#musician au
Most of the lights were off except the one above the piano, creating a strange chiaroscuro in the room. Victor had his back to the entrance, his slender body silhouetted against the dark backdrop, his hair like liquid moonlight. He was wearing a deep blue shirt that set off the paleness of his skin, his dark trousers cut perfectly to show off his slim hips and round curves of his ass.
Yuuri stood near the back, just listening, letting the notes wash over him. The lonely, ethereal melody was achingly familiar yet somehow new under Victor’s touch. With just the two of them in the room, it felt like Victor was playing a concert for him alone. Like Victor himself, it was otherworldly, every note calling to Yuuri, inviting him. As if the violin were one half of a harmony, waiting for a partner.
Yuuri wanted to answer that call, to join Victor and start playing the song he knew by heart.
@victuuriplease commissioned me to draw this lovely scene from their classical musician AU fic,duetto appassionato!
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{ aph russia | musician | buff yellow }
It feels better biting down
Pictures are not mine.
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Commissioned Art for my fic Oblivion, a classical music AU
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“Shut up and let’s get a move on with these pieces, Solo.”
“Okay, sweetheart.”
Their practice together this time went through a vastly different process than the Beethoven cello sonatas from the festival. Back then, it was as straightforward as could be, playing along to the sheet music to perfection. But this time, more was required of them.
Aside from Le Grand Tango, which was written specifically for the cello and the piano, the rest had been composed with other instruments in mind. They transcribed them in real time as they practiced, arranging as they saw fit, taking note of changes as they went along. Perhaps to a purely classical musician, this would have been uncomfortable, the lack of a definitive score to follow. But they were more than up to the task, Ben even more so than her.
And he was on fire. She could feel just how naturally it came to him, improvising, shaping, changing, evolving. If Empire only allowed him to play this way, then he would truly be unstoppable.
These past few days, she found herself in a predicament which she had thought was no longer possible for her: She was falling more and more in love with him, witnessing him as he aimed for his truest potential. Her Ben. That specter called Kylo Ren had nothing on him.
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