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(closed) it should be enough, to make something beautiful.
Who: Amadeus & Salieri
When: 16th of Octeuril
Where: Bond ceremony garden
What: In which something intends to happen and then Doesn't
Warnings: Drama and angst on a grand scale
[Something light and airy fills Salieri's head and makes him dizzy even as he sits perfectly still.
With the city still picking up the pieces from the chaotic nights before (how thankful he is that he's a regular Chimera againโ) Salieri was almost tentative to approach the Coven and ask for a ceremony to be held. What a relief it was thenโ to hear the Witch's assuring words. We will always make time to oversee a Bond, my dear. Yes, truly it was a weight lifted from his heart.
From his heart...] ...
[From the middle of the courtyard where he sits Salieri takes in the various rows and sections of bushes and flowers. A spell, he assumes, keeps this small area blooming all year roundโ for the sight of the various fauna and the welcoming calm they bring supposedly brings luck to all potential Bonds.
His tail lays limpโ completely still.
From the corner of his eye he watches the Witch tidy up the circle he and Amadeus are meant to step into. He's arrived far earlier than their agreed time... for sitting in his room and waiting for this moment seemed like a new type of torture he could only inflict on himself. He could not wait. He and Amadeus were to finally... finally be Bonded. Truly Bonded.
Bonded, for the sake of our sanity. For the sake of our influence. For that... alone.
Salieri sighs raggedly, runs a hand through his grey hair.
The time has finally come. His chest feels fit to burst- but with what? With what?
As he silently wrestles with that thought he sits. He waits.]
When: 16th of Octeuril
Where: Bond ceremony garden
What: In which something intends to happen and then Doesn't
Warnings: Drama and angst on a grand scale
[Something light and airy fills Salieri's head and makes him dizzy even as he sits perfectly still.
With the city still picking up the pieces from the chaotic nights before (how thankful he is that he's a regular Chimera againโ) Salieri was almost tentative to approach the Coven and ask for a ceremony to be held. What a relief it was thenโ to hear the Witch's assuring words. We will always make time to oversee a Bond, my dear. Yes, truly it was a weight lifted from his heart.
From his heart...] ...
[From the middle of the courtyard where he sits Salieri takes in the various rows and sections of bushes and flowers. A spell, he assumes, keeps this small area blooming all year roundโ for the sight of the various fauna and the welcoming calm they bring supposedly brings luck to all potential Bonds.
His tail lays limpโ completely still.
From the corner of his eye he watches the Witch tidy up the circle he and Amadeus are meant to step into. He's arrived far earlier than their agreed time... for sitting in his room and waiting for this moment seemed like a new type of torture he could only inflict on himself. He could not wait. He and Amadeus were to finally... finally be Bonded. Truly Bonded.
Bonded, for the sake of our sanity. For the sake of our influence. For that... alone.
Salieri sighs raggedly, runs a hand through his grey hair.
The time has finally come. His chest feels fit to burst- but with what? With what?
As he silently wrestles with that thought he sits. He waits.]