[ 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. Itโs 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 inโ
โto... 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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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. Itโs 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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โto... 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. ]