Simply Beautiful (Mozart x Salieri)

Chapter 5: Constant significant Knowledge

(I could've made this chapter longer but felt like it was better to post two parts that are not very far posted from eachother. Want to get content out soon as possible :3)

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"...What?" Was all that could leave Antonio's lips as it seemed like time stood still.

He had been staring at the younger man for what felt like a millennia at this point. And the other seemed completely still in his own place as well. Having not moved a single inch since he had announced his revelation. As if expecting a retort from the latter, a reaction, something. As if Salieri's little word meant nothing to his ears. Or time really had just stopped at this point, like being stuck in an oil-painting that could only display one moment forever. ...Wouldn't that be an ironic yet beautiful fate?

But no, by the way Antonio was yet still blinking, breathing soothing breaths, slightly readjusting his seat; proving he was still very much still in the present. Fate was never too kind to him, but this time it sure was the cruelest.

But what more was he even to say?

He was confused, lost, and quite brutally and honestly; scared.
He had known. Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart knew. About all of his sinful thoughts, his jealousy and seething anger. How the older always walked on sharp needles and covered head to toe in thorns at every single event that was in Mozarts honour. Every celebration and orchestra that he had forced himself go to, because of his lust for blood. Because of how badly he wanted to hear the devilish Siren sing angelic songs to his feeble human self and then willingly get drowned in the river. Just so he could one day do the same. He knew all of that, and perhaps more.

Or maybe it simply was all lies. Just to perplex and distort the mind even more. And may Maria have mercy, because it sure was working if that was the case.

"Oh come now. It's really not that complicated, Maestro."

Words. With such a long lasting pregnant pause; the phrase uttered from Wolfgang's lips felt loud and ear-shattering. That immediately the elder wanted to cover thine own ears. But instead all that sufficed in trying to keep his own composure was to cringe deeply and slightly flinch back. Squinting his eyelids so harshly together that he barely noticed that the man had moved to podium beside his being.

"Might you maybe take a seat Sir? Your features are quite pale. Besides, seating yourself might make things a bit more tranquil as I explain myself, no?"

Almost as if leading a paralysed patient, the younger took hold of Salieris hand and waist to gently guide him back to the hammock. It was unstable and rickety in his shocked minds opinion, that the grass and steady ground had been a more preferable option. But tis would've been extremely childish to ask, so he remained, only absentmindedly grabbing slightly harsher at Mozarts hands to not fall over. Then as roughly he had held on to them, as roughly he let go.

There was a quiet sigh that escaped the Austrians throat as he looked upon the garden they were seated in the middle of. Taking a few extra seconds just to take I'm the moment, if that moment was because of the beautiful nature or because he wanted to torture the eldest musician for just a little longer, Salieri had no idea, but he was quite sure he didn't want to know either.

"Hm..." The shorter man's sight landed on the slightly taller, who's appearance resembled closer to a crumpled up leaf at this point. "How shall I say this in a proper manner?" A huff. "Well, I was never proper now was I? So I'll just explain it in simple terms;"

"You are predictable Antonio."

There was a pause, as if waiting with baited breaths for a longer explanation. But there came none. Salieri could've sworn loudly at this point. Of course this satanic man had to make things so difficult.