[He lets out a quiet huff before he can even help it.] Yes. I completely see and understand, Wolfgang.
... I understand. [His softening tone suggests he means to leave it at that, but now that they are this close there's no mistaking the bit of shine from those teary eyes. His thumb comes up gently to wipe the moisture from the corners there. Amadeus... is painstakingly human-like here. He may as well be— they may as well be, despite circumstances, despite his own appearance. Here the fragility of human connection has never been so evident before.
And yet—] Will beast at least be a suitable substitute...?
[As he muses he brings his lips to Amadeus's forehead. His path seamlessly moves from there to the bridge of his nose, the corner of his lips... and finally- firmly- against his lips.]
like the first breath after breaching the surface of water, his lungs fill completely. he suddenly feels complete, and inhaling is no longer a painful strain in his chest.
he falls into the kiss, taken, grasping at salieri's upper arms. after what feels like both an eternity and a fleeting moment, they part, and the once chilled tips of his fingers are warm again. ] Antonio. [ an honest giggle, one that sounds much more like the impish musician, escapes him.
he looks up at salieri, pure affection in his teal eyes. ] Fortunately, we already know beasts make excellent maestro. [ a smile. ] So my answer would have to be yes, of course.
[Small and brittle as they are, his wings still attempt a valiant effort of framing both he and Amadeus together— enclosed tightly in this moment. Behind him his tail curls and sways at its base. Hah.
He is completely taken in.] Hn. Then its been decided.
This beastly maestro shall aide you to the best of his ability. Although the visuals may be different... [One furred ear twitches!] ...the music will be as fulfilling as ever.
So rely on me once more, Wolfgang. [His fingers cup the back of Amadeus's neck and bring them toward yet another kiss.]
[ he's all too compliant to the chimera's leading, not bothering with a response before he's pulled into another kiss. in fact, he's ready for it this time, cupping each side of that sharp jaw just as they connect.
he breathes in deep again. right now, no amount of reminding that this moment, right here is real will be enough.
barely parting for a breath, he speaks between their lips. ] So long as you don't depart before you even get to hear your own music play, Salieri.
[ and by that he alludes to the theater motion. ] We did it. Our efforts finally came to fruition and you'd gone before I could even buy the champagne bottles...
[Both his outward and underlining contentment show through with their closeness now. A familiar continuous rumble thrums through this chest soon enough, while he relishes in the slow brush of their noses and lips. He can’t help but press a kiss to that mouth again— again, and again...]
Ah. [But first. He pulls apart only to look once again into that glimmering teal. Salieri shakes his head.] One bottle, then. I must catch up with what has happened while I was gone- as well as figure out where our efforts will go from here...
[Frustration suddenly shows on his face, pinching his brow yet again.] There is still so much to do...!
[ for the first time today, amadeus laughs genuinely. ] Oh? Now? Do you mean right now?
Take things slowly, Antonio, don't short yourself out the second you arrive. [ after that, his humor quiets down, glancing downward at the space between them as he gathers his thoughts. it's a little silly to stand here in the middle of the theater, holding each other this way, but he doesn't want to let go just yet... ]
You never did give a response. Did you know you were gone? Or for how long...? [ if salieri has a sense that he kept him waiting, or that there are a great many things to catch up on, then one can only wonder. ]
[It certainly isn’t the question that bothers him. No, he was only somewhat prepared for the concern Amadeus would eventually impart on him... what truly bothered him was the answer itself.]
Time is truly indifferent. [He mutters (mostly to himself) before shaking his grey head once again.] Perhaps you expected this... but I haven’t the slightest clue.
I only know-... hn. Perhaps it would be better to say I could feel the amount of time that had passed. And yet I remained unchanged.
[Salieri remains close- taking Amadeus’s dexterous hands into his own, as though afraid to lose contact with him once more.] As for the other...
I didn’t know. [A visage of his former firey self emerges as he grits his teeth.] If I did... I would have done everything in my power to come back sooner.
[ it's an expected response. salieri's earlier assessment was correct — it's not a concept they're unfamiliar with as servants, manifestations forever suspended in and teleported through time at the ether's will — but it is easier to digest now that his immediate anxieties are assuaged. ]
It makes sense, in an utterly nonsensical way. [ another huff of a laugh. ] But I'm still impressed by your awareness, Antonio.
Then, what shall we do first? Maria – has she seen you? [ truly, the only reason he asks at all is because he has an inkling as to the answer. ]
[Ah, the mention of their Queen and other Bonded has him wilting just slightly.] She has.
Her forgiveness knows no bounds. It’s wasted on one such as myself... but somehow I find myself strangely content with that.
Or is it not so strange? [He mutters. He really, truly has no clue right now.] Ah, but she may soon be contacting you.
Do not leave her in suspense if she does, Amadeus. [Comes his growled warning, despite the way he brings those long fingers to his lips and nips them at their hills.]
[ knowing marie, it's just as likely that she allowed for their meeting to happen naturally and gave them their space. though he can't say for sure just yet. ]
Never doubt a woman's intuition, Salieri. [ he says as he quickly steals his fingers back, a hint of playfulness on his lips. ] Ahaha, you're getting impatient! [ and amadeus's voice is getting louder, filling with more of his usual jubilance. ]
Come then, where do you want to go first? What do you want to see? There's a marvelous carnival set up at the docks — or we could fetch you a coffee if you're somehow tired from the journey? We could also just head straight...
except that home is currently the site of ground zero for aefenglom's most depressed artist (recently renounced) and is nigh unrecognizable inside. nothing but disaster and mold under the carpet is to be found there.
oh, shit. ] Nevermind, how does a chocolate muffin sound, mein Schatz?
[His nose wrinkles when Amadeus takes back his hand. There's a apprehension in him now that has nothing to do with finally returning to this place and has everything to do with simply learning what has happened. Every option sounds like a reasonable option, and as far as he's concerned he may as well dive right in—
—to... it?] Amadeus?
[Yes honest a chocolate muffin sounds heavenly right now (given all the emotional upheaval) but the silent stutter in Amadeus's tone is giving him enough incentive to push back his raging sweet tooth for now.] I suppose...
[Salieri's quizzical brow deepens.] What are you thinking, Amadeus?
[ unfortunate that you've just given him the opening he needs to compose himself, salieri, and access the abilities granted to him following lifetimes of flightiness to simply smile through the turmoil.
he laughs, the sound short, before burying his face into salieri's chest. disarming technique. ] Oh, nothing. [ muffled. there he stays, affectionately squeezing the man before finally deciding to pull away.
there he gives salieri's back an equally friendly smack. time to get out of here! ] Come, Antonio, I know you must be craving one right now. I'd say it's too early for cake, but I suppose I can spoil you just this once! [ cue meticulously personalized distractions. ]
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... I understand. [His softening tone suggests he means to leave it at that, but now that they are this close there's no mistaking the bit of shine from those teary eyes. His thumb comes up gently to wipe the moisture from the corners there. Amadeus... is painstakingly human-like here. He may as well be— they may as well be, despite circumstances, despite his own appearance. Here the fragility of human connection has never been so evident before.
And yet—] Will beast at least be a suitable substitute...?
[As he muses he brings his lips to Amadeus's forehead. His path seamlessly moves from there to the bridge of his nose, the corner of his lips... and finally- firmly- against his lips.]
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like the first breath after breaching the surface of water, his lungs fill completely. he suddenly feels complete, and inhaling is no longer a painful strain in his chest.
he falls into the kiss, taken, grasping at salieri's upper arms. after what feels like both an eternity and a fleeting moment, they part, and the once chilled tips of his fingers are warm again. ] Antonio. [ an honest giggle, one that sounds much more like the impish musician, escapes him.
he looks up at salieri, pure affection in his teal eyes. ] Fortunately, we already know beasts make excellent maestro. [ a smile. ] So my answer would have to be yes, of course.
[ it's him. it really is him. ]
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He is completely taken in.] Hn. Then its been decided.
This beastly maestro shall aide you to the best of his ability. Although the visuals may be different... [One furred ear twitches!] ...the music will be as fulfilling as ever.
So rely on me once more, Wolfgang. [His fingers cup the back of Amadeus's neck and bring them toward yet another kiss.]
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he breathes in deep again. right now, no amount of reminding that this moment, right here is real will be enough.
barely parting for a breath, he speaks between their lips. ] So long as you don't depart before you even get to hear your own music play, Salieri.
[ and by that he alludes to the theater motion. ] We did it. Our efforts finally came to fruition and you'd gone before I could even buy the champagne bottles...
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Ah. [But first. He pulls apart only to look once again into that glimmering teal. Salieri shakes his head.] One bottle, then. I must catch up with what has happened while I was gone- as well as figure out where our efforts will go from here...
[Frustration suddenly shows on his face, pinching his brow yet again.] There is still so much to do...!
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Take things slowly, Antonio, don't short yourself out the second you arrive. [ after that, his humor quiets down, glancing downward at the space between them as he gathers his thoughts. it's a little silly to stand here in the middle of the theater, holding each other this way, but he doesn't want to let go just yet... ]
You never did give a response. Did you know you were gone? Or for how long...? [ if salieri has a sense that he kept him waiting, or that there are a great many things to catch up on, then one can only wonder. ]
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Time is truly indifferent. [He mutters (mostly to himself) before shaking his grey head once again.] Perhaps you expected this... but I haven’t the slightest clue.
I only know-... hn. Perhaps it would be better to say I could feel the amount of time that had passed. And yet I remained unchanged.
[Salieri remains close- taking Amadeus’s dexterous hands into his own, as though afraid to lose contact with him once more.] As for the other...
I didn’t know. [A visage of his former firey self emerges as he grits his teeth.] If I did... I would have done everything in my power to come back sooner.
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It makes sense, in an utterly nonsensical way. [ another huff of a laugh. ] But I'm still impressed by your awareness, Antonio.
Then, what shall we do first? Maria – has she seen you? [ truly, the only reason he asks at all is because he has an inkling as to the answer. ]
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Her forgiveness knows no bounds. It’s wasted on one such as myself... but somehow I find myself strangely content with that.
Or is it not so strange? [He mutters. He really, truly has no clue right now.] Ah, but she may soon be contacting you.
Do not leave her in suspense if she does, Amadeus. [Comes his growled warning, despite the way he brings those long fingers to his lips and nips them at their hills.]
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Never doubt a woman's intuition, Salieri. [ he says as he quickly steals his fingers back, a hint of playfulness on his lips. ] Ahaha, you're getting impatient! [ and amadeus's voice is getting louder, filling with more of his usual jubilance. ]
Come then, where do you want to go first? What do you want to see? There's a marvelous carnival set up at the docks — or we could fetch you a coffee if you're somehow tired from the journey? We could also just head straight...
ho...—
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except that home is currently the site of ground zero for aefenglom's most depressed artist (recently renounced) and is nigh unrecognizable inside. nothing but disaster and mold under the carpet is to be found there.
oh, shit. ] Nevermind, how does a chocolate muffin sound, mein Schatz?
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—to... it?] Amadeus?
[Yes honest a chocolate muffin sounds heavenly right now (given all the emotional upheaval) but the silent stutter in Amadeus's tone is giving him enough incentive to push back his raging sweet tooth for now.] I suppose...
[Salieri's quizzical brow deepens.] What are you thinking, Amadeus?
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he laughs, the sound short, before burying his face into salieri's chest. disarming technique. ] Oh, nothing. [ muffled. there he stays, affectionately squeezing the man before finally deciding to pull away.
there he gives salieri's back an equally friendly smack. time to get out of here! ] Come, Antonio, I know you must be craving one right now. I'd say it's too early for cake, but I suppose I can spoil you just this once! [ cue meticulously personalized distractions. ]