Notes: This is just a little experimental drabble and, despite its obvious shortness, doesn't even manage stylistic coherency of any sort. Oh well. Mi and me had this discussion about the possibilities of Salieri Slash after watching Amadeus – and here it is.
The film belongs to Milos Forman and the Saul Zaentz Company, though I'm inclined to protest that the characters belong to themselves. The style - as far as there is any - of the funnier bits probably belongs to Terry Pratchett.
When it happened, it was not, as such, a surprise. To any outside watcher, had there been any, there clearly was a direction, a development towards the end result. There was chemistry, there was narrative causality and a certain amount of clichés claiming their ancient rights. They showed in smells, intensifying by the minute: Sweat, fear, fever, ink. Sounds, mainly of candle wax dropping on wood, quills scratching on paper, ragged breaths that synchronised the moment the birds started screeching outside. There were esoteric wave thingies as well, two contradictory personalities, who couldn't be persuaded to even start understanding each other, moving inevitably closer together, until, at last, they almost became one – thinking nicely along the same lines, hearing the same voices in their heads, seeing the same images, and producing, with their hands, the same objet d'art.
Only, one was dying, the other had decades of painful life in front of him. One's cruel but deluded plans were about to cruelly backfire at him, the other hadn't ever had a plan - except for getting large quantities of music out of his head as quickly as possible to save it from exploding - and would, now, never have the chance to. But none of them realised any of this. For now, there was the music, and the absurdity. And so Antonio Salieri, while continuously humming, took the inkstained pieces of paper from Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart's slack fingers, and kissed him roughly on the mouth. And no more music was getting out. It now flowed freely within the confined space of two mouths. The music didn't like this, but it had to bow to drama in the end.