Simply Beautiful (Mozart x Salieri)

Chapter 1: Hurting more then it seems

(I have been posting this on my other platforms like tumblr, fanfiction.net and AO3 so my apologies for not posting sooner on wattpad)

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As beautiful as always. The tunes, the rhythm, the elegance! Rocking and slowing at the same time showing an unspeakable dance between nothings and everythings. How could something be written on just a few simple papers, somehow portray the words of god?

The papers owned by the young man Mozart could.

They always did. And there was nothing that Antonio Salieri could do but stand there in awe and jealousy, as the childish devil brutally without warning dragged him down by his angel wings slowly creeping up to heaven nearer the lord then he ever could have.

Why was it so unfair that he now, even as he left the orchestra could hear the small ringing of music in his head. Dancing ballerinas that the emperor oh so forbade, but still somehow being on the scene right in front of his very eyes. The tipping toes lightly swinging across the floor, a disgrace and yet still... perfection. The composer not looking away once, unmoving, barely blinking. Such shame to be thinking about it. But who could blame him? It was beautiful.

If he had not made a promise to the II:nd Joseph that he swears to himself was a big mistake; he would have finally gotten home. No needing to bath even more in his jealous temper of that brat drowning in praise. What was the point in after parties in any case? To indulge yourself in sweets? Not like anyone (including himself) hadn't a load in their precious little cabinet to last in their pot bellies for days to be satisfied.

Nonetheless, sweets was the reason for that he came and none other! (Be difficult if having to explain that if someone were to ask, without it seeming him to sound like a gluttonous impudent.) It's not like he had anything else to occupy himself with so he might as well, if that means no payment for getting some time wasting calories. (He should really rephrase that.)

On his way for the ballroom he could nothing but be slightly awaiting what the young musician would be spotting to plan this time with his usual antics. Some tag maybe? No, too simple, maybe making fun of someone while playing soft tunes on his clavier again? Or maybe simply nothing. Hah no! That was almost embarrassing enough to phantom. He had enough time of seeing this boy to be certain of that the man-child could not sit still on his stool for five minutes or less without getting antsy on straddling a woman's golden locks just to get attention. Still, everything always had a possibility.

Slowly touching the golden handle of the giant white painted door, he haltingly opened.

Drumming on key to key. Music came like a pang in his ears as déjà vu slowly overtook his senses. Heart fluttering rapidly. He heard such a familiar tune that he couldn't put his finger on. But it somehow had changed. It was different yet the same.

It was his music. But with more notes...

Slowly opening his eyes, the composer whipped his head to where the sound came from. A piano in the corner of the large room, surrounded by dimly lit candles almost giving a warm satisfying feeling sat none other than the famous man himself.