Roderich, isn't it that fellow Ludwig's birthday today? Is he your brother, or...? Either way, tell him I said happy birthday. I'm sure he'd appreciate it.
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Roderich, isn't it that fellow Ludwig's birthday today? Is he your brother, or...? Either way, tell him I said happy birthday. I'm sure he'd appreciate it.
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Matthew was in his house carved into the side of the mountain- when he looked outside and saw some man shivering at the front doorstep. "... Let's get you inside, eh?" He muttered, clearly concerned for him.
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Hey. What's brought you here?
calmandserenekeys said: He’s just going to stare at them. “I suppose that you good although, I do believe that I have more skill then you." He was tempted to give in because those cherry strudels look good.
Snickers and hold up the plate closer to the others face. "Only when it comes to baking... I obviously got the skill at the music making." He'd snort as his eyes narrowed at the brunette.
inner peace- open RP
The soulful melodies of Mozart's Fantasia in C minor ~♫~ constantly surround the cheap hotel where Wolfgang once stayed. Now that he had become the music, only those dearest to him could hear his voice- but everyone could hear the music. One would pass by the hotel, only regarding it after hearing the music that seemed to come from it.
But Wolfgang himself- he was not mourning for his own disappearance, but for the fact that he would never get to embrace his friends again, especially Roderich; all he was now was a voice beside his music. Somehow, though, he felt like he was being called to his little memorial in St. Marx Cemetery. He didn't know why, but it made him feel content somehow. The music travelled througout Vienna, until it reached its destination- its home. Wolfgang "smiled" and relaxed himself, the music fading into his piano concerto in C major. ~♫~ His inner calm was right here, this little memorial his fellow Masons built for him, the symbol of the world's love for him and his music. He could just rest, right here....
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I did short little blurbs, I'll add more once I feel like I can write half decent sentences.
Oh, a new follower?
Sorry, did you need something?
sugfjordenemine started following you and calmandserenekeys started following you
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