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The patron saint of mediocrity.
I absolve you, I absolve you all!
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Only talent interests a woman of taste: antagonistic-notions: Salieri sat at his forté piano, his long, thin...
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“I did not know you were such a… ah… hobbyist,” Salieri smiled awkwardly, chuckling a little. “You never come across to me as the domestic type. With all due respect, of course, Madame,” he added, with a good-natured smile.
“What spurned this idea of reviving old dresses?” he asked with a polite interest, tilting his head a little. “I suppose you are in some ways a little conservative, hmm?” he chuckled again.
“It’s a charming idea, I think,” Salieri said, gazing at Katerina. “It shows that they can live to their proper potential, and not become obsolete or redundant. If dresses could speak, I believe they would be thanking you!” he laughed a little at his own ludicrous idea.
“But my dear Katerina,” Salieri crooned, “Whatever will you do if this newfangled Turkish designer craze is yesterday’s fashion?” He raised a playful eyebrow at her, imploring her to go on.
“If it is a thing of the past already?” Katerina paused, before proclaiming, “Then whoever decides these things has no taste. Turkey is the way forward, I believe. Would you not agree?”
The singer allowed her eyes to briefly roam over her tutor, taking in his appearance, making note of every detail and finding it, as ever, to her liking. However, she could not help herself from remarking, with a small chuckle.
“Of course, it’s so much easier for menfolk, is it not? There is not the same pressure to, shall we say, become a peacock? Am I wrong?”
“Turkey does have its virtues, I do agree,” Salieri nodded, smiling. “As does every other nation, great or small, humble or renowned. I suppose I am generalising, just a little,” he chuckled.
Salieri noticed as Katerina was surveying him with her twinkling blue eyes, and in the act of feeling a little scrutinised, he made sure his lapels were straight and his cravat in perfect allignment with his sternum. He shot her a brief, shy look and smiled.
“Oh, some men, they like to make themselves a centrepiece in society, and ensure that all eyes are on them,” Salieri mused, brushing the piano keys with his fingertips, gently enough so that they didn’t resound. “I believe it depends on the type. I take great care in preparing myself for the outside world, but not to captivate,” he sighed, adjusting his sleeve cuffs. “I like to remain invisible to most,” he looked up at Katerina, giving her an odd look.
Although usually fearless, Katerina couldn’t help but feel nervous upon noticing the odd look Salieri was giving her. She wasn’t sure whether he was scrutinising her response, which was not a thought she was particularly comfortable with. Katherina was used to simply being taken for what she appeared, a simple, flirtatious fairy. In fact, she was rather alarmed by the very thought of someone looking beyond this, although, on some level, the very idea that her mentor should consider her in this way delighted her.
“I do not know, signore,” she lilted, giving him a coy glance every now and then, “that your wish to remain invisible has been granted. At least in my eyes, you are quite the captivating figure…”
Salieri avoided eye contact as she said this, not being used to compliments, or in fact any personal matter surfacing in conversation. He smiled quietly to himself, though abashed himself for feeling a little awkward.
“Hmm?,” he said finally, looking up from the piano keys. “I feel then that I have failed in my efforts,” he sighed, looking a little troubled.
“Why, you ask, do I take up such a prestigious position in society, when I wish to remain unseen?” Salieri looked at Katerina, his expression unreadable. “It is not man’s attention whom I seek,” he said seriously, glancing at the crucifix on the wall over Katerina’s shoulder. “Forgive me if I appear difficult to read,” he muttered, brushing the dust off the piano keys with his fingertips. “Shall we begin practicing your scales?” he changed the subject rather abruptly, which was unusual, for any abrupt behavior was very much unlike him.
Only talent interests a woman of taste: antagonistic-notions: Salieri sat at his forté piano, his long, thin...
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“I did not know you were such a… ah… hobbyist,” Salieri smiled awkwardly, chuckling a little. “You never come across to me as the domestic type. With all due respect, of course, Madame,” he added, with a good-natured smile.
“What spurned this idea of reviving old dresses?” he asked with a polite interest, tilting his head a little. “I suppose you are in some ways a little conservative, hmm?” he chuckled again.
“It’s a charming idea, I think,” Salieri said, gazing at Katerina. “It shows that they can live to their proper potential, and not become obsolete or redundant. If dresses could speak, I believe they would be thanking you!” he laughed a little at his own ludicrous idea.
“But my dear Katerina,” Salieri crooned, “Whatever will you do if this newfangled Turkish designer craze is yesterday’s fashion?” He raised a playful eyebrow at her, imploring her to go on.
“If it is a thing of the past already?” Katerina paused, before proclaiming, “Then whoever decides these things has no taste. Turkey is the way forward, I believe. Would you not agree?”
The singer allowed her eyes to briefly roam over her tutor, taking in his appearance, making note of every detail and finding it, as ever, to her liking. However, she could not help herself from remarking, with a small chuckle.
“Of course, it’s so much easier for menfolk, is it not? There is not the same pressure to, shall we say, become a peacock? Am I wrong?”
“Turkey does have its virtues, I do agree,” Salieri nodded, smiling. “As does every other nation, great or small, humble or renowned. I suppose I am generalising, just a little,” he chuckled.
Salieri noticed as Katerina was surveying him with her twinkling blue eyes, and in the act of feeling a little scrutinised, he made sure his lapels were straight and his cravat in perfect allignment with his sternum. He shot her a brief, shy look and smiled.
“Oh, some men, they like to make themselves a centrepiece in society, and ensure that all eyes are on them,” Salieri mused, brushing the piano keys with his fingertips, gently enough so that they didn’t resound. “I believe it depends on the type. I take great care in preparing myself for the outside world, but not to captivate,” he sighed, adjusting his sleeve cuffs. “I like to remain invisible to most,” he looked up at Katerina, giving her an odd look. (via thesublimekaterinacavalieri)
Only talent interests a woman of taste: antagonistic-notions: Salieri sat at his forté piano, his long, thin...
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Salieri smiled a little as he folded his hands atop the piano lid.
“Come, Madame,” he said, a little imploringly. “It is not like you to have nothing to say! With all due respect, of course,” he added, a little cautiously.
“I see you are still admiring and up-keeping the latest Turkish fashions,” he smiled, looking at Katerina’s lavish outfit. “And I thought it would just have been a phase, just like your short-lived love of the Rococo!”
Salieri chuckled, his eyes twinkling.
“Tell me, my dear, whatever did you do with those old unwanted dresses of yours?”
Katherina flushed slightly, unable to stifle a slight giggle at Salieri’s undeniably true remarks.
“I do not believe, maestro, that there is such a thing as an unwanted dress. I never rid myself of them, they simply mean too much to me. I usually have them re-arranged into other dresses…” She paused, fearing for a moment that he could find her attitude towards her possessions to be foolish, but then continuing in her usual, confident manner, ” …or cushions. Neither do I believe that I shall be abandoning my love of Turkish stylings any time soon. Especially as they show no signs of waning in popularity.”
Having unleashed such a wave of dress-related, one-way conversation upon Salieri, she stopped, gazing at him intensely, with an air of puzzlement.
“Why do you ask, Signore? You don’t disapprove, do you? I’d hate to do something that displeased you.”
“I did not know you were such a… ah… hobbyist,” Salieri smiled awkwardly, chuckling a little. “You never come across to me as the domestic type. With all due respect, of course, Madame,” he added, with a good-natured smile.
“What spurned this idea of reviving old dresses?” he asked with a polite interest, tilting his head a little. “I suppose you are in some ways a little conservative, hmm?” he chuckled again.
“It’s a charming idea, I think,” Salieri said, gazing at Katerina. “It shows that they can live to their proper potential, and not become obsolete or redundant. If dresses could speak, I believe they would be thanking you!” he laughed a little at his own ludicrous idea.
“But my dear Katerina,” Salieri crooned, “Whatever will you do if this newfangled Turkish designer craze is yesterday’s fashion?” He raised a playful eyebrow at her, imploring her to go on. (via thesublimekaterinacavalieri)
My, erm… eh…
*coughs awkwardly and tugs at collar*
That’s good to now, Madame.
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Katherina smiled broadly at Salieri, ignoring the awkwardness of his compliment in favour of being flattered by it.
“Why, thank you, Maestro,” she replied, looking up at him from under her eyelashes, “you know how much I adore ornamentation. Although always in the best of taste, of course.”
“It’s… interesting to say the least,” Salieri chuckled and reached out to tickle Katherina’s wrist, as was his usual greeting, and probably the only instance where he was willing to show his affection.
“So what news, my dear?” he smiled as he led Madame Cavalieri to the forté piano. “Come, give me some gossip!” he chuckled, taking his seat by the instrument.
Even after years of study with Signore Salieri, their routine had never changed, little details perhaps, but the basic structure of the lesson remained the same, she would arrive, they would exchange pleasantries, Katherina would share with her tutor all the gossip of Viennese society, much of which he had little interest in, then they would practice her scales before moving on to other things. The palm-tickling had crept into their lessons seemingly unnoticed, Katherina couldn’t remember when, but it was customary now and never failed to bring a fond smile to her lips. Today was no different. Smiling charmingly, she took her place opposite Salieri.
“I’m afraid that there is very little for me to tell you, Maestro. The little world that we live in has been terribly quiet of late.” Sighing dramatically, as though personally offended, she continued, assuming an air of suffering. “I’m simply dying for a good scandal!”
Salieri smiled a little as he folded his hands atop the piano lid.
“Come, Madame,” he said, a little imploringly. “It is not like you to have nothing to say! With all due respect, of course,” he added, a little cautiously.
“I see you are still admiring and up-keeping the latest Turkish fashions,” he smiled, looking at Katerina’s lavish outfit. “And I thought it would just have been a phase, just like your short-lived love of the Rococo!”
Salieri chuckled, his eyes twinkling.
“Tell me, my dear, whatever did you do with those old unwanted dresses of yours?” (via thesublimekaterinacavalieri)
Only talent interests a woman of taste: antagonistic-notions: Salieri sat at his forté piano, his long, thin...
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antagonistic-notions:
antagonistic-notions:
Salieri sat at his forté piano, his long, thin fingers twitching with anticipation over the keys. He was awaiting the arrival of his young student, Madame Cavalieri. She had kept him in her service for many a year, and Salieri treated her with the utmost devotion. She…
“Ah, Madame Cavalieri!” Salieri beamed at his student as she was ushered in by one of his servants. He moved in long brisk strides as he approached the young woman. It took a while for him to notice her dress, but when he did he couldn’t help but stifle a laugh.
“What an, ah, extravagant dress you’re wearing,” he said somewhat awkwardly, suppressing a smile.
Katherina smiled broadly at Salieri, ignoring the awkwardness of his compliment in favour of being flattered by it.
“Why, thank you, Maestro,” she replied, looking up at him from under her eyelashes, “you know how much I adore ornamentation. Although always in the best of taste, of course.”
“It’s… interesting to say the least,” Salieri chuckled and reached out to tickle Katherina’s wrist, as was his usual greeting, and probably the only instance where he was willing to show his affection.
“So what news, my dear?” he smiled as he led Madame Cavalieri to the forté piano. “Come, give me some gossip!” he chuckled, taking his seat by the instrument. (via thesublimekaterinacavalieri)
Only talent interests a woman of taste: antagonistic-notions: Salieri sat at his forté piano, his long, thin...
antagonistic-notions:
Salieri sat at his forté piano, his long, thin fingers twitching with anticipation over the keys. He was awaiting the arrival of his young student, Madame Cavalieri. She had kept him in her service for many a year, and Salieri treated her with the utmost devotion. She…
“Ah, Madame Cavalieri!” Salieri beamed at his student as she was ushered in by one of his servants. He moved in long brisk strides as he approached the young woman. It took a while for him to notice her dress, but when he did he couldn’t help but stifle a laugh.
“What an, ah, extravagant dress you’re wearing,” he said somewhat awkwardly, suppressing a smile. (via thesublimekaterinacavalieri)
Salieri sat at his forté piano, his long, thin fingers twitching with anticipation over the keys. He was awaiting the arrival of his young student, Madame Cavalieri. She had kept him in her service for many a year, and Salieri treated her with the utmost devotion. She was his jewel, and he found no greater joy than to make her shine and dazzle for all to see.
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