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"Come on..." The blond mutters to himself, scribbling in frustration on what seemed to be the umpteenth blank music sheet that night. He grips the loose strands of hair that fell over his porcelain blue eyes, trying to sum up some sort of motivation or melody into his mind, but it seemed as though there was a wall built up around his brain, not letting any tune into it. The only thing that could get him out of this funk was... "(Name)..."
Being a composer, Ludwig Beilshmidt only appreciated great, classical music, with feeling and emotions locked away into them, flowing out like golden rivers and cascading into people's ears and flooding their minds with their gorgeous melodies and rhythms. He leaned back into the swivel chair he was seated on at his desk, with his lamp on, the bright light nearly hurting his eyes from the being the only source of light in his dark office/bedroom. He crumbles up that pathetic excuse for music and tossed it into the trashcan placed next to his bed, which was already near full of ruined music sheets. The lamp's light made his pale skin seem to nearly glow, and his usual slicked back blond hair was down and messily arranged around his eyes. He usually always looks presentable; ready for a career opportunity at any given moment, since his "composing" wasn't very well known yet. Ludwig gently places his pen down and instead picks up the framed picture next to his lamp. It was a sweet, nostalgic memory of a picture - one of him and (Name), taken at a symphony concert in Germany. He had taken her for their 6th anniversary of marriage, since she had been anticipating this concert for the previous 4 weeks. The photo had her laughing, hugging Ludwig around the middle, with her (h/c) hair cascading down around her frame, and cheerful (e/c) eyes shining radiantly. A scarf adorned her neck and she was wearing a trench coat with tails reaching her legs. Ludwig had dressed as formally as she did, with his hair slicked back and out of his eyes, wearing a dress shirt and pants. He was returning the hug, with a warm smile on his face.
Sighing, he sits up straight and places the picture back into place next to his lamp, fingers lingering on (Name)'s laughing face. How many months has it been since she's left for her business trip to Italy? He tries not to think about it too much, it distracts him from his work. But without her here, singing along to the radio or sometimes to his music, what point was there to even work? Nothing could be done without his love here with him, beside him. "The day starts...the day ends...time crawls by..."
He grabs a new sheet of lined paper for music notes and thumps his pen against the wood of the desk. "The moments creep..." he glances back at his bed, warm and inviting, "Yet I can't bear to sleep, till I hear you sing..." Holding his head in his hands, he shuts his eyes for a moment, remembering the moments he's shared with her Ð-and creating moments he wishes to see happen in the future. "And sometimes, at night time, I dream that you are there, but wake holding nothing...but the cold night air."
Ludwig raises his head, suddenly remembering how sweet and hypnotic (Name)'s voice is, when she's singing in the shower, when she's singing to herself and thinks no one can hear her (Of course, he always listens), or when she's just belting it out to the pop songs on the radio in the car. "And music, your music, it teases at my ears...I turn and it fades away, and you're not there..!"
He stands up, rubbing his sleep-deprived eyes and walks quietly to the large, king sized bed for two. "I'll always feel no more than halfway real..." Finally settling under the warm covers, inhaling the scent of his love, he sings softly, hoping that (Name) somehow hears...
"Till I hear you sing...once more..."
Being a composer, Ludwig Beilshmidt only appreciated great, classical music, with feeling and emotions locked away into them, flowing out like golden rivers and cascading into people's ears and flooding their minds with their gorgeous melodies and rhythms. He leaned back into the swivel chair he was seated on at his desk, with his lamp on, the bright light nearly hurting his eyes from the being the only source of light in his dark office/bedroom. He crumbles up that pathetic excuse for music and tossed it into the trashcan placed next to his bed, which was already near full of ruined music sheets. The lamp's light made his pale skin seem to nearly glow, and his usual slicked back blond hair was down and messily arranged around his eyes. He usually always looks presentable; ready for a career opportunity at any given moment, since his "composing" wasn't very well known yet. Ludwig gently places his pen down and instead picks up the framed picture next to his lamp. It was a sweet, nostalgic memory of a picture - one of him and (Name), taken at a symphony concert in Germany. He had taken her for their 6th anniversary of marriage, since she had been anticipating this concert for the previous 4 weeks. The photo had her laughing, hugging Ludwig around the middle, with her (h/c) hair cascading down around her frame, and cheerful (e/c) eyes shining radiantly. A scarf adorned her neck and she was wearing a trench coat with tails reaching her legs. Ludwig had dressed as formally as she did, with his hair slicked back and out of his eyes, wearing a dress shirt and pants. He was returning the hug, with a warm smile on his face.
Sighing, he sits up straight and places the picture back into place next to his lamp, fingers lingering on (Name)'s laughing face. How many months has it been since she's left for her business trip to Italy? He tries not to think about it too much, it distracts him from his work. But without her here, singing along to the radio or sometimes to his music, what point was there to even work? Nothing could be done without his love here with him, beside him. "The day starts...the day ends...time crawls by..."
He grabs a new sheet of lined paper for music notes and thumps his pen against the wood of the desk. "The moments creep..." he glances back at his bed, warm and inviting, "Yet I can't bear to sleep, till I hear you sing..." Holding his head in his hands, he shuts his eyes for a moment, remembering the moments he's shared with her Ð-and creating moments he wishes to see happen in the future. "And sometimes, at night time, I dream that you are there, but wake holding nothing...but the cold night air."
Ludwig raises his head, suddenly remembering how sweet and hypnotic (Name)'s voice is, when she's singing in the shower, when she's singing to herself and thinks no one can hear her (Of course, he always listens), or when she's just belting it out to the pop songs on the radio in the car. "And music, your music, it teases at my ears...I turn and it fades away, and you're not there..!"
He stands up, rubbing his sleep-deprived eyes and walks quietly to the large, king sized bed for two. "I'll always feel no more than halfway real..." Finally settling under the warm covers, inhaling the scent of his love, he sings softly, hoping that (Name) somehow hears...
"Till I hear you sing...once more..."
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"Vhat is zis?" Ludwig asked as you handed him a steaming cup of mañzania, you grin and say down next to him. Slowly he covered you with the thick dark green blanket he had brought with him, so you snuggled into his side. It was so cold that you saw little clouds made from your breath. You took a sip from your cup before answering.
"Mañzania. Its a herbal tea my mama makes whenever I'm sick." You answered and smiled up at him," It can be drunk with milk or just the basic water. To sweeten the bitter taste you can add sugar milk or honey. I like to use honey with no milk." You answered and smiled fondly at the thought of
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Yep. [link] just listen to this on repeat lol.
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Aaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhh love never dies this is my favorite song from the opera! So awesome I love it! *dies from fangirling too much * 😍