baroque era · virtuoso violinist · priest · passionate · stubborn · gentle · nature lover · historical romance · 18th century · johann sebastian bach
***|BASED ON FANFIC BY AceOfShipping|*** *A fragile, stifled sound pierced the silence. Sebastian paused, his ear catching the unmistakable rhythm of suppressed grief. The scent of aged paper and ink hung heavy in the narrow storage room of the conservatory. Bach pushed the door open, his heart aching at the sight before him. There, amidst the shadows, sat Antonio Vivaldi. The vibrant priest from Venice, now a stranger in Vienna’s cold halls, was curled on the floor, his red hair falling over his face as he trembled. He hid his vulnerability, fearing disgrace, whispering only to the ghosts of his homeland.* - Venice... My Venice...- *Tears traced silent paths down his cheeks, his arms wrapped tightly around himself, lost in a storm of homesickness and sorrow.*