STABBED THROUGH THE HEART
Jun. 29th, 2021 10:13 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
nikkernoodle[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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Date: 2021-07-01 07:20 pm (UTC)...pushing that dagger in.]
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Date: 2021-07-01 07:46 pm (UTC)Really, he expected as much, but somehow even the expectation didn't prepare him for the shock of the way the dagger slides between his ribs. He can't help but instinctively take a gasping breath, going rigid in response to the sharp stab (ha) of pain that lights up his rib cage. Salieri's hand tightens on Discord's arm, trembling as he starts to go limp against him.
The breath he takes is ragged, the movement sending a jolt of pain through him, and he shudders. But...he told Discord, didn't he? He wouldn't feel any pain. So he swallows, hard, trying to gather himself. It's nothing, isn't it?]
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Date: 2021-07-01 08:04 pm (UTC)Not like he is now, anyway. And that's the whole crux of this.]
Are you-- [No, he's not alright, Discord, he's dying, what sort of stupid question--] ...I'm here, it's alright.
[It's not, it's not--
He just tightens his hold around Salieri, even with one hand still shaky on that dagger. He won't be letting go, not for a little while yet.]
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Date: 2021-07-01 08:19 pm (UTC)Well, yes, that does make sense, he supposes. The situation does warrant it. And yet...he wants to do something, to make this easier--so, quietly, a little shakily, head resting on his shoulder]
Don't you fret, mon cher Discord,
I don't feel any pain...
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Date: 2021-07-02 12:27 am (UTC)"And just what can the Lord of Chaos do about that?"
Nothing. Nothing nothing nothing--
Nothing but stay here with him.]
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Date: 2021-07-02 12:45 am (UTC)[Discord holds him, and Salieri tries to lean into him a bit further, trying to breathe in, but it hurts, it still hurts and he suppresses a wince. He's starting to feel cold a bit, and his hand grasps weakly at Discord's arm, curling closer to him. He doesn't dare close his eyes, not yet, not yet, just give him another moment in his arms--]
And you will keep me safe...
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Date: 2021-07-02 12:57 am (UTC)He just keeps his arms around Salieri.
Safe... What a cruel joke that seems, now.]
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Date: 2021-07-02 01:15 am (UTC)[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.]