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Hungarian Nocturne - Ch. 53

WARNING/Disclaimer: Please refer to earlier chapters : ) NOTE: You probably tire of hearing me apologize, so instead of giving you two extra paragraphs to read before the actual chapter, I shall keep this short: I'm sorry about my lateness! Please enjoy this extra long update! :D ---------------------------- *Scene opens; Liszt sits in front of his piano, looking out the window at the cloudy sky* Delacroix Narration: Only one hand brushed a lingering tune of Chopin’s nocturne; a soft, muffled, sweet, yet cool sound floated about from his touch, shy, unsure, and melancholic as its composer. As usual, he had planned to finish a work

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Hungarian Nocturne - Ch. 53 by Waterfiish, literature

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Hungarian Nocturne - Ch. 53

Hungarian Nocturne - Ch. 52 by Waterfiish, literature

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Hungarian Nocturne - Ch. 52

WARNING/Disclaimer: Please refer to earlier chapters : ) NOTE: I do not expect to be forgiven for my inexcusable lateness in updating this chapter, but, in a vain attempt to at least obtain some of your pardon, I will try in any case - you see, dear friends, I was striken down by an illness that did not render me bedridden, but did not allow me to move around freely. However, fortunately - thank God - I am feeling better, and will put in my best efforts to dutifully post new chapters in the future. : ) Thank you, sweet friends, and I apologize. ---------------------------- Delacroix Narration: Chopin sat by the window, or rather, in fron

Hungarian Nocturne - Ch. 51 by Waterfiish, literature

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Hungarian Nocturne - Ch. 51

WARNING/Disclaimer: Please refer to earlier chapters : ) NOTE: Oh dear God, I've always been a horrible planner, but have been even more so lately - I completely overlooked my schedule for this week and, before I know it, cound find no time to update this chapter at a reasonable hour! Do forgive me, dear friends, as this chapter hardly makes up for my lateness as it is transitional. However, a lot of ideas sprung into my mind over the past week and I can hardly wait to share with with all of you! =D ------------------------------ Delacroix Narration: Mixing paint had never been more dreadful and painstakingly horrid a task. George Sand ha

Hungarian Nocturne - Ch. 50 by Waterfiish, literature

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Hungarian Nocturne - Ch. 50

WARNING/Disclaimer: Please refer to earlier chapters : ) NOTE: Oh how happy I am that, through these troublesome days, I've managed to reach chapter 50 of Hungarian Nocturne! I have never written a piece as long as HN, and am very happy that there are many more to come! Thank you, dearest readers and friends, for the continuous support and bearing with my staggering updates! May life bless you with good fortune and love! Since the last chapter was posted more than a week ago, to refresh your memory, Franz had just returned to Paris from Como and immediately sought for Chopinetto's company, but, to his utter dismay, George Sand was also pr

Hungarian Nocturne - Ch. 49 by Waterfiish, literature

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Hungarian Nocturne - Ch. 49

WARNING/Disclaimer: Please refer to earlier chapters : ) --------------------------- *Scene opens; George Sand remains just out of the opened main entrance into the apartment, looking at Chopin, shocked and unsure of how to proceed* Chopin: *Stares back at Sand in disbelief at seeing her* *Suddenly snaps his head away, ashamed at his disheveled state* *Silence reigns between the two; rain continues to fall heavily outside* Chopin: *Voice weak, barely audible* …What are you doing here, George? Sand: *Blinks, shock slowly ebbing away* *Does not move from her spot* We…haven’t seen each other for weeks, Frederyk. I wanted to

Hungarian Nocturne - Ch. 48 by Waterfiish, literature

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Hungarian Nocturne - Ch. 48

WARNING/Disclaimer: Please refer to earlier chapters : ) NOTE: My muse is back, therefore super long chapter! ; ) ---------------------------- *Scene opens; Liszt sits in front of a table, paper, ink bottle, and pen lying on top, spread out before him as he taps his finger tips against the wooden surface, gazing out the window deep in thought* *Light frames his figure and softens the edges of his defined features, where everywhere else remains contrasted in light and shadow* *His eyes are half-lidded and tender-gazed* *A soft, murmured tune of a lullaby floating about can be heard as Marie, cradling Cosima in her arms, walks by the door

Hungarian Nocturne - Ch. 47 by Waterfiish, literature

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Hungarian Nocturne - Ch. 47

WARNING/Disclaimer: Please refer to earlier chapters : ) NOTE: Sorry for the long wait - busy times plague me. ---------------------------- *Scene opens to Liszt pacing back and forth in front of a closed door, looking distraught, worried, and on the verge of panic* *Every once in a while, he pauses to stare at the door* *Nibbling on his downer lip, he sits down onto a chair, putting his head into his hands, sighing loudly and trying to calm himself* Delacroix Narration: Marie had gone into labour early – much earlier than they expected. The day began normally enough. Breakfast passed without any significant events except for a mi

Hungarian Nocturne - Ch. 46 by Waterfiish, literature

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Hungarian Nocturne - Ch. 46

WARNING/Disclaimer: Please refer to earlier chapters : ) NOTE: The chapters are getting longer it seems! XD ---------------------------- Delacroix Narration: Chopin was cleaning his drawers. The Polish man had always been one to collect things – anything with the slightest bit of emotional value – that he couldn’t find it in his heart to throw away despite of his limited number of drawers. Letters were one of the largest heaps of things he collected. Dumping a mountain of envelopes and papers onto his bed, he began to sort them into categories, and, with a heavy heart, decided which ones to give up so that he may collect

Hungarian Nocturne - Ch. 45 by Waterfiish, literature

Hungarian Nocturne - Ch. 44 by Waterfiish, literature

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Hungarian Nocturne - Ch. 44

WARNING/Disclaimer: Please refer to earlier chapters : ) NOTE: Things are picking up; I don't wish to stall at this point of the story for too long. Please enjoy! ; ) ---------------------------- Delacroix Narration: While Franz was enjoying his time in Italy and running down grassy slopes with his daughter in his arms, things were proceeding in an alarming fashion in Paris. I waited a day or two, hoping to hear of positive changes, yet Chopin stayed completely silent and almost nonexistent to me. It was clear that he no longer had the determination to pursue the Hungarian, as the letter, whatever it had said, killed off his motivation qui

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