves, Alan Alvaro, another deal."
"Well, Lyall Ashlund," Alan said with a grin as well. "You know I'd take any deal with you. Although, I'm pretty sure I'm never going to hear the end of it from my family. They're going to ask me how my lover is doing. I think I'll keep them in suspense. Tell them to find out in TV. Wouldn't want to give them spoilers."
"Keep them coming back for more weekly," Lyall agreed, deeply amused by how they were very much in the same boat in that respect. "Our fates depend on the viewership."
"Luckily for you, my mom will think it's the sweetest friendship. And is probably only half-aware of anything going on. So, you won't be getting funny texts from her. Just a million emojis and sparkly gifs, probably," Alan went on.
Lyall laughed warmly at that. "She sounds like an absolute delight, and I look forward to you properly introducing us."
"Now, now, Lyall. If I'm introducing my family to you, don't you think I'd be interested in meeting your family as well? This is a significant relationship milestone, after all," Alan teased.
"Ah, but of course." Lyall nodded thoughtfully. "Introductions shall abound." He paused, then wryly added, "My brother will certainly have a field day."
"Viktor, was it? Hild told me that he brings the playfulness out of her. I can't imagine what effects he has on you," Alan said, his smile warm and curious.
Lyall heaved an exaggerated sigh, putting on a bothered front. "Well, the absurd antics are certainly... multiplied quite a bit," he admitted, a sheepish grin slipping out. "As is the competitiveness, if you can imagine."
"Not sure I can. You and Hild? Competitive?" Alan waved his hand in front of him like he was dismissing the thought. "No. Not at all."
Lyall cast him a somewhat flat look at that. "You'll have ample opportunity to witness for yourself."
"I'd like to meet your brother. I think he'd be able to tell me only nice things about you," Alan mused.
Barking a laugh, Lyall shook his head and jokingly said, "That would be wishful thinking."
"How old is he?" Alan asked.
"Younger than Hild by only a few years," Lyall answered brightly. "He is officially technically a man, as of a few months ago."
"That's so sweet. He may tease you, but I think it's nice to be the older one, watching the younger ones grow up. You have the privilege of watching him become his own person, which is a gift of its own," Alan said warmly with a smile.
Lyall's amusement melted into open fondness. "It truly has been," he agreed. "And you? Hild mentioned a brother of your own, I believe."
"Oh, did she?" he said with a nod. "That's right. I have a twin brother. Alistair and I aren't identical twins, though. We're actually pretty different, both in appearance and personalities. But I consider him my best friend and I love him dearly." Alan paused, his smile washing away to a blanker, mildly annoyed expressed as he stared into the closest camera pointed at them. "Even though I'm pretty sure that the asshole is gathering an arsenal of evidence to embarrass me as much as possible."
Lyall huffed a mildly surprised laugh, quite certain that this is the first time he'd heard Alan resort to any sort of vulgarity. "As brothers are wont to do."
"He does have a big heart, though. Even though he acts so tough and can be so stubborn sometimes," Alan went on, now sitting at the edge of his seat, talking with his hands and expressing more passion. "But I know, deep down, he has so much love to give. He disagrees with me, but I think that's his greatest strength. To love people wholly and unconditionally, no matter the circumstances. I know I can depend on Alistair for anything, no matter the request. He's been there for me since literally the day I was born. And I know we'll be there for each other until the last of our days, too."
Grinning wide, Lyall simply watched the musician aggressively praise his not-present brother. He was undeniably endeared by such an open display of affection.
"Anyways... I hope the camera caught that for Alistair to see. I'm sure he'd love to hear more of my longing spiels about him," Alan said with another playful smile, back to fiddling with the rose he picked out.
Peering around Alan, Lyall caught a small thumbs up from the tall cameraman at the far end of the room.
"There are..." Lyall quickly counted the cameras in the room. "A total of 7 cameras in here. They're catching literally everything."
Alan hummed. "True." A pause. "Do the cameras make you nervous?"
"No, not nervous," Lyall answered, smile fading naturally a bit as he leaned back. "You?"
"Not really. But I hear from others who say they don't like it. I feel like I should have more animosity towards being filmed, but I'd be lying if I said I did." Alan shrugged. "Maybe it's because I'm used to having an audience. Or maybe I just don't care if the world sees me for who I am."
Lyall hummed, closely considering Alan. "Probably both."
"Probably," Alan agreed. "What about you? You'd be the first one I've asked who said they don't mind either."
"I truly don't mind it," Lyall confirmed easily. "My sister insists I should be more wary of constantly being recorded, but I've always considered myself an entertainer at heart anyhow, so." He shrugged.
It was really only during this event so far that the cameras made him especially self-aware.
"Hmm. Do you feel like you always have to entertain the film crew whenever you're being recorded?" Alan asked.
"There isn't any sense of obligation."
Leaning to look around Alan again, Lyall waved to the cameraman in the back-- the cameraman shyly waved back.
"I just...do it. Instinctively, I suppose. Probably also a byproduct of my work."
"Work... You mean, as a doctor?" Alan asked curiously.
Lyall huffed a laugh as he met Alan's intrigued gaze. "I try to help patients relax where I can. And being entertaining is definitely an asset with the small ones."
Alan broke out into a grin, the smile reaching his eyes. "You're good with kids," he remarked. "Of course you are. I can see it. You have this relaxed air about you that feels safe and playful. And you're entertaining. I bet the little ones think going to the doctor's office is a fun experience when it's with you."
Tilting his chin up, Lyall laughed again. "I've been told something along those lines before. Thank you."
Alan quietly hummed, closely watching Lyall with a lingering smile. "You know, Lyall, it's a shame that we've been seeing each other every day, but it took a silly event for us to have a more serious conversation. But it really is only the end of the first week. I'm glad that we can get to know each other on a more personal level now. I think you have this depth that is often unexplored. I wouldn't consider myself an adventurer, but I think someone ought to explore you, and it'd be my privilege to gain a deeper understanding of what makes you, you."
Lyall blinked, then huffed a more self-conscious laugh this time. Rubbing the back of his neck, he looked off to the side for a second.
He was used to simple compliments and praise, and always took them graciously (though Hild would tease him about his inflated ego). But the sincerity of Alan's cascade of words caught him way off guard, and he was actually unsure what to do with it to the point of momentary speechlessness.
Especially the "someone ought to explore you" part, which he knew Alan didn't mean in any way other than innocently. But it was still such a strangely intimate way to phrase it.
"I think it's a fair request, though, considering we're a match made in heaven," Alan said in the brief silence that followed, the smile still in his voice. "At any rate, I'm perfectly happy just being in your presence."
Lyall finally found his bearings once more and cracked a breezy grin. "Soulmates, as a very wise person once observed," he agreed, matching Alan's lighter tone. "Even though it has indeed only been a week, I likewise look forward to spending the next approximately 84 days in the company of a kind and kindred spirit. While I wouldn't say I'm always in the company of insincere folk, I don't believe I've ever met someone as open and thoroughly engaging as you. And I'd disagree, and go as far as to say you're quite an adventurous soul, far more than you seem to give yourself credit for--"
Lyall's spiel was interrupted when suddenly Alan threw the rose he had been holding at him. It smacked his face before flopping down into his lap, and Lyall couldn't help but sputter from the shock of it.
"Shhhhh," Alan said playfully with a smile, finger over his lips. "Just take the compliments."
Lyall furrowed his brows, but couldn't force a frown. "Speak for yourself," he muttered playfully.
"There's only room for one hopeless romantic in this table. And sorry, I've already claimed it," Alan teased.
Lyall tsked. "Fine. I rescind all compliments leading up to this point."
Alan hummed, pretending to deeply contemplate this. "Now that makes me sound like a dictator. Maybe, instead, you're only allowed to give me compliments on Wednesdays. That's more than fair."
Lyall stifled a laugh behind his hand, then asked, "Why Wednesdays?"
"I have no clue. I just picked a random day of the week," Alan admitted with a small laugh of his own.
"Either way," Lyall said, laughter still in his voice, "you're still dictating the 'when' of compliment-giving."
Alan hummed some more then grinned. "Then it seems you're just going to have to win me over instead. Only after that will I take away all compliment restrictions."
Putting on his most dashing smile, Lyall offered back the rose with a flourish. "Let the wooing begin, then."
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