The First Dream

[extravagances]

Dream Effects: A sense of foreboding.
Notes: Mentions of death in this.

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[gesangvoll]

[MOZART YOU WILL MAKE HIM CRY. Internally, of course. He wants to praise you and tell you that dream!daddy (and probs real!daddy in some cases) is wrong, and things of that sort. But. That's possibly rude and intrusive and he does not want to overstep boundaries with Mozart of all people.]

Certainly, I would not want to keep you from other projects.

[even he can tell that Mozart is not exactly in his best spirits, not just because of the dream, but because of how not calm he sounds. Whether that is his Mozart-senses at work, or it's that obvious, who knows.]

Do forgive me for asking, but ah... are you all right? If I am overstepping my boundaries, do tell me, of course.

[extravagances]

Then I will be handing you them as soon as I get them all gathered! [Yeah, he'll just be acting cheerful, even though it's probably obvious he is not very cheerful.

Thanks, dead dad and omen of death.

Though he's a little surprised at Austria's next question, even if he probably shouldn't. Even more cheerful now. Probably sounding a little forced because how doe one act happy after a dream like that?]

Not at all! And I am fine. Perfectly fine. It was just a bad dream. I can't let that possibly get me down, could I? I'd never get anything done.

[gesangvoll]

I look forward to it very much. [And that is probably an understatement. Since, you know. Mozart.

Give him a sec while he pauses to think about whether he should press things or not. He doesn't want to seem forceful or anything like that, but... baw Mozart.]

Regardless, if there is anything I can do to help right now, do let me know. Even if it was simply a bad dream, a bad dream can bring down an entire day.

[extravagances]

I'm sure you will! I do think this is one of my greatest yet! [Even though he feels like he's about to have a heart attack, that confidence does not waver. It probably never will.

...That is a nice offer. He goes quiet for a moment and then speaks up.]

You said you are Austria, yes? The country?

[He still finds the whole thing funny and he's still not sure he believes it, but it's still amusing so he doesn't bother to argue it or question it too much. Right now, though, it's important.]

[clonezart]

[So he knew he was going to die... Clonezart's a little bit jealous, honestly, because he's never had a father. That aside, he's...pretty convinced this is Mozart now. Unless he's a delusional man who dreams of Leopold and the Requiem and is conveniently dying, just like Mozart.]

You are truly Mozart.

[extravagances]

[That's really the last thing he was expecting.]

What?

[Oh wait, yeah. The clone who didn't think he was Mozart. It's a horrible way to prove his identity, but at least he doesn't have somebody constantly claiming he isn't Mozart.]

Are you pleased to know you were wrong?

[Sorry, that was sarcasm there. Not in the best mood.]

[clonezart]

Regardless of how I feel, the fact is that you're Mozart.

[No. He's not happy about it. Thanks for noticing.]

[extravagances]

And I have been since I've gotten here. Long before that.

[Yeah, finally realizing he's Mozart will not change things. Been kind of annoying, clone. Which is saying something considering this is Mozart.]

1/2 NOT HERE LOL

[bienquifaitmal]

[Well, if that's not worrying he doesn't know what is. It only increases the foreboding he's felt ever since that conversation with the young man who claimed to be Mozart's clone. Yeah, he's going to be watching you more closely now, Mozart]

2/2 [voice]

[bienquifaitmal]

[he sounds a bit sleepy though]

It is the middle of the night, Mozart. I believe your project can wait until tomorrow.

[voice]

[extravagances]

['More closely'...? There was watching before?

But yeah, he sounds wide awake. A jittery sort of awakeness, though.]

No, it cannot. I have to start work as soon as possible.

[He's dying.]

[voice]

[bienquifaitmal]

[Yes, but he was more ninja about it :|a]

I cannot think that you're in a better state to write now than in the morning.

[poet_of_piano]

[Any time Mozart brought up that piece, Chopin also was reminded of his continual reminders of his impending death within his own world. Arranging for Mozart's final composition to be played at his own funeral was one of the first things that he had arranged for years ago, and yet, his own life lingered on for far longer then any doctor had assumed he would last. The sense of quickly loosing the little time he had left, dragged out over the course of years, was unbearable. To think of what Mozart was going through...]

... Are you worried that you wont have the time to finish your requiem?

[extravagances]

[It's a little unfortunate that Mozart has no idea that Chopin could relate very easily to him right now. Not that he'd go broadcasting his fears, but it'd still be there to know that somebody did understand.]

That is one thing I'm worried about, but I have faith! As long as I dedicate myself to this, it will be finished.

[poet_of_piano]

It may be hard, knowing that it is still unfinished, but please, don't let it concern you so much. I know you will finish it.

[extravagances]

I will finish it here, there is no doubt about that. [Though he's doomed not to finish it.] But thank you for the kind words.