It was nightfall before Elizaveta could no longer remember any songs to play. By then, Roderich’s eyes were drooping and he was struggling to stay awake. Gilbert had long since retired to the floor, snoozing lightly against a piano leg.
A blink and he is aware of a new sensation.
He feels something soft and plush under his head, and something warm and heavy draped over his body. Groggy eyes scan the room, just in time to see a flash of white round the corner.
A weak mumble and reach of the hand and it seems Gilbert has materialized beside him.
He feels a steady hand on his head, calmly petting it in a rare act of kindness from the usually boorish nation. He feels tears prick at his dry eyes, and before he knows it, there are two salty streams running from them. He feels the hand retract and he unconsciously curls in on himself.
What has he done to deserve their love?
It takes him a few seconds to realize the piano is gently buzzing with life.
He lifts his eyes to see Gilbert at the piano bench, his eyes shut fast in concentration as he plays a familiar melody. A happy smile graces foreign lips.
And in the silver gloom of the room, the Moonlight’s Sonata lulls the Austrian to sleep.
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[3/3] My Moonlight Sonatas
(Anonymous) 2010-09-17 02:56 am (UTC)(link)A blink and he is aware of a new sensation.
He feels something soft and plush under his head, and something warm and heavy draped over his body. Groggy eyes scan the room, just in time to see a flash of white round the corner.
A weak mumble and reach of the hand and it seems Gilbert has materialized beside him.
He feels a steady hand on his head, calmly petting it in a rare act of kindness from the usually boorish nation. He feels tears prick at his dry eyes, and before he knows it, there are two salty streams running from them. He feels the hand retract and he unconsciously curls in on himself.
What has he done to deserve their love?
It takes him a few seconds to realize the piano is gently buzzing with life.
He lifts his eyes to see Gilbert at the piano bench, his eyes shut fast in concentration as he plays a familiar melody. A happy smile graces foreign lips.
And in the silver gloom of the room, the Moonlight’s Sonata lulls the Austrian to sleep.
Re: [3/3] My Moonlight Sonatas
(Anonymous) 2010-09-17 03:07 pm (UTC)(link)