#frxnciszek

[shardsofanation]

“I’m here for you Roderich. See? I’m real…”

The brunette stepped back nervously, his hands moving up in front of himself protectively. The chronic hallucinations had been mercilessly gripping him for days, and it was to a point where he feared for reality in general. 

“I-I… I don’t… Can’t,” Roderich took another tentative step back, eyes wide and fearful. “No. This isn’t happening.”

[liebestraeumer]

|| you know what i just realized

|| pretty much every single composer rp blog who’s been rping with me writes their ooc posts with double bars before every paragraph

|| do you know what those double bars look like

|| DOUBLE BARS

[frxnciszek-deactivated20151126]

Frédéric, surprised, glanced down at the hand of Mr. Liszt, who held his face so gently.

[liebestraeumer]

“Franz? What are y-”

He calmly stopped in the middle of his sentence, as his eyes fixed on those of his dear friend. He was being pulled, controlled by those few, yet powerful words of the mysterious anon. But, was this really the case? He thought that perhaps this feeling that he felt was true. Perhaps he really did like Franz.

Using the last bit of self control that remained, Chopin asked one last question before it was too late. “Franz… Do you really love me?”

Well— 

[He can’t say for himself right now, but he knows what he will say next.]

Do you love me, Frédéric?

[He expects the anon’s magic spell to force them together, but now that he has yielded in full, perhaps whatever magic binds them has sensed it has no need for coercion. Slowly, quietly, with the touch of a gentle glissando, he presses his lips to Chopin’s. At first he only brushes those lips, intending to withdraw—but they are soft, surprisingly soft, almost like a woman’s. So he lets himself lean in, lean deep, embrace the release as his hands slide around Frédéric’s waist— 

The spell snaps. He pulls away and gasps. But still he feels something there, something alive, a seedling that had just sprung into light. His arms are still fixed in place, half-afraid to let it grow.]

[liebestraeumer]

// Franz's Patronus would be a lion. They both have cool hair, they can both go fast (Liszt with playing piano), and they are both fierce. Also, lions are protective of their families and Liszt was protective of his students. ;)

|| Ooh, very nice :) also the protective-of-students thing was more like a headcanon, but he did love them like his family. And as for his real kids...he did go out of his way to protect them from Marie d'Agoult (which was more a result of his falling out with her than anything else but still...) So yeah, that fits :3

[distempered-clavier-blog]

✏ :)

//please appreciate the St Jude Hospital post-it note this was made on. The illegible scrawl at the top says “From Ludwig” in my best version of Beethoven’s later handwriting. I actually took like a minute fourty five. I’m such a cheater.

[liebestraeumer]

♡ Kiss Chopin [if the muns don't mind ofc]

Absolutely not! Monsieur Chopin--certainly you would not agree to this demand?

[He knows, however, that he cannot last for long. Somewhere deep down, as all muses know--when anons command, they must obey.]

[liebestraeumer]

@frxnciszek

I... [He doesn't know quite what to say; after all, it's not every night you have a tryst in a good friend's house when he's traveling.] I'm truly sorry, Monsieur. I promise it will never happen again. [Not in Chopin's bed, anyway.]

[liebestraeumer]

So Franz.. Is that true? Do you secretly have feelings for me??

No...How anyone could conceive such rumors is, quite frankly, beyond me.