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Having finally managed to wrest myself away from pirates ideas - though I suspect not for very long - I was promptly overcome not with ideas for Fruit's Basket, Due South, or the 10,000 word FFX fanfiction sitting on my hard drive.
Instead. Amadeus.
At this point, I am patently refusing to write anything about sweets, music, and or the comparison of such to sex.
In the meantime, I may take some short drabble prompts if anyone is interested. Just to, you know, get the old creative juices going. Oh heck, first ten people to respond to this post get a free drabble. (I suspect I shall get a whopping 2 and a half responses, if indeed I get any at all.)
Instead. Amadeus.
At this point, I am patently refusing to write anything about sweets, music, and or the comparison of such to sex.
In the meantime, I may take some short drabble prompts if anyone is interested. Just to, you know, get the old creative juices going. Oh heck, first ten people to respond to this post get a free drabble. (I suspect I shall get a whopping 2 and a half responses, if indeed I get any at all.)
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Jerkbag.
He could blame his oft-cited love for sweets and pastries. Vienna was crawling with bakeries - strange for a place on so much water. Each individual place boasted the finest of one buttery pastry or confection, and it was imperative, since one only lived once, to try them all while one could. There was something wonderful about the crunch and release of sweet creams from the flakes and buttery crusts of Cannoli, which could be repeated seconds later with the next.
The sweets - he made an effort to carry a tray with him when he expected to run into Mozart - kept his mouth quiet. His tongue occupied with slowly melting chocolate could not betray - I want you to die, slowly and in great agony or Please just sit at the piano and play music forever. I will sit too. Doubly, they could be foisted on the other composer when he saw fit to speak, or spout lewdness or giggle. It kept both quiet, and in the silence Salieri could keep hating Mozart, the emotion like bittered chocolate and sharp cognac awash with black coffee.
Re: Jerkbag.
Re: Jerkbag.
Also, there are character quirks galore in Amadeus, which makes me doubly a sucker for it.
Anyway, I have ideas for something of a longer fic, but I am forbidding myself to write it.
at least until I finish my july challenge pieces
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