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A/N: One more night. Thank you everyone for the likes & reblogs & feedback! <3 Hope you’ve enjoyed Adam and Ida. I most certainly have.
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Chapter 10: Nocturne
- One year later -
The piano’s keys pressed down under the gentle fingertips. The guitar strings drew back and moved forth again, following the wishes of their master; the hand. Two voices joined in a sweet melody, much like the instruments, now finally entirely united.
A/N: Explanations. (And second to last chapter!)
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Chapter 9: Lasciare Suonare
Adam watched Ida go with a crushing sensation in his chest. He knew what must have happened while he had been asleep: Ida had seen the kitchen and the mess Ava had left after her, and gotten scared. It was all Ava’s fault again; she never cleaned up after herself, and now Ida had seen something she wasn’t supposed to see, something she wasn’t supposed to know about. At least not this way…
A/N: The morning after.
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Chapter 8: Acciaccatura
The whole morning after thing had always felt really awkward to Ida, and this was about a hundred times worse. She had loved every moment of her night with Adam, but when she woke up and the clock was ticking well into the afternoon, she had no idea what to do. Should she stay? Should she leave? Wake him up or not?
A/N: After Ava’s teasing, Adam finally plucks up his courage and acts on his feelings, with an outcome he couldn’t foresee.
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Chapter 7: Ad Libitum
"Ava, go away." Adam tried to close the door, but the girl wouldn’t let him. He sighed, and rolled his eyes. Typical.
"But Adammm," Ava whined, pressing her body between the door and its frame, preventing him from closing it right in front of her. "I’ve nowhere else to go, and sun is rising soon…"
"Fine," he mumbled, allowing her to slip in. "But just one night."
"Thank you! I knew I could trust you!" she squealed, jumping up to hug him. He stayed still, not returning the gesture, until she pulled her arms off him and bounded up the stairs.
A/N: Adam replies to Ida’s email, but what he says is not what she expects.
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Chapter 6: Scordatura
Around dusk, Ida heard her phone notify her of a new email, and clicked the app open impatiently. It had been days since she had sent her message to Adam, and she had began to overthink and regret it more and more with each moment that had passed. But now, he had finally replied.
A/N: A glimpse to the past.
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Chapter 5: Con Amore/Dolore
"Are you sure about this, my lady?" Adam asked.
"Of course I am, my lord. I have never been so sure about anything, and I have had more time than you might think. Besides, fifty years of engagement is enough, don’t you think?"
A/N: Ida and Adam make a bit of progress with each other and the music.
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Chapter 4: Accelerando
"Good morning, Sleeping Beauty."
Ida’s eyes opened at the sound of Adam’s voice. She blinked a few times, her brain figuring out where she was, who he was, what had happened. Slowly, it all came back to her. She had visited him, recorded the music, then she had stayed over…
"But it’s dark already!" she said, the first thing that popped into her head as she sat up. He had opened the curtains, and all the light she could see outside was the dim light of the lamp post. How long had she been sleeping?
"I thought I’d let you sleep, you looked like you really needed it," Adam explained, somewhat apologetically. He was shuffling around the room, arranging his piles of stuff, and wearing just jeans. Tight jeans. And a dressing gown, which he hadn’t tied, so it didn’t exactly hide his body from her.
A/N: Another night, another project.
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Chapter 3: Pianissimo
Adam could hardly believe himself. Had he gone mad? Had he lost his mind? Had he finally become old and demented? Why the hell was he back at the bar? He must have gone insane, finally.
A/N: Ida goes to Adam’s to work on his music project, and finds the visit is nothing like she expected.
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Chapter 2: A cappella
Ida stepped out of Ian’s car cautiously, thanking him for the ride and looking at the house in front of her. It looked like it was straight from a bad gothic novel, all gloomy and alone. Even the lonely streetlight was dark; probably the bulb in it had gone since the house in front of her still had lights on. There was nothing else around there, just darkness and chilly air, so she shrugged and walked to the door. At least I wasn’t blindfolded for the drive, she thought, both amused and perplexed by Adam’s secretiveness. He wouldn’t let her come on her own, instead he insisted that Ian drive her there. All just so that he wouldn’t have to give out his address? How paranoid. He was a true eccentric, clearly. Not like anyone was really that keen to know where the mysterious musician lived, surely. People had a life to live and all, no one was that focused on him or his identity, no matter how good his music was…