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❛ Why do you insist on touching me?! ❜

He stood so suddenly and with such force that he knocked back the stool he’d been sitting on. Let it strike at Mozart’s legs (what did he care?) and may the blow put distance between them. Hardly waiting to see the result Avenger rounded on his heels, red eyes ablaze.

❛ I will be the one to kill you. Master has given their permission. ❜

“ Because your fingers lack life. “

Steps back graciously from the bellows of that wooden seating, there would be no bruising or harm done to this composer. Do not think you can easily escape, Sally.

“ Oh- Ohhhhhh. You kill I? When there is only ONE that can truly kill me, music. You are far too young to eve believe that you can kill me. “

#grisonner #♬☇ ˃˃ 𝑀𝓊𝓈𝒾𝒸 𝒾𝓈 𝓂𝓎 𝓁𝒾𝒻𝑒 𝒾𝓉 𝒾𝓈 𝓂𝓎 𝒹𝑒𝒶𝓉𝒽. (IC )

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How dare the arms of god’s beloved encircle him? Pity him? Mock him?

Destroy it. Destroy him. Destroy everything.

His vengeful hands at last rose up but not to glide along familiar keys in search of harmony. He chose a different resonance by way of grasping the lid and bringing it down on Mozart’s meddlesome fingers.

What a terrible thing. The fingers of an man of music, especially one great as him were almost crushed by the lid, merely PRESSING harder into back as revenge, for fingers replaced from closed lid to jab along into back.

How dare, how dare.

#grisonner #♬☇ ˃˃ 𝑀𝓊𝓈𝒾𝒸 𝒾𝓈 𝓂𝓎 𝓁𝒾𝒻𝑒 𝒾𝓉 𝒾𝓈 𝓂𝓎 𝒹𝑒𝒶𝓉𝒽. (IC )

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He gripped the ivories tightly whilst turning in his seat, body as rigid as grudge. At last he lay his murderous eyes ‘pon the smiling face of god’s beloved. Rage scalded his bones, ever bubbling and boiling under his skin, and spewing its toxins into his lungs until he was robbed of his breath. The only sounds that could escape him were guttural groans.

❛ UuuuOoooOh…! OOOOOOOOH…! ❜

Cannot? Cannot?

Or will not?

Temperance play’d, leaning over with fingers connecting onto those fingers that would fiddle the keys with their useless fingers. Such a travesty indeed, the man who cannot play because his grudge were too strong for them to continue playing, those bones ached with rage, so he would HELP with the playing, but least that voice can sing

“ KYah! Yes good, that sound, the sound of complete annoyance! “

#grisonner #♬☇ ˃˃ 𝑀𝓊𝓈𝒾𝒸 𝒾𝓈 𝓂𝓎 𝓁𝒾𝒻𝑒 𝒾𝓉 𝒾𝓈 𝓂𝓎 𝒹𝑒𝒶𝓉𝒽. (IC )

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❛ I do not need lessons from a young upstart claiming to be a musician….! ❜

How long had they been in each other’s company? This old man could already feel a headache settling in.

“ Spoken as the one who cannot even play a simple tone in my presence. “

So old- so old- those brittle bones must be the age of OLD, someone who is all washed up and cannot even play because they let their emotions get the best of them. How pathetic.

#grisonner #♬☇ ˃˃ 𝑀𝓊𝓈𝒾𝒸 𝒾𝓈 𝓂𝓎 𝓁𝒾𝒻𝑒 𝒾𝓉 𝒾𝓈 𝓂𝓎 𝒹𝑒𝒶𝓉𝒽. (IC )