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nikkernoodle) wrote2021-06-29 10:13 pm
nikkernoodle) wrote2021-06-29 10:13 pm
STABBED THROUGH THE HEART
[It's late Thursday night, and the school is far darker than normal. The Band Room is now lit by candle light; far dimmer than electricity, but something that Salieri is fairly used to.
He's there now, seated at the piano, a candle resting in a dish on the edge of the lid as he works, plunking out chords and tinkering with melody and harmony, making notes on the paper, going back, trying again.]
He's there now, seated at the piano, a candle resting in a dish on the edge of the lid as he works, plunking out chords and tinkering with melody and harmony, making notes on the paper, going back, trying again.]
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[it feels quiet, now, the thunder seeming distant. It's cold, but Discord is warm. It's...nice.
Salieri closes his eyes.]
And rain...will make the flowers.....
[his voice trails off, having no more breath in his lungs. He can't seem to find the energy to breathe in again, but maybe that's alright. Maybe his music will be forgotten now; maybe he'll fade into obscurity. But right now he's resting in the arms of someone he loves very much, for people he loves very much, and somehow, for the first time...that is enough.
A moment passes...two...and if Discord cares to look, he will find that Antonio Salieri is dead.]