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Anonymous asked you: Your fic are beautiful! Prompt: Will playing Goldberg variations of Bach so well that it makes Hannibal cry?
Sorry this is so incredibly short. I wanted to do something different and wrote it in second person. If you guys absolutely hate it, I have no problem changing it to third. But I like second, hardly anyone uses it. Thanks for the compliment and prompt anon!
~JM
You hesitate before your fingers touch the yellowed keys of Hannibal's harpsichord, trying to remember notes and chords that haven't interested you since freshman year in high school. But you remember Hannibal didn't pressure you into this, you willingly promised to give it a try. The both of you are just curious if you can remember that one piece. For a split second you almost regret telling the doctor you managed to learn Bach's Goldberg Variations .
Despite that nervous feeling in your stomach telling you that you'll offend Hannibal's sense of taste, you begin a few hesitant notes. It takes a moment but you begin to remember the way your fingers are suppose to move and you settle comfortably, confidently into piece. Your eyes close of their own volition as old memories come back like worn photographs in shoe boxes forgotten under the bed.
Your fingers realize that you've finished before you have. A slight flush creeps into your cheeks as you turn to face the doctor. And you're sure you did horribly. After all, you haven't touched a piano since you had to move the upright into the house. But you don't expect to see Hannibal lightly pressed his kerchief to the corner of his eye.
"Was I that bad?" You ask lightly even though there's a sinking feeling starting in the pit of your stomach.
Hannibal rises to his feet and claps softly as he gives a small bow. "Very well done, Will."
