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Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart ([personal profile] 226sluttyyears) wrote in [community profile] granpulse 2017-10-15 03:13 am (UTC)

I died before I decided on a name. Perhaps that is its eternal fanfare, its christened name. A 'tacet'.

[ He doesn't particularly care if anyone named that piece in the modern day-- it was his work and he chose the name. Besides, silence spoke for plenty about him at that time where he could not reach her, when the revolution was spinning wire 'round her neck. It's easy to regret when you're a heroic spirit all the saving you could have done, when in truth you were just a dying man, barely rasping to get out a single note of your voice.

He wonders if that's why he became what he did. A last, dying note of regret. He'd asked for her hand quicker than anyone else could have, as if dibs were at play, but she was destined to be traded for her country and for peace-- a noble idea, had it worked. With the revolution brought fire and a dismantlement of the monarchy she was sold to. If only Maria Theresa had taken his proposition more seriously... would it matter to her still? That the peace she had traded for was peace nonetheless?

To speak ill of your soulmate's mother is unbecoming at best. He'll stop. ]


Louis Auguste. [ He said, mischievious, misleading, lying. ] Your marks must have wooed the entire court, yes?

[ Did France paint them on in an absence? He can't remember all those years ago what was in fashion for France. ]

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