A heavy sigh left Roderich's slightly parted lips. "He's late..." he grumbled quietly to himself.
Drumming his fingers on the antique table, he filled his teacup with yet another round of Darjeeling, relying on it to keep him alive in the late hours of the night. He was never one to roam about after dark, a ridiculous pastime in his mind. If you have the energy, wake up nice and early so at least you can see something or other, as he viewed it. He glanced at the near-empty pot andscowled at the lack of tea.
'Why am I even doing this?' he questioned himself grimly. 'I'm wasting all of my fine tealeaves waiting on that dolt. ' He knew perfectly well, despite the voices that may have said otherwise.
"That Dolt" would saunter into the mansion, completely sloshed and chortle arm in arm with his stupid friends, their intoxicated voices booming through the empty halls. Since Roderich insisted on living in the room closest to the grand entrance, despite warnings from Ludwig, (The music room was so close, of course. How could he part with his precious piano and all the other lovely instruments? ) he could hear absolutely everything coming in and out of the great doors. Soaround 12:00 AM every night, his eyes would shoot open, and he would be unable to fall back asleep. He figured that if he's just going to get so rudely interrupted from his delicate sleep pattern, he might as well just let the stampede make its way through before "they" left, and "he" collapsed somewhere in the house in a snoring heap.
He looked out the window, gazing intently at the black night stretchingout before him, observing the trees in the front courtyard, their nearly bare shapes outlined by the light dully emanating from the estate. A few stubborn leaves flapped on the naked trees, desperately clinging on, refusing to accept the coming of winter. He focused on his reflection in the glass, looking world-weary and impatient.
A pair of headlights shone in the distance, advancing upon the gate shielding the villa from the rest of the world. A barely audible engine became gradually louder as it pulled in front of the mansion rather clumsily, breaking abruptly. Three silhouettes in the dark stumbled to the door and halted at the front, deciding to make a little more merry before parting.
It made Roderich sick.
He rose gracefully from his seat by the window and glided down the staircase, going straight into the music room, shutting the glass doors behind him with a loud clang. He refused to be in "That Dolt's" path of drunken destruction. He grabbed a sheet of music and shoved it on the piano stand, not quite caring at this point what it was, as long as it drowned out the idiots and lasted until the dust cleared. He cleared his throat and laying his outstretched fingers on the keys, he started playing. His hands danced up and down the ivory keys and he lost himself in the music completely, noticing for the first time what he was actually playing. It really was a lovely suite, Moonlight Sonata, one of Ludwig's, regrettably. The strict man never had time for music anymore (A pathetic excuse, if Roderich did say so himself) and didn't do Beethoven justice he so deserved. So, naturally, Roderich just had to have it for himself. The first movement was his personal favorite, its melancholy melody accompanied by deep minor chords struck a sort of unknown longing in his soul, even after the thousandth time he played it.
The page turned by an unknown hand, and Roderich plowed on for a few seconds before coming back to reality. Sheets of music didn't just turn themselves. He lifted his hands off of the piano and swung his head around, eyes directly meeting a pair of blood-red eyes. Immediately his stomach dropped. In his angered state, he forgot to lock the door.
Fantastic.
Hello There! Thank you for reading this in advance, I should upload the next chapter soon, and I apologize for taking so long to those of you that I promised a Prustria fic. '''orz Sorry, its kinda angsty, but I'll try to throw some more light-hearted moments, you'll see ;) Btw, I mean for this to be fairly historically accurate. If it isn't, I beg of you, PLEASE correct me, I will be more than happy to oblige (idk how I'll fit it into the story, but its good to know anyway). Constructive criticism and just plain ol' reviews in general are loved.
If you read my only other story ;;;_ /activeauthorfail, You might notice that this story and my other one intertwine a bit.
Really, I can't thank you people enough for reading this, and my other story. I'm new to this game still and and am being welcomed with open arms. Really, I was surprised to get any response whatsoever, let alone a decent amount of reviews and favorites and a couple author watches. *sentimental idiot*
Special Thanks to my Lovely Editor, Houdeanie Beanie
Enough of my jibber-jabber! See you next chapter!
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