[Above all else, Salieri picks up on the brief hesitation that trails after Amadeus's words. His coffee and cream was enough to divert his attention between taste and thought for the most part— but now he focuses fully on the nuanced confidence lacing his tone.
If Salieri didn't know the man next to him so well by now, he might've wondered if Amadeus had ever felt true fear or doubt in his life— and if he had, if he'd ever allow himself to show it.
But you know far better than that.
A scowl threatens to deepen the frown on his lips, a telltale sign of yet another warning on his lips—
—until that hand touches down on his shoulder.
All at once a shock of heat and affection constricts his chest. Every fiber in his being bristles straight in the split second that they remain in contact and when Amadeus pries himself away the ache of the loss radiates all too acutely, too deeply. It takes everything not to allow the affect of it to show on his face, and instead he nods tightly and silently acknowledges that apology.
How... ironic.
Is it the affect of bonds that seize him in such a way, or his own concealed emotions?
To think that it could be a mingling of both has wariness tensing his every limb, brow pinched deeply.] ... If anyone could toe the line between insurrection and standard while still making it sound good, then it'd be you, Amadeus.
[A beat.]
—You mentioned illusion magic. [He gives Amadeus the briefest of glances.] Do you plan on implementing that as well?
a little lingering nervousness pricks at his expression, an awkward smile and a hesitance in his floating, clawed hand before he pulls it away for good.
salieri's compliment quickly becomes a thankful distraction, and after another long sip from his coffee, he regains his excitement. ]
Of course! I hate to say it, but I'm not yet skilled enough to simultaneously conduct and have full control of the illusions — so I'll be counting on the resident illusionists to aid me during the show.
[ there's a little — if one looks for it — tinge of humility in that smile for once. it's a welcome feeling, though, and a nostalgic one, to be able to rely on other musicians and performers and artists to put together a show like this again. ]
They're really a wonderful bunch in there, Salieri, you have to meet them. They're letting me do whatever I want! —Well, just short of having legitimate actors on stage, anyway. [ because, as you know, that would be full-blown theater then. ]
[Equal parts relief and possibly disappointment show across his expression when Amadeus wisely decides to drop his hand. He also briefly occupies himself with his drink— the whipped cream not properly incorporated into the rest of the coffee and gradually draining bit by bit.
What little remains of his sweet drink ends up on the corner of his upper lip- a tuft of fluffy white.] If they are as supportive as you say they are... perhaps I will.
—After I've assessed that they have nothing up their sleeves, rather.
[Hmph.] That being said... should you also need my assistance, Maestro- [He adds in a lower tone.] I'd be happy to assist.
[He exhales suddenly, his arms crossing over his chest as he contemplates.] Perhaps I'll do a solo violin piece.
A solo, Kapellmeister? No accompaniment? [ where's the creativity, the inspiration! he knows full well that salieri is still taking his time adjusting ... but still.
amadeus, for a moment, silently contemplates salieri's earlier offer, looking thoughtful with his hand pressed to his mouth before bringing it down once he has an answer. ] I could certainly use you in the orchestra, Salieri, if you really meant that. [ a sincere smile warms his face. ] Or perhaps you'd like to join the voices? [ his smile, just as warm, widens – quiet hope and energy sparking his eyes. ] Have you maintained your squillo, Herr Salieri?
—Oh, but I don't want to distract you from your performance. [ up, and then down his hand goes as ideas come to him and then quickly pass out his lips. now his excitement is truly visible, words overlapping each other, thoughts coming at him with overwhelming speed.
suddenly, he shakes his head. ] No, no. You should really meet them before you decide! It'll give you a chance to see what's available, and what's already on the list. I'm sure you'll find some ideas— [ there are those backhanded words meant to help salieri again ] here, let's go in! We're right here – I'll introduce you.
[ they are indeed right here, just on the side of the theater building and chatting away. enough talk, it's time for action! but —
distracted and focused as he is, amadeus quickly forgets his reason for keeping his hands to himself — and, suddenly takes salieri's unoccupied wrist to tug him along. this time his heart leaps, and he stops. hesitates ... before throwing caution to the wind – his long-lived rival and victim – and continues along, fingers wrapped just at salieri's cuff. ]
Amadeus's thoughts— his expressions and reservations, they show all too plainly upon that face. Salieri sees it just as Amadeus makes his move— the quick reach for his wrist that nearly prompts a warning to fall from his lips. "Amadeus, wait—"
But he doesn't wait, and once again he is seized with an jolt of exaltation.
And like melting honey the sensation spreads and seeps throughout his chest, into his heart, his core. Salieri lets out an uneasy breath, but at that point is simply too overcome to pull back. As Amadeus tugs him along into the theater he wonders if this infliction will persist even after they've parted... if it will remain his bones and stay with him until he's returned home.
... But that would merely be an affect of being near Amadeus, wouldn't it?
Salieri simply cannot give bonds all of the credit. Somehow, he knows that it has always been this way— that Amadeus has already woven himself so deeply into his mind— so intricately that Salieri long gave up hope of ever untangling himself from him. And now, he's certain he doesn't ever want to. The feeling lessens somewhat with Amadeus holding his cuff, but it doesn't prompt Salieri to pull away. Rather, he feels his own fingers inching toward Amadeus's— just barely brushing against each other.
No, he is content like this. He is grateful for this second (third? fourth?) chance. The chance to remain beside him, the chance to speak to him... and sing for him, apparently.
Yes, perhaps that isn't such a bad idea.
Have you maintained your squillo, Salieri?
Salieri huffs silently. What does Amadeus know? He'll have to prove he hasn't lost his touch after all... after they've spoken to this apparent troupe, that is.]
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If Salieri didn't know the man next to him so well by now, he might've wondered if Amadeus had ever felt true fear or doubt in his life— and if he had, if he'd ever allow himself to show it.
But you know far better than that.
A scowl threatens to deepen the frown on his lips, a telltale sign of yet another warning on his lips—
—until that hand touches down on his shoulder.
All at once a shock of heat and affection constricts his chest. Every fiber in his being bristles straight in the split second that they remain in contact and when Amadeus pries himself away the ache of the loss radiates all too acutely, too deeply. It takes everything not to allow the affect of it to show on his face, and instead he nods tightly and silently acknowledges that apology.
How... ironic.
Is it the affect of bonds that seize him in such a way, or his own concealed emotions?
To think that it could be a mingling of both has wariness tensing his every limb, brow pinched deeply.] ... If anyone could toe the line between insurrection and standard while still making it sound good, then it'd be you, Amadeus.
[A beat.]
—You mentioned illusion magic. [He gives Amadeus the briefest of glances.] Do you plan on implementing that as well?
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he would have to truly be trying to miss that.
a little lingering nervousness pricks at his expression, an awkward smile and a hesitance in his floating, clawed hand before he pulls it away for good.
salieri's compliment quickly becomes a thankful distraction, and after another long sip from his coffee, he regains his excitement. ]
Of course! I hate to say it, but I'm not yet skilled enough to simultaneously conduct and have full control of the illusions — so I'll be counting on the resident illusionists to aid me during the show.
[ there's a little — if one looks for it — tinge of humility in that smile for once. it's a welcome feeling, though, and a nostalgic one, to be able to rely on other musicians and performers and artists to put together a show like this again. ]
They're really a wonderful bunch in there, Salieri, you have to meet them. They're letting me do whatever I want! —Well, just short of having legitimate actors on stage, anyway. [ because, as you know, that would be full-blown theater then. ]
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What little remains of his sweet drink ends up on the corner of his upper lip- a tuft of fluffy white.] If they are as supportive as you say they are... perhaps I will.
—After I've assessed that they have nothing up their sleeves, rather.
[Hmph.] That being said... should you also need my assistance, Maestro- [He adds in a lower tone.] I'd be happy to assist.
[He exhales suddenly, his arms crossing over his chest as he contemplates.] Perhaps I'll do a solo violin piece.
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amadeus, for a moment, silently contemplates salieri's earlier offer, looking thoughtful with his hand pressed to his mouth before bringing it down once he has an answer. ] I could certainly use you in the orchestra, Salieri, if you really meant that. [ a sincere smile warms his face. ] Or perhaps you'd like to join the voices? [ his smile, just as warm, widens – quiet hope and energy sparking his eyes. ] Have you maintained your squillo, Herr Salieri?
—Oh, but I don't want to distract you from your performance. [ up, and then down his hand goes as ideas come to him and then quickly pass out his lips. now his excitement is truly visible, words overlapping each other, thoughts coming at him with overwhelming speed.
suddenly, he shakes his head. ] No, no. You should really meet them before you decide! It'll give you a chance to see what's available, and what's already on the list. I'm sure you'll find some ideas— [ there are those backhanded words meant to help salieri again ] here, let's go in! We're right here – I'll introduce you.
[ they are indeed right here, just on the side of the theater building and chatting away. enough talk, it's time for action! but —
distracted and focused as he is, amadeus quickly forgets his reason for keeping his hands to himself — and, suddenly takes salieri's unoccupied wrist to tug him along. this time his heart leaps, and he stops. hesitates ... before throwing caution to the wind – his long-lived rival and victim – and continues along, fingers wrapped just at salieri's cuff. ]
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Amadeus's thoughts— his expressions and reservations, they show all too plainly upon that face. Salieri sees it just as Amadeus makes his move— the quick reach for his wrist that nearly prompts a warning to fall from his lips. "Amadeus, wait—"
But he doesn't wait, and once again he is seized with an jolt of exaltation.
And like melting honey the sensation spreads and seeps throughout his chest, into his heart, his core. Salieri lets out an uneasy breath, but at that point is simply too overcome to pull back. As Amadeus tugs him along into the theater he wonders if this infliction will persist even after they've parted... if it will remain his bones and stay with him until he's returned home.
... But that would merely be an affect of being near Amadeus, wouldn't it?
Salieri simply cannot give bonds all of the credit. Somehow, he knows that it has always been this way— that Amadeus has already woven himself so deeply into his mind— so intricately that Salieri long gave up hope of ever untangling himself from him. And now, he's certain he doesn't ever want to. The feeling lessens somewhat with Amadeus holding his cuff, but it doesn't prompt Salieri to pull away. Rather, he feels his own fingers inching toward Amadeus's— just barely brushing against each other.
No, he is content like this. He is grateful for this second (third? fourth?) chance. The chance to remain beside him, the chance to speak to him... and sing for him, apparently.
Yes, perhaps that isn't such a bad idea.
Have you maintained your squillo, Salieri?
Salieri huffs silently. What does Amadeus know? He'll have to prove he hasn't lost his touch after all... after they've spoken to this apparent troupe, that is.]