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When the audience's applause had died down Victor followed the  actions  of Henry,  who was always far more informed on the etiquette of the arts  that he. The magnificent performance was over and Mozart's last  piece was played and finished. It was time to collect their coats  and return to their residences, at  least,  this  is  what  the  scientist  believed. What was not revealed to him was that Henry had the intentions of having a  tête-à-tête with the  composer. It was late and Victor became increasingly  irritable  as he often was. His friend agreed that the  scientist  could  wait  in  the  hall while he scouted for the musician. Victor collected his coat at the entrance and stuffed his hands deep into his pockets with  a scowl on his face and being overly eager to leave soon. As he stepped into the cool night  air  he  spotted a figure walking along a path alongside the theatre. He called out to the man, trying not to startle him.

            "Hello-- sir?"

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Theodora did not actually have a dressing room,             and neither did  he — obviously — but he had the keys so it was basically his.          The pair were sprawled on the couch, lazily.                Shoes discarded, legs hanging off the furniture.         She drew in the smoke of her cigarette —  something so toxic, so alluring, but he’d never tried it.      Wolfgang had his own sources of entertainment, a glass of sherry,   twirled in his hand. It was but another b r i e f love affair to add to the list of nefarious things  he’s done in Paris now,  but being that, he saw no problem in doing just what he wanted. The glass of sherry was left on the coffee table,         to be momentarily forgotten. he leaned forward, gently pressing a slow kiss to her neck. “I have an Opera to get to, you know.”      He breathed, pulling away. “I’m  sure that as my pseudo-patron you can’t have me be late to that,   eh?”

  The afternoons were always lazy  ones in the  Anstruther  abode,  after the morning    letters had been written and Theodora was in no mood    of visiting or being visited    by anyone. Instead she laid sprawled in her couch, foots bare but for her stockings    and legs stretched to rest on the nearby commode.     At her side was her protégé,    an Austrian musician of considerable talent    in whom she had taken quite a fancy    — it was très à la mode to sustain those artists' needs,   and the Lady had happily    complied, finding it a very good use of her money.     Theodora was drawing on her cigarette, her hands bare,     when the pressed kiss    in her neck elicited a giggle from her lips.         "Must you do it now, though?" she     pouted playfully, drawing her legs to herself      and bending them underneath her    figure.     "The afternoon is much more enjoyable      when we can lay here, doing    nothing," she argued, drawing a finger along his jaw. 

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ϟ; spiessig

        ❛ i hope i'm not intruding, ❜ 

   HE'S FORTUNATE HIS      photographic memory         allows him    to speak many languages fluently                &           register it well.    otherwise his travels would be hindered by lack of communication    and that was     what he wanted to avoid, especially when meeting    the                     renowned              composer                   in vienna.  

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munday questions — accepting.

☆: What made you start playing your muse?

Gosh, I really can't remember. Cathy's been around for almost five years now, though always in different shapes and versions. At first she was part of a story I was writing, I even posted it here on tumblr on my old blog — I think I just loved her spirit, that reminded me so much of the character with the same name from Wuthering Heights? (Maybe that was even why I picked that name. I really can't remember, it's been so long, ugh). 

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✿ :Anything you want to say about your muse's faceclaim?

You mean other than that Björn Andresen is offensively pretty? Nah. I always have a very very hard time with FCs, because Michael is very femininely pretty and most guys are handsome, but not pretty. And I won't even talk about the hair, because actually he's supposed to be the Winter Type, like you know, black hair and blue eyes, but I gave up on that because come on. Bjorn is wonderful because he often looks so... empty. And Michael is a hollow being. Plus he often looks very very judgemental. So let's ignore that his FC is actually too young and not the right hair color because no one else got that flawless pretty 'judging you'-face 

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