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Mar 1, 2008 20:03:25 GMT -5
Post by Vienna Mozart on Mar 1, 2008 20:03:25 GMT -5
((Indeed.))
Vienna rolled her eyes dramatically. "You're surprised by that? Apparently you don't know me as well as you think you do."
She leaned down to take another bite of spice cake, watching him get redder with every sip out of the corner of her eye.
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Mar 1, 2008 20:08:00 GMT -5
Post by Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart on Mar 1, 2008 20:08:00 GMT -5
He laughed "Not surprised my dear, simply happy!"
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Mar 1, 2008 20:11:25 GMT -5
Post by Vienna Mozart on Mar 1, 2008 20:11:25 GMT -5
"Ah."
She finished off her wine and began pouring herself a second glass.
"And you, Wolfgang. How have you kept yourself busy since I saw you last? Lots of parties and lots of women, I imagine."
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Mar 1, 2008 20:14:37 GMT -5
Post by Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart on Mar 1, 2008 20:14:37 GMT -5
He suddenly looked intensley sorrowful "I have married and now am the father of a young boy" he looked down with a small smile "parties have been put aside for the time being."
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Mar 1, 2008 20:19:47 GMT -5
Post by Vienna Mozart on Mar 1, 2008 20:19:47 GMT -5
She frowned deeply. Becoming involved in any way with a married man or father came with a lot of extra baggage that she preferred to avoid. But Wolfie looked so depressed by the turns his own life had taken that Vienna almost felt sorry for him.
"Is it Constanze?" she asked quietly.
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Mar 1, 2008 20:27:09 GMT -5
Post by Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart on Mar 1, 2008 20:27:09 GMT -5
"Yes" he thought about his wife for a moment, he felt tears well up in his eyes, but pushed them back "but she left me this past week."
((He's kind of Wolfie from right after Constanze left him and before he goes looney))
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Mar 1, 2008 20:35:06 GMT -5
Post by Vienna Mozart on Mar 1, 2008 20:35:06 GMT -5
"Oh," she responded, unsure what else to say. She wasn't how to be feeling at the moment, and she wished desperately that she'd never started this conversation.
The sun had long since gone down and thin clouds had drifted across the moon, casting eerie shadows through the windows. The fire was dying and the wine was going to be gone soon. Vienna hated to admit defeat, but with it as late as it was and Wolfgang on the verge of tears across from her, it didn't seem as if anything had worked the way it was supposed to.
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Mar 1, 2008 20:38:37 GMT -5
Post by Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart on Mar 1, 2008 20:38:37 GMT -5
He took the bottle in front on him and took a long gulp "But it is fine, yes?" He looked up with a smile "It was for the best, right? I mean I wasn't a very good husband and I wasn't making enough money to be able to support a house hold anyway!" He exclaimed suddenly jumping out of his chair.
"Papa was right! She wasn't right for me! She only held me back!" He slammed the bottle down and leaned over in front of Vienna "A woman should support the man right? Not hold them back, right?"
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Mar 1, 2008 20:48:51 GMT -5
Post by Vienna Mozart on Mar 1, 2008 20:48:51 GMT -5
She cocked an eyebrow at him, bemused by his sudden moodswing but not upset about it, even if she didn't agree with his sentiment.
"I don't see any reason a woman should hold a man back, but I also don't see any reason she should have to support him. Maybe he should support her."
She spoke with a note of warning in her tone. She was glad things were starting to look up again and she didn't care to ruin it by starting an argument, but she would not allow such old-fashioned and chauvinistic remarks to pass without comment.
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Mar 3, 2008 15:18:51 GMT -5
Post by Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart on Mar 3, 2008 15:18:51 GMT -5
"I did everything I could for that woman, EVERYTHING, and how does she repay me? By taking my son and vanishing!" He turned to Vienna "I'm tired of this game Vienna" he set the bottle down, the alcohol had taken affect quickly, although he couldn't be sure why even though we all know in the verse, you're either immune to the stuff, or when need be, a total lightweight.
He reached over and touched her face softly "Let's have some fun, forget our troubles, at least for the night, what do you say?"
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Mar 4, 2008 20:33:08 GMT -5
Post by Vienna Mozart on Mar 4, 2008 20:33:08 GMT -5
Vienna allowed him to touch her face, watching his hand and forearm thoughtfully as he did so. She felt surprisingly conflicted by his suggestion. It seemed unlikely that any sex that followed this conversation would be particularly fun or carefree, and she didn't care to be a stand-in for his missing wife, which she worried might happen. But, she reasoned, maybe he's just drunk enough that it won't matter once we've gotten started.
She stood. "Help me put these things away," she instructed him with a note of suggestion in her voice as she began collecting the plates and glasses.
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Mar 5, 2008 12:53:26 GMT -5
Post by Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart on Mar 5, 2008 12:53:26 GMT -5
"No" he stood up defiantly and pushed the plates out of her hands, he could see the shock on her face and it amused him "no Vienna, forget about the plates, forget about everything modern society tells us that is proper, leave them there for a night, they will be there in the morning. Hell leave them there for a week for all I care!" He grabbed her arms roughly, but not out of anger.
"Let's forget what they say is right, just for tonight" his eyes pushed in to hers with a manic desperation "just for tonight."
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Mar 5, 2008 13:37:15 GMT -5
Post by Vienna Mozart on Mar 5, 2008 13:37:15 GMT -5
Oooh.
She stared at him, a shocked stare on her face, for several seconds. Then she suddenly broke into a wide grin. This is what she'd been waiting for; she would have preferred to get here without the awkwardness in the middle, but at least they'd finally arrived.
"Why just for tonight?" she asked, full of false innocense. "Why not every night?"
She leaned in closer, breathed into his face as she spoke. She couldn't help it. Even as desperate as he was - and as desperate as she was becoming - she couldn't quite stop herself from toying with him a bit more.
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Mar 5, 2008 13:39:40 GMT -5
Post by Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart on Mar 5, 2008 13:39:40 GMT -5
"Why become attached? We know how that goes with us, but-" he ran his fingers up the sides of her arms in to her hair, leaning foreward he found his mouth quite close to her ear "-the sex was amazing."
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Mar 5, 2008 13:45:09 GMT -5
Post by Vienna Mozart on Mar 5, 2008 13:45:09 GMT -5
She almost went weak in the knees but managed to remain upright, partially by digging her fingernails into his arms.
"Well. Thank you." She turned her face just enough to grin at him like the Cheshire Cat, then returned to her former position and touched her lips to his neck, so softly it might have been accidental.
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