[Salieri distantly feels the tugging and moves where he's directed thoughtlessly, the movement pulling him slightly out of whereever he's gone mentally--
Ah, Monsieur Angus is saying something to him and he should really respond, shouldn't he? It's rather rude to (My death is here)
to not reply--]
Ah, y...yes. [faintly, trying to focus on Angus, on his voice, despite the strains of music (Lacrimosa, Dies irae--) that feel like they drift cloyingly past his ear]
It's beautiful...
[murmured, quietly--it's the music of a requiem, a song for the dead, but like everything Mozart does, it's sublime...]
cw: more disassociation + flashbacks
Ah, Monsieur Angus is saying something to him and he should really respond, shouldn't he? It's rather rude to (My death is here)
to not reply--]
Ah, y...yes. [faintly, trying to focus on Angus, on his voice, despite the strains of music (Lacrimosa, Dies irae--) that feel like they drift cloyingly past his ear]
It's beautiful...
[murmured, quietly--it's the music of a requiem, a song for the dead, but like everything Mozart does, it's sublime...]