Simply Beautiful (Mozart x Salieri)

Chapter 3: Right before Everything

((Yes I'm back after being dead for a long while. :P But don't worry folks I actually know how things will continue after this chapter. And it sure will be angsty muahahaha >:) ))

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Firm, strong and determined fingers were wrapped harshly around his. There was not much to say when he was led steadily away from the ballroom, paintings and rich decorations rushing past them like a smudge without getting an even clear glance.

If the composer was to be entirely and completely upfront with himself; he was nervous. Nervous and tense about all that has happened so far into the present. He had quite literally psychologically broken down in front of the man of his hatred and admiration. Done so without even realizing it at first. And by now the older was dragged to lord knows where to supposedly be able to utter up a conversation about that specific event.

The younger of the two kept himself two strides in front of the other seemingly not willing to slow down his pace, making Salieri stumble multiple times at the sudden harsh turns at the corners. He couldn't tell from his own dazed perspective, but Mozart supposedly kept the stern expression on his face all throughout the passage through the long flour textured corridors.

Even though the minimal walk didn't last for that lengthy of a time, the taller man's mind couldn't help but wonder. Wonder what the younger's intentions were. It must be clear as the mid summers blue sky that the fancy gentleman's display of any overbearing emotions; was clearly the most unbearable position he ever could be put in. It should never happen. It was the most forbidden law for Salieri.

But then it hit him.

Of course! How could he be so dumb?

He was torturing him.

Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart was torturing him.

And he knew that he was.

He must know that he was.

What else would this otherwise be?

Abusing, Tormenting, Mistreating, Wounding, Persecuting, Punishing, it didn't matter how it was described; it was the same thing anyways. One does not just witness a renowned Symphonist emotionally disintegrate and just propose to them to "talk". No, you humiliate and shame them. To be up around the angels with the best orchestrated music in hand is not a journey of your own, it's a challenge. A way of showing the creator himself that you are the worthiest out of all the other living beings. And to do that you need to knock out the competition, no matter what the cost. If one really should be vic—

"Well, we're here then."

"Ah..."

Feeling a heavily concerned look going to his direction, the composer guided his attention quickly to their surroundings, letting out a lightly surprised gasp when his gaze was met with the harsh overpowering brightness.