For the made up fic title:
I was not lost, and yet I’m found
"I was not lost, and yet I'm found"
Actually 2 ideas right now.
First, mozart l'opéra rock. Au, no actual rivalry.
Very simple and less detailed than the second one, Salieri had his music, all his life, he had instruments and notes and his voice too. He desired nothing but that, nothing but be remembered, and he was good. Great even! Surely the world would remover him. Nothing ever felt out of place, not even being so far away from his homeland. He was at home in Vienna, he felt at home there.
Until that young composer/musician/genius entered the picture. Salieri frowned upon hearing talks about him, he didn't doubt he was good, brilliant, why should he? But he never heard him either. So he went to hear him one afternoon, casually showing up and lying that he simply wanted to see a friend, which wasn't technically a lie, lady Cavalieri was right there, and she was a friend.
So he heard him, and it took him all but two notes to feel like he was found. Or maybe seen, for the first time in his life. (unknown to him, at least in that moment, mozart knew he would be there, that was why he decided to start that same day with his latest work, one that will admit only some time later he wrote keeping him in mind. Now, if only he could turn into music the way his cheeks turned that pretty shade of pink, he would be absolutely, totally satisfied.)
Second one, Romeo et juliette, the old generation.
Vincenzo obviously follows his beloved sister to Verona, while not being a Capulet he understands the means of family just as deeply, besides, he loves his sister.
He is by no means lost. He knows what he wants (a family, one day. Maybe a couple of kids if he can. A peaceful life.), not exactly how to get it (he likes women just fine, okay? It's not his fault boys are equally attractive.), but he will get there. Somehow. Yep. Definitely not lost.
Sergio Capulet, not yet head of the family, with less burdens besides marriage, actually likes those Montague boys. Sandro and Antonio Montague, the too early lord of the family. He likes a bit less the girl chose to become his wife, but he blames that in not knowing her at all. And the boy that arrives with her, her brother, is... Well, Sergio can use a friend. Not that he doesn't have friends but... He could use a Capulet, or something close.
Because Montagues and Capulets are not meant to be friends, and Sergio knows it all too well, thanks to his father and his stern remarks. (not lost, he knows very well where he stands. And it's on thin ice.)
Not that Sandro Cortesi/Montague, thanks to his sister's marriage, cares much about this so called feud. Why should he? It's a stupid thing anyway. His sister begs him to be good, to follow the rules properly, to settle down and marry a nice girl and have some heirs. Sandro knows what he wants, thank you very much sister, and he has no interest in women. Pretty things, they are, but that's all. Men, on the other hand. Oh, men! Men are dreams. Dreamy! Antonio, his brother in law, is always kind, and he has that smile that-- and then there's that other boy! Clad in red, heir of the Capulet house, always elegant and perfect, with perfect hair and clothes and glasses. The things Sandro would do to him. But a new boy comes along, younger than Sergio, with a slightly tanned skin and dark hair and brown eyes. Yes, Sandro definitely knows what he wants. Who he wants. (not lost. But if he could, he'd chose to loose himself in their eyes.)
Amtonio Montague became the Lord of the house way too early. He married even earlier, despite not trying to have an heir, respecting his wife and her begging to wait. And because-- well, it's not proper for his position to do that, falling in love with someone not his wife, and a man nonetheless. His wife's brother! And then Sandro drags him along, uncaring of his role (oh, he knows his role very well, he calls him Lord plenty of times when he shouldn't.), to have fun, and to sneak on parties they're not technically invited to. Except Sergio slipped an invitation in his pocket during Sunday's mass. Except Sergio actually begged them to be there, so he could be saved from his own betrothal night. And Antonio obliged, politely congratulating him and his future wife. Accidentally bumping on a young man with a dazzling smile and a southern accent. Same young man he would find Sandro kiss that night. (alright, maybe Antonio is a bit lost, just a tiny bit.)
So, all four of them are not technically lost, they know where they stand, they know their place amd roles, they know, more or less where they want to go, until they crash together in stolen moments in time, in sleepless nights, in hidden kisses and dances and laughter. Until a bond is born and now they belong.
Until found sounds better than not lost.
(before hearts will break and brotherhood and loves will shatter, in our fair Verona.)
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Curious Mind
I often wonder if the world is going to shit due to the idiots in the word pro-creating. The ones that are finally seeing the problem with the trends are the ones I consider almost too far gone. It was back when tide-pod eaters and condom snorters were big that I seen the problem with the world. I never once par-took in those things. Though sometimes I wish that I had. I often sit and think if I am truly alive or if I’m just reliving a life that was already gone. Do you think that we will ever be an okay world? I mean once all rights are given to everyone and the world stops hating you because your black, white, Asian, Mexican, a part of the LGBT+ community or any other reason. To me it doesn’t matter what you did in your past life so long as you are a good person now. (Unless you did something heinous such as rape or murder or something like that). I’m not here to judge. I also wonder when will everyone quit blaming my health issues on my weight. I mean my dad, my mother, the doctors hell even myself. However there has got to be a deeper connection than just my weight. I guess I’ll find out soon enough. I just hope I don’t die from whatever it is before the doctors get to see me.
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