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[thirtybits]

"This is Judah's voicemail, no need to leave your number, I'll reply as soon as I can."



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[Judas tries to encourage Dorian, noticing the hesitancy. His fingers curl in Dorian's hair and he tries to stay close without losing balance.]

...Standing on the ground or at least sitting might be a little easier.

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True. But the symbolism is so direct up here.

[With a smile, he gives Judas space.] And I was wanting to keep playing. You're not the only pretty thing I want to make up for lost time with.

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What symbolism am I missing here? But I figured as much, that's why I intended to turn right around, I didn't mean to take up your time.

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[He doesn't answer the first part, but for the second he grips Judas's sleeve more tightly.] No, stay. I want your company.

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Going to play your club music for me?

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[Dorian answers with a smile] Going to grind against me listening to it?

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[Judas shakes his head, but can't help laughing.] You're not a stranger.

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It doesn't have to be a stranger.

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Oh, well in that case, just no. Not exactly my thing, sorry. It might be hard for you to play like that, after all.

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You'd be surprised. [This time, he just kisses Judas briefly.] I'll play something a little more traditional.

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[He smiles.] That would be nice. I really did love watching you play. It's nice seeing you so into something.

Is it sacrilege for me to listen in my shirt front?

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[Dorian smiles.] I think I can permit it.

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Are you sure? I can climb down and get my jacket if you'll be offended.

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It's a sacrifice, but I will endure.

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You're too kind.

[Grinning, he kisses Dorian's cheek.]

What have you got to play?

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[Dorian smiles involuntarily at the gesture, as if he were a boy again and such things carried twice their weight.] What are you in the mood for? Something cheerful or lighthearted, sorrowful, contemplative . . .

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Well, I do like to brood. [His smile grows.] But a little more cheerful might be wise.

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Hm, let me think . . .

[After a moment of sorting through his options, Dorian decides to work through Variations brillantes Op. 12 for Judas, in part for the simple pleasure of the piece.]

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[Judas considers leaning against the side of the piano to listen, but worries about unbalancing it. So instead he sits on the branch and closes his eyes.]

It's nice. Calming, really.

[He doesn't say just how good that is for him.]

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[Dorian smiles, eyes closing as he moves across the keys.] Mm, it's a good piece. Chopin. Chopin is always wonderful.

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One of the few names I recognise, too. Do you have any one favourite?

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A favourite for playing, a favourite for listening, a favourite for ill moods, a favourite for happy ones—something for every occasion. Except perhaps birthdays, but as I've mentioned before, I don't celebrate those very often before. Chopin even has pieces for revolution. But that would be politics, not art, and I refuse to give you the satisfaction.

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Sure it's art, if it's a classic piano piece. You could play it and I won't even say a thing about oppression of the lower classes. Or how seeing them as the lower classes is a problem in and of itself.

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[oh jfc. Dorian rolls his eyes.] You're a ruthless monster. Just for that, I won't play you the Revolutionary Etude. You can have Liszt instead. [Dorian decides on the "Mazeppa" from the Trancendental Etude No.4 In D Minor, and he starts to play.]

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[He laughs.] Am I? But yet, you like it.

[Still, he won't interrupt. So Judas listens without making a fuss about the choice.]