Kink Me! #21
Kink Me! #21
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The first orchestra rehearsal after a concert is always something of a joke. They get their first pieces of music, play a few measures of them, and then generally just sit around and gossip until the maestro gives up and sees fit to release them. Tonight, Uther just has his assistants hand out all four movements of Pelleas and Melisande and has them play the first part of the first one.
Morgana tries to keep her face straight while they rehearse-Fauré is better than Brahms and Chopin but not by much, in her opinion, though Gwen must be grateful for the oboe solos. Gwaine pulls faces at her from the second violins and she texts him while the maestro is yelling at the violas to tell him to quit it. He texts her back to inform her that he isn’t wearing pants and she has to slap her phone back into her pocket because Alice is a wonderful stand partner but she’s also rather a prude.
In between measures, she catches up on the gossip from the other violinists and looks around to see what’s going on in the other sections. Vivian’s still with the second violins and looking rebellious about it, with Elena a few rows back in the same section and perfectly content because for best friends they are remarkably different. Gwen is frowning, lip caught between her teeth, as she marks something up on her score because normally the maestro doesn’t feature the woodwinds much and she gets nervous when he does. Percival is with the rest of the percussionists, who look about as pleased about Pelleas and Melisande as Morgana feels (hopefully the rest of the music for the concert will give them something to do, or Percival at least. She may not be interested in dating him, but she doesn’t know a straight woman who dislikes the sight of a muscular man at the timpani). Lancelot and Leon are discussing something seriously from the front of the viola section, and Lancelot darts a glance over at the cellos.
Morgana follows the look automatically, expecting to see Arthur leaning back in his seat saying something sarcastic to Merlin and Merlin laughing at him from a few rows behind while Gaius looked on indulgently from the second chair Arthur ousted him to nearly a year ago now, but it’s not what she finds. Instead, Arthur is staring straight at his music, jaw set in a way she recognizes all too well, and Merlin is watching miserably, hand curled around the neck of his cello while he fingers something on it, probably one of his own compositions. She’s seen them fight-hell, everyone who’s known them for more than a week has seen them fight-but she doesn’t think she’s seen anything quite like this.
Neither of them are looking anywhere near the violins and Arthur hasn’t called her, so Morgana catches Gwen’s eye first, and then Gwaine’s, and once they’ve looked at the cellos and back at her, they exchange mutual looks of what the fucking fuck is going on that neither of them seems able to answer any better than she can.
Before long, all their friends are exchanging a network of looks, telegraphing while the maestro harangues them for not paying attention well enough and then for their train wreck of an attempt at trying the first movement again, since half the orchestra isn’t paying any attention to their scores. Arthur and Merlin aren’t stupid, of course (well, it’s debatable for Arthur, but even he isn’t entirely blind), so within a few minutes both of them have figured out that people are looking at them. Arthur’s response is to glare even more fiercely at his score and play a good deal more angrily than Fauré calls for, while Merlin’s is to duck his head and try to look stoic.
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