So there are two Steinway fic-things in the to-be-edited queue now, but I am in the mood to write a silly one-off in the next hour or so in celebration of dimples and adorableness. Any prompters? Steinway verse is cool but I welcome other ideas.
p.s. How is it that I have only now created a JGL tag on my journal? HOW.
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In celebration of dimples and adorableness indeed. Um. I dunno. anything involving not just Arthur but Eames AND Yusuf? I love them as a threesome a lot. Or, you know Ariadne.
I know I'll like whatever you'll come up with, anyway. *trusts* :D
I have these thoughts, you know, about the Steinway!verse. And one of them is this:
Arthur loves Ravel. He does. He loves everything about him and if he could marry that low-register bit in the the fist movement of his Piano Concerto in G he would and Daphnis and Chloé makes him cry and and...
But. L'enfant et les sortilèges. L'enfant he doesn't get. At all. Like WTF are these people doing singing about maths and like, being fucking teapots and stuff. What the hell was Colette smoking and why oh why did Ravel cave in and ask to share? WHAT?
Eames, of course, loves L'enfant et les sortilèges. Loooves it. And is absolutely delighted when the school choses to perform it. And he comes home in the evenings and can't help but keep practicing the Clock part and the Cat! OMG THE CAT! And Arthur wants to kill him because Eames is basically just belting out meows at all times and it's fucking unbearable.
But Eames really really likes it, so Arthur goes to the premiere and he sits through the whole thing, and the Clock is just amazingly frantic, and the Armchair is so comfortable and the colorature sings Fire like it's a piece of cake, and the Cats are so fucking sexy, and of course Eames would manage to make them so, and the Princess bit is like that wonderful dream Arthur keeps failing to remember in the mornings, and the end. The end. When the oboes come back in and the choir swells and Arthur just can't breathe anymore because it's so fucking simple and transparent but it fucking works and when the Child says "Maman", Arthur is done and Eames looks right at him from the stage and smiles.
Um. So yeah. That's not really a prompt, it it? I'm slightly drunk right now. Possibly I should step away from the keyboard. And like, not project my love for L'enfant on Eames like that. Thing. Stuff. *waves*
A prompt, right. Seinway!verse Yusuf: piano tuner? Luthier? Music librarian? Most importantly, how awesome at it is he?
Can I picture be a prompt? If so :) :