fic: Ray Is Not A Drop of Golden Sun (But Walt Is)
Title:
Ray Is Not A Drop of Golden Sun (But Walt Is)
Author: terebi_ko
Pairing: Ray/Walt, unrequited Brad/Ray
Summary: Pianist!AU. In which Ray owns a hand-me-down upright piano that he got from Brad, and Walt plays Listz at wee hour on Saturdays just to piss Ray off.
There’s a new tenant next door. And Ray saw the movers bringing in a baby grand piano. A baby grand piano in a rundown three stories apartment building. Oh, Ray thought as he took a glance at his second hand-me-down upright piano. Alright then.
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Walt introduced himself with Chopin’s Fantasie. Ray countered him with Debussy’s Arabesque No. 1.
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“When you first learn this song,” Walt says after Ray finished playing, “Are you sure you were looking at the right music sheets, or were you drunk?” “When you were playing that song, were you asleep? Because I almost did.” Ray ran his fingers on the black silky surface of the piano. “Hey, can I come here some times to practice?” Which Walt replied with a single, “Out.” and a finger pointed at the door.
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Ray can hear Walt playing Brahms’ Symphony No. 3 through the thin walls. He loves the piece. He just wished Walt would play it more with his heart, and not just with his fingers.
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Walt doesn’t hate Ray because he could learn to play Balakirev just by listening to it (although with a slight ‘ala Ray adjustments’ here and there). Walt hates Ray because he ruined his piano with cigarette burns, coffee rings, and perspiration marks on the seat.
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Walt saw that Ray’s piano has a ‘B.C.’ initial carved on the fall board, but he didn’t ask him about it.
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When Walt told Ray that he moved here because he’s going to audition for the piano in Brad Colbert’s orchestra, Ray didn’t tell him that the reason Brad was opening an audition is because Ray declined the part no matter how many times Brad asked him to.
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Walt would play Hungarian Rhapsody as loud as he can on early Saturday mornings just to pissed Ray off. Walt couldn’t help to grin at the thought of Ray in his room across the hall, sprawled in bed, pillow covering his ears, trying to go back to sleep. Fucking Walter and his Listz.
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“I heard your Beethoven last night.” Said Ray with a cup of coffee in his hand, catching up to Walt as he walked out of the building to throw out some trash. Ray also has a huge plastic bag of trash in his other hand.
Walt just sighed, getting ready for another comment from Ray. Whether it’s about his lack of emotions or too by-the-book play, Ray always has some new insults to give Walt everyday. But it surprised him when Ray just smiled at him as he threw the plastic bag next to Walt’s.
“It’s good. You’re starting to play like a human now.” Ray took a sip of his coffee. “I’m impressed.”
Walt would’ve smile at this uncalled praise, but he’d never give Ray the satisfaction. So instead, Walt take the coffee out of Ray’s hand and gulped the rest of the thing down. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and put the mug back in Ray’s hand.
“Your condescension, as always, is much appreciated, Ray, thank you.” Walt said with a slight smile as he head back first inside, climbing up the two steps at once.
Ray stood there with an empty cup, and called out after a while, “Really, Walter? You’re quoting Inception? Hey. Hey, Walt! Wait up!”
Ray Is Not A Drop of Golden Sun (But Walt Is)
Author: terebi_ko
Pairing: Ray/Walt, unrequited Brad/Ray
Summary: Pianist!AU. In which Ray owns a hand-me-down upright piano that he got from Brad, and Walt plays Listz at wee hour on Saturdays just to piss Ray off.
There’s a new tenant next door. And Ray saw the movers bringing in a baby grand piano. A baby grand piano in a rundown three stories apartment building. Oh, Ray thought as he took a glance at his second hand-me-down upright piano. Alright then.
---
Walt introduced himself with Chopin’s Fantasie. Ray countered him with Debussy’s Arabesque No. 1.
---
“When you first learn this song,” Walt says after Ray finished playing, “Are you sure you were looking at the right music sheets, or were you drunk?” “When you were playing that song, were you asleep? Because I almost did.” Ray ran his fingers on the black silky surface of the piano. “Hey, can I come here some times to practice?” Which Walt replied with a single, “Out.” and a finger pointed at the door.
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Ray can hear Walt playing Brahms’ Symphony No. 3 through the thin walls. He loves the piece. He just wished Walt would play it more with his heart, and not just with his fingers.
---
Walt doesn’t hate Ray because he could learn to play Balakirev just by listening to it (although with a slight ‘ala Ray adjustments’ here and there). Walt hates Ray because he ruined his piano with cigarette burns, coffee rings, and perspiration marks on the seat.
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Walt saw that Ray’s piano has a ‘B.C.’ initial carved on the fall board, but he didn’t ask him about it.
---
When Walt told Ray that he moved here because he’s going to audition for the piano in Brad Colbert’s orchestra, Ray didn’t tell him that the reason Brad was opening an audition is because Ray declined the part no matter how many times Brad asked him to.
---
Walt would play Hungarian Rhapsody as loud as he can on early Saturday mornings just to pissed Ray off. Walt couldn’t help to grin at the thought of Ray in his room across the hall, sprawled in bed, pillow covering his ears, trying to go back to sleep. Fucking Walter and his Listz.
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“I heard your Beethoven last night.” Said Ray with a cup of coffee in his hand, catching up to Walt as he walked out of the building to throw out some trash. Ray also has a huge plastic bag of trash in his other hand.
Walt just sighed, getting ready for another comment from Ray. Whether it’s about his lack of emotions or too by-the-book play, Ray always has some new insults to give Walt everyday. But it surprised him when Ray just smiled at him as he threw the plastic bag next to Walt’s.
“It’s good. You’re starting to play like a human now.” Ray took a sip of his coffee. “I’m impressed.”
Walt would’ve smile at this uncalled praise, but he’d never give Ray the satisfaction. So instead, Walt take the coffee out of Ray’s hand and gulped the rest of the thing down. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and put the mug back in Ray’s hand.
“Your condescension, as always, is much appreciated, Ray, thank you.” Walt said with a slight smile as he head back first inside, climbing up the two steps at once.
Ray stood there with an empty cup, and called out after a while, “Really, Walter? You’re quoting Inception? Hey. Hey, Walt! Wait up!”