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tamingthemuseTitle: Memories
Fandom: Arthurian legends
Prompt: Prompt 398 - Requiem
Warnings: None.
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: The Arthurian legends are in the public domain. I make no reference to any copyrighted work. So all is mine.
Beta: None, so any mistakes you see are mine.
Summary: The notes echoed in the room as Galahad's fingers slid effortlessly across the piano.
The notes echoed in the room as Galahad's fingers slid effortlessly across the piano. He had his eyes closed and a deep look of concentration in his face. He had played the song many times before and knew this partition well. He didn't need to see any of the instructions but the music was difficult to bear.
His jaw clenched as he reached a particularly dramatic moment, his mind and body trying to keep the memories at bay. It didn't work and his fingers slipped on the keyboard, the music suddenly distorted into an ungraceful cacophony.
He let his hands fall on his laps as he opened his eyes and starred at the photo on the wall opposite the piano. A young man with pale skin, dark black hair and deep green eyes was smiling happily at him. Galahad couldn't help but smile back. The gesture didn't quite reach his eyes as he knew this portrait was all he had left of Mordred's tender smile.
Galahad's eyes were focused on the partition before him, his fingers trying the notes hesitantly on the piano. He was so focused, he didn't notice Mordred walk into the room. He didn't hear him as he approached slowly and it was only when Mordred's lips caressed his neck that Galahad became conscious of the other man's presence. A shiver ran down his spine and his body bent backwards automatically, asking for more of the touch.
"Stop it," he meekly protested as his fingers tried very hard to remain in time with the metronome. "I need to practice. The concert is in less than a week."
"I'm not stopping you," Mordred whispered in a low voice against Galahad's skin.
Galahad tried to shift his neck away from Mordred's lips but the other man kept following him until Galahad slipped down from his stool.
"Ouch," Galahad mock protested as he started laughing along with Mordred. He extended a hand to ask for help but as Mordred grabbed it, Galahad pulled him down to him. "Got you," he whispered before pulling him in for a kiss.
"I thought you needed to practice," commented Mordred as their lips broke apart.
"Shut up," was all Galahad could reply before pulling the other man's in for another kiss.
Mordred's portrait was obstinately smiling at Galahad. The pianist bent his head, trying to avoid the loving gaze of his absent lover. "Why did you have to go," he whispered, a lump in his throat. He rubbed his eyes hard with the back of his hand in an attempt to wipe away his tears, but it didn't work quite well. He let them fall silently for a minute before taking a deep breath while raising his head.
"Okay," he said to the portrait on the wall. "I'll finish this. You're not going to stop me practicing this time," he finished defiantly.
His fingers went back to the keys and slowly, one note after the other he kept on playing Mordred's favourite requiem.
Fandom: Arthurian legends
Prompt: Prompt 398 - Requiem
Warnings: None.
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: The Arthurian legends are in the public domain. I make no reference to any copyrighted work. So all is mine.
Beta: None, so any mistakes you see are mine.
Summary: The notes echoed in the room as Galahad's fingers slid effortlessly across the piano.
The notes echoed in the room as Galahad's fingers slid effortlessly across the piano. He had his eyes closed and a deep look of concentration in his face. He had played the song many times before and knew this partition well. He didn't need to see any of the instructions but the music was difficult to bear.
His jaw clenched as he reached a particularly dramatic moment, his mind and body trying to keep the memories at bay. It didn't work and his fingers slipped on the keyboard, the music suddenly distorted into an ungraceful cacophony.
He let his hands fall on his laps as he opened his eyes and starred at the photo on the wall opposite the piano. A young man with pale skin, dark black hair and deep green eyes was smiling happily at him. Galahad couldn't help but smile back. The gesture didn't quite reach his eyes as he knew this portrait was all he had left of Mordred's tender smile.
Galahad's eyes were focused on the partition before him, his fingers trying the notes hesitantly on the piano. He was so focused, he didn't notice Mordred walk into the room. He didn't hear him as he approached slowly and it was only when Mordred's lips caressed his neck that Galahad became conscious of the other man's presence. A shiver ran down his spine and his body bent backwards automatically, asking for more of the touch.
"Stop it," he meekly protested as his fingers tried very hard to remain in time with the metronome. "I need to practice. The concert is in less than a week."
"I'm not stopping you," Mordred whispered in a low voice against Galahad's skin.
Galahad tried to shift his neck away from Mordred's lips but the other man kept following him until Galahad slipped down from his stool.
"Ouch," Galahad mock protested as he started laughing along with Mordred. He extended a hand to ask for help but as Mordred grabbed it, Galahad pulled him down to him. "Got you," he whispered before pulling him in for a kiss.
"I thought you needed to practice," commented Mordred as their lips broke apart.
"Shut up," was all Galahad could reply before pulling the other man's in for another kiss.
Mordred's portrait was obstinately smiling at Galahad. The pianist bent his head, trying to avoid the loving gaze of his absent lover. "Why did you have to go," he whispered, a lump in his throat. He rubbed his eyes hard with the back of his hand in an attempt to wipe away his tears, but it didn't work quite well. He let them fall silently for a minute before taking a deep breath while raising his head.
"Okay," he said to the portrait on the wall. "I'll finish this. You're not going to stop me practicing this time," he finished defiantly.
His fingers went back to the keys and slowly, one note after the other he kept on playing Mordred's favourite requiem.
