STABBED THROUGH THE HEART

[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.]

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[violentenvies]

Absolutely not! [snapped, that fear starting to bleed into his voice, mixing with anger] When I gave you this dagger, the purpose of doing so was not so that you could then turn it on yourself!