[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 drinkโ 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.
โAfter 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 thoughtsโ his expressions and reservations, they show all too plainly upon that face. Salieri sees it just as Amadeus makes his moveโ the quick reach for his wrist that nearly prompts a warning to fall from his lips. "Amadeus, waitโ"
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 wayโ that Amadeus has already woven himself so deeply into his mindโ 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'sโ 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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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.
โAfter 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 thoughtsโ his expressions and reservations, they show all too plainly upon that face. Salieri sees it just as Amadeus makes his moveโ the quick reach for his wrist that nearly prompts a warning to fall from his lips. "Amadeus, waitโ"
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 wayโ that Amadeus has already woven himself so deeply into his mindโ 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'sโ 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.]