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The Travellers (or: A Sad Sort of Melancholy Melody) –A short story.
By V.K. Violette

WARNING: I don’t own historical characters, and although I want to be, I am not George Sand. Everything in this story never happened. Also, this fic will contain love between individuals of the same gender. Just deal with it and move on.

A Sad Sort of Melancholy Melody
By: George Sand


Where should I start but here? I sit here alone, at Frederyk’s old piano which faces the window. I will not touch the keys and butcher their musicality with my non-ability to harmonize, or play music in general. Right now, there are tears running down my face, and words dying on my lips. However, these words shall live on paper. This short story is meant only for one pair of eyes: mine. But I should start with the background.

Chopin was my friend, and I did love him, more than I have ever loved a man- yet I had basically thrust him into the arms of another with my big mouth and my inability to take “no” for an answer, especially when it comes to the physical. I seduced him when he was weak, and he wouldn’t forgive me- no need to permanently engrave the details in writing. I don’t want to relive them anyway. But it was my fault why he had left me here at Nohant, why he had gone off with a certain Franz Liszt to Hungary for a small tour. I acted when I should have remained in the shadows. Besides, I could never compare to his long-term best friend.

They had a relationship. I’m sure of it. Well, at least on Chopin’s side. Frederyk got a glassy look in his eyes when he thought of or saw Liszt. He was in love with the man, though he never realized it. He was so taken by him, that when Liszt offhandedly mentioned that he was going to Hungary, Chopin asked if he could go, and Liszt accepted without thought.

I knew Franz. I knew him much longer than I knew Frederyk. I could see the stormy self-hate in his eyes when he thought about Chopin like that. He was smitten as well. He had abandoned Marie d’Agoult and his three children, he had abandoned Paris, and all of his friends. Just like that. There was most certainly romance, whether or not it was physical, I did not know. However, if anyone knows anything about Franz Liszt, there is no such thing as a non-physical relationship when it came to the “Hungarian Heartthrob”.

So this is my fictional theory brought out of waiting for Chopin to return. This is what I think happened. Something like this probably did. So I shall begin.


“Frederyk! The coach is outside!” Franz Liszt yelled impatiently from the front doorway of his downtown Paris flat. The mentioned was running about, frantically out of breath as he reached to grab everything in sight- gloves, hat, overcoat, piano wire, etc. Liszt rolled his eyes, and grabbed the smaller man by his wrist, dragging him gently into the luxurious black carriage.
For about seven hours, the two pianists were lost in their own world. Liszt was busy writing letters to his son, Daniel, and his daughter Blandine, making written small-talk about his travels. When he was done with these cordial notes, be began to write a letter to Niccolo Paganini, a friend of his, about some music he had deemed playable “only by the demon violinist”.  When his letter writing ceased, Liszt entertained himself with a book, just a general history on Hungary, not really taking in the information- he was moreso lost in his thoughts.

Chopin spent most of his time just watching the scenery go by, and when he got bored of doing that, he began to read a book given to him by his friend Julian Fontana about music theory. When the light outside had dimmed to the point where reading began to strain his eyes, the Polish pianist decided that it was finally time to make small talk.

Chopin smiled at Liszt warmly. “Ah, Franz! I’m so excited about visiting Hungary! Are you going to show me where you grew up?”

Liszt grinned, eager due to Chopin’s eagerness. “Haha, yes of course! I will show you everything in Hungary, down to my parent’s graves and my barber if you so wish it!”

Chopin let out a small laugh, covering his mouth, once more demonstrating his modesty. “If we get there, dear friend. It’s a week-long drive, isn’t it?”

“I don’t know. It’s part of the adventure!” Liszt said, winking at Chopin who began to blush. “Besides,” he continued, taking Chopin’s hand in his own, “we have plenty of things to do and see. We don’t want to miss the sights of Europe! We only have so long to live!”

Chopin blushed at Liszt’s contact, even more so when the Hungarian slid Chopin’s gloves off his hands.

“Chopinetto, you don’t need to just see the world- you need to touch the world too! So many textures, from piano keys to the wild grass to” Liszt’s voice sunk low “the skin of another.”

The Polish man’s face felt like it was on fire, having realized already his feelings for the other man. For some reason, perhaps his passive nature, he had accepted it with no issue. It was not men it was only Franz. Only Franz made him feel like this, made him long so uncharacteristically for the warmth of another, for the feelings given only by one’s lover…it was only this one person. Though what pained him, was the thought, the belief- that his love was unrequited.

Liszt entangled his long fingers between the other man’s smaller ones, peering at him with his soulful, azure eyes.

“We are free, Chopinetto,” he said, clutching Chopin’s naked hands fervently, a look of rapture and revelation and something anonymous (at least to Chopin) in his eyes. “Free of old lovers- Marie, George, even your pretty fiancee- free of all Parisian speculation, free of rumors- in Hungary, the people are quite conservative- it’s just us! You and I and music, oh the music we shall make Chopinetto!” Liszt’s eyes sparkled as these thoughts bombarded his estatic mind, relayed to his companion through a trademark dramatic Lisztian monologue.

Chopin looked at Liszt sadly. Not all love, I cannot be free from that.

The younger man caught on to the melancholy in the other’s eyes, and pulled the slight man into a soft embrace- Liszt always was the touchy-feely type. He was a hugger, and when he was mad, he was a hitter- it was as if he thrived on physical contact. Chopin felt himself involuntarily swoon as he smelled Liszt’s musky scent- the scent of cigars and the smell of home.

“What is bothering you, Chopinetto?” Liszt asked gently, practically purring into Chopin’s ear. The Hungarian couldn’t resist his temptations any longer- he was alone for a good long while with the smaller man- the newest, yet strangely always present, object of his amorous advances. He had spent months agonizing about the wrong-ness of loving another man in the way he loved his Chopinetto. Was it the femininity of the man? Even now, Liszt wasn’t quite sure. But he loved the smaller man being in his arms, he loved holding him possesively, watching the blush across his face. And now there were no more George Sand or Marie d’Agoult to start rumors about it, he noted wryly.

Chopin shivered, feeling Liszt’s cool breath against the inside of his ear. He involuntarily leaned into the other’s touch. Outside of the carriage, the sun had gone down completely, leaving the two pianists in the dark. Chopin whispered Liszt’s name under his breath, feeling faint.

Liszt had waited so long- almost two years- to get up his normally overstocked courage in order to confess to the man in his arms, the man who upon his face was a look that was involuntarily sensual- sensual because it was involuntary.

“Frederyk,” he breathed. “Do you know the meaning of the word ‘alone’?”

“Of course I do,” the soft-spoken man replied distantly, his mind elsewhere.

“Right now, we are alone- a state in which we haven’t been in for a while. And I have wanted to wait until we were alone in order to tell you this. I was going to wait until we arrived, but seeing you, being close to you, my friend I cannot hold back anymore.”

“Franz, I must confess something to you-“

“I must say something I’ve kept within me-“


“Chopinetto, I-“

“-love you.” They said at the same time.

Surprise was etched upon the two men’s faces, and this sweet confession uttered by the Polish man had set the little trigger in Liszt off, and he crashed his lips roughly to those belonging to the small man in his arms. Chopin groaned when Liszt shamelessly ravished his mouth, tangling his long, talented fingers in his Chopinetto’s hair. Said man whimpered, intimidated by the Hungarian’s animalistic hunger for him, and it took him great strength to push the other man away, noticing the hurt, yet hazy look on the younger’s face.

“I’m sorry, Chopinsky,” Liszt said with regret.

“No, Franz it’s not whatever you’re thinking! We have plenty of time together on this trip of ours- let’s not spoil it so quickly.”

Liszt grinned. “My, Frederyk,” he smirked, “was that flirtation, or was that my mind making tricks?”

Chopin’s face turned scarlet, and he looked down at his feet. Liszt tipped his chin upward, peering into the other man’s eyes, raw emotion reflected in both.

Chopin’s eyes fluttered shut as he leaned into Liszt for a soft, chaste kiss. The Hungarian caressed his now-lover’s face, his lips dancing about the elder’s face, his neck, and his collarbone, eliciting soft sounds from the untouched man in his arms.

“Franz,” he whispered in a paradoxically innocent yet sensual voice “I don’t want to go home.”

Overcome by the emotions the Hungarian had locked within him for so long, Liszt crashed his lips to Chopin’s again, and this time- Chopin did not stop him.


I cannot go on. I have tried, and although these sort of scenes always come to me, I just can’t write a love scene depicting my Frederyk in someone else’s arms. So I shall end it here- it seems a just ending. Someone is knocking on my door, and something within me suspects it is Eugene, whose comfort I need at this moment. He seems to take care of me during my emotional times. The paper is stained with tears, and it isn’t worth it to rewrite it- as the falling of tears occuring while rereading it will be bitter, and for many times after that. It is just a waste of ink and paper. Romance between men was never my specialty, and for good reason. I am no better than a man myself, and men most certainly do not write such things about each other. So I end. What a waste of an eloquent prologue.

-George Sand, 1838
A totally (somewhat plotless) Fluff-let done for an art trade with :iconmiyuko-101: for her drawing of Achille, which is SO AWESOME by the way. Check out her gallery! She's pretty darn good! :D

I was also shamelessly testing another plot-bunny of mine- George Sand writing a novel based on Chopin and Liszt's relationship. It sounds like a good idea, but I don't really know how I would possibly go about it without screwing it up. I

haven't read any of George Sand's novels, sadly they are all in French.

However, I have read Nelida by Marie d'Agoult (aka Daniel Stern), which was a very good read, though it was obvious which character Liszt was portrayed as, and which character (the beautiful heroine) Marie inserted herself as. It was like a really bad revenge plot. :ohnoes:

But yes! If you like short-fluff-drabble-stories, then this is for you! (I didn't like it, but if you read my Artist Comments, you notice that I don't like any of the stuff I write. It grows on me after a couple of re-reads, I must say.)

Pianistic Fingers was the best Chopin X Liszt thing I've written. And Medianoche, there's Paganini, diverting the romance for a long time. I might have to postpone my upload, depending on how much homework my Geometry teacher swamps me with. :paranoid:

~Miyuko-101 for her awesome art trade with me! :glomp: Hope to do it again sometime! :hug:
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AnimeOtaku375 Featured By Owner Feb 8, 2010
So cute! I especially love the nickname "Chopinetto"- it makes me want to squee (which is something I've sworn to never do)! :love:
therudimentary Featured By Owner Feb 19, 2010  Hobbyist Digital Artist
Aww, thanks so much! :D
AnimeOtaku375 Featured By Owner Feb 22, 2010
You're welcome!

There SO needs to be a lot more ChopinXLiszt out there!
leia003 Featured By Owner Apr 3, 2009
Wow, great story! I love short-fluff-drabble-stories! And I love those two soooo much. XD
therudimentary Featured By Owner Apr 4, 2009  Hobbyist Digital Artist
:aww: Thank's so much! I'm glad you liked it! :hug:
TheDauphine Featured By Owner Mar 31, 2009
Awww, cute! ^^ Chopin is juts the most adorable little guy, especially when he is with Franz! :love:
I have to feel sorry for George though! I can feel the emotion!
I find this really adorable though. I can picture Chopin going red with embarrassment! :heart:
Another awesome story! :clap:
therudimentary Featured By Owner Mar 31, 2009  Hobbyist Digital Artist
Awww! Thanks so much! :hug: I'm glad you liked it!
TheDauphine Featured By Owner Apr 1, 2009
You are very welcome!! :hug:
Miyuko-101 Featured By Owner Mar 30, 2009  Student General Artist
My friend, this was the best! I love the story so much! And only if the love scene continued on longer. It was sweet. And poor George, having to write about Chopin in someone else's arms, but the scene in the carriage went over that emotion. Haha. And as for Chopin, flirting! For some reason I could always and easily imagine that.
My dear friend, you are definitely on of my favourite people. A wonderful story indeed. ^-^ Keep up the great work!
therudimentary Featured By Owner Mar 30, 2009  Hobbyist Digital Artist
Awww! I'm so glad you liked it! :heart: I wrote a completely different one before, but it was too angsty and I just didn't like so therefore I wrote this one in biology. :D (as usual)

Poor Georgie, I have such empathy for her. :(

Chopin flirting doesn't happen often, but when it does happen, it's pretty flippin' sweet. My scanner is fixed, but I need to email the scans to my dad's PC, save them as .jpg, and email them to myself, then GIMP (photoshop) edit them, THEN post them. I need three of me :sleep:

:iconimhighplz: I'm sooo glad you liked it. Writing it took about ninety minutes (Biology) typing it took about an hour, and editing, as usual, takes 454504025820458 hours to do. (Not really, but it just seems that long. it was actually only thirty minutes.) Hope do another trade soon! :hug:

If you don't mind me asking, what time is it over where you live? It's 9:48 here in North Carolina, USA. Just curious! XD
Miyuko-101 Featured By Owner Mar 30, 2009  Student General Artist
Haha, I enjoyed it a lot! I love you for that!
And George. Oh, how I feel sympathetic for her so much. And Chopin's flirting, I love that. (I don't know why! >.< Haha)
Once again, the very big icons amuse me to no end. I would always look forward to another art trade! Any requests? Haha. And right here, in Texas, it's 8:54.
therudimentary Featured By Owner Mar 30, 2009  Hobbyist Digital Artist
I was born in Texas! :D (San Antonio, don'cha know?)

I need to work on Medianoche, but when I'm done with this chapter, I'll take another trade on! Hmm...I'll have to think about that one! :XD: I should upload one of my drawings tonight, if you'll stick around for a bit! :D (it's mostly a compilation of a bunch of my drawings into one. I thought it'd be a good way to start things off!) :heart:
Miyuko-101 Featured By Owner Mar 30, 2009  Student General Artist
Say yay for Texas!! And San Antonio. Good times, good times. And for Medianoche, I eagerly await. ^-^ And I you as Franz Liszt. Haha, I loved it! Only if my school were like that, the I would be Franz Liszt! Haha. And I can't wait for another art trade. ;)
therudimentary Featured By Owner Mar 30, 2009  Hobbyist Digital Artist
I uploaded one of the drawings, I'm too tired to do all that running back and forth to and from my dad's computer to mine. XD

Ah, that was fun, dressing up as Franz. I dress like that almost everyday though it seems :dohtwo:

I'm already starting a short, (unfinished, but started!) so it's not like I have writer's block. >.<
Miyuko-101 Featured By Owner Mar 30, 2009  Student General Artist
Yay for an art trade! Just give whoever you want me to draw and I'll gladly do it! And for the short, I can't wait. ^-^ And as for the Franz picture of you, I seem to dress like that too. Haha (<--it's getting to me!)
Waterfiish Featured By Owner Mar 30, 2009
Though I feel a little bad for George, the sweetness of the carriage ride completely overrides it! =D (I'm sorry George :XD:)

"The mentioned was running about, frantically out of breath as he reached to grab everything in sight- gloves, hat, overcoat, piano wire, etc." HAHA! Piano wires?! This is perfectly Chopinesque! I love it!

This piece has such a wide range of emotions and is an incredible delight to read. And Chopin subtly flirting - Oh my indeed! Why Chopinetto, at last you've exposed part of that coyness we all know you had in you! ;)

Brava once more, my friend! =D
therudimentary Featured By Owner Mar 30, 2009  Hobbyist Digital Artist
:hug: thank you so much! This was just a random little spot that was running through my head while at my violin lesson, (shameless indirect Paganini cameo here) and I had to just jot it down. It was short, but it sort of needed to be. The idea didn't really need a grandiose story, more so a sweet drabble. But I thank you greatly for your comment! :heart:

I just needed to get the girly out of my system it seems. :XD:

I was reading a biography on George, and that also added fuel to the fire. I wanted to try to make a character as strong as George feel sadness, although now was not the time to experiment with such. :D

Chopin? I think the acceptance of his and Franz's relationship gave him the confidence to embrace his coy side. ;)
Waterfiish Featured By Owner Mar 30, 2009
You're welcome, my dear :hug: I find short pieces fun to write as there is no pressure/neccessity to continue them. : )

Haha! I'm glad it resulted in this adorable little ficlet ;)

Ahh George - always one to be exciting to write about =D
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