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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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.]