Fantasie-Impromptu

VI. Merry-Go-Round

Love isn't a chivalrous gentleman that comes politely knocking on the doors of your heart, no. Love is a sly thief that comes unannounced in the dead of the night, tending to go unnoticed. And this deadly criminal - love - is especially stealthy upon entering the home of a man named Franz Liszt.

Detrimental feelings that make you lose sight of yourself ever so slowly. Your vision turning into a blur, focusing only on one individual, a portrait in your heart - the cause of this love, the boss of this criminal. A means of expression and sentiment that makes you stop.

It makes you stop breathing, it makes you stop thinking, it makes your heart pound in ways you never knew it could, it makes you commit to all sorts of unbidden doings as you lose yourself along the way. As you lose yourself all in the name of love for another.

Another...

Whispers and shudders, the taste of divine bliss at the tip of a tongue, a tragic cake-filled fork taken into the entrance of his mouth, and thin lips stained with sweet thick chocolate.

That smile, that look in his eyes, Franz couldn't stop himself from staring at the ethereal being that was seated right in the fore of him. This man he had never really put much thought into 'til recently. And Freddy's actually got a real charming smile when he does - Franz thought.

"This tastes amazing! How'd you find out about this place?" a question is raised, breaking Franz out of his trance, and gosh, but there it is again - that smile.

"Haha, we just got lucky!" Franz replies, "I've never actually been here before. And hey, you seem to have gotten a little-" He says as he tries to point at his lips. Fryderyk's own were smudged with chocolate, like a little boy enjoying his sweet dessert so carelessly, a little mess had formed on his face, and upon realization, a flush had managed to make its way onto Fryderyk's cheeks.

The day was rather fun - a real stress reliever - Fryderyk would say!

Just filled with hearty chuckles, running around and playing games. For just a day everything seemed to be so problem-free and man, but who knew Fryderyk had actually needed a day like this so badly?

After their little dinner together, the two decided to walk home, side by side in the comfortable silence of the night. Though no one was speaking, the quiet was rather refreshing, a little contrary to the screams and cheers from the upbeat amusement park.

The environment was different, changed with just the absence of sound, but this absence was a good one per se, because in the midst of this tacet, there was: the harmonious intertwine of two hearts beating on time in their own little symphony of quiet Philia love.

They arrive at their doors, 045 and 046, bid their goodbyes, little exchanges of a 'good night' and an 'I had fun today' before leaving the sight of the other, and relinquishing in the alone of their rooms, both separated only by a mere concrete wall.

And it is in the quiet solo of their homes during the late night that their hearts would allow their minds to sort out their feelings for the entire day.

In the very least, Franz was almost bedraggled in the brains as he would wonder, "Since when have I cared so much about the music of another?"

Remembering, the little outing was originally meant to inspire Fryderyk, give him something to write about, an experience to share through his music, but one thing had led to another and the next second Franz knew, they had gone on an entire amusement park date!

Date...

Yes, Franz had called it a date.

"Sweet baby Mozart! I had called it a date!"