Mini-fill. Not sure if this is what you were after, but I hope you like it. The song gives me intense shivers every time I hear it, without fail, and I tried to capture that here.
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Giovanni was keenly aware of many sounds as he stood on the executioner's platform. The murmur of the crowd, the creaking of the wood beneath his feet, the soft rustling of Federico's clothes as he struggled to remove the rope from around his wrists, Petruccio's soft, panicked breathing as he tried desperately to keep himself calm. He could hear himself yelling insults and curses at Uberto, hear the blood rushing in his ears even more than he could feel his own heart pounding.
And he could hear music -- distant and faint, as if it weren't truly there. He thought himself mad as first, even as he kept snapping and snarling at the man he'd thought to be his ally, but the more he listened, to the music now more than anything, the more he thought that perhaps it merited his attention. His life was at an end, he knew -- ah, there it was, the heavy clunk of the floor dropping out from underneath him, the whistling of the wind in his ears -- and it filled him with rage to know that Federico and Petruccio's were ending with his. The music did not calm him, but as the sound grew clearer it made him think, that perhaps, this was not the end for them all.
He thought of Maria and Claudia, how he was sure that they would support each other in the days to come. He thought of Ezio, and how he would have to continue his work alone. He thought of Mario, who Ezio was sure to seek out -- though perhaps only for a little while. The music grew, drowning out all else, and perhaps the music shouldn't have made him feel assured and confident in the future of his daughter, his wife, his one remaining son. Of course, perhaps it wasn't wrong to take comfort in such a thing in a moment such as this.
But then there was pain, blackness, a sharp creaking sound, and the music stopped.
Fill - Music
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Giovanni was keenly aware of many sounds as he stood on the executioner's platform. The murmur of the crowd, the creaking of the wood beneath his feet, the soft rustling of Federico's clothes as he struggled to remove the rope from around his wrists, Petruccio's soft, panicked breathing as he tried desperately to keep himself calm. He could hear himself yelling insults and curses at Uberto, hear the blood rushing in his ears even more than he could feel his own heart pounding.
And he could hear music -- distant and faint, as if it weren't truly there. He thought himself mad as first, even as he kept snapping and snarling at the man he'd thought to be his ally, but the more he listened, to the music now more than anything, the more he thought that perhaps it merited his attention. His life was at an end, he knew -- ah, there it was, the heavy clunk of the floor dropping out from underneath him, the whistling of the wind in his ears -- and it filled him with rage to know that Federico and Petruccio's were ending with his. The music did not calm him, but as the sound grew clearer it made him think, that perhaps, this was not the end for them all.
He thought of Maria and Claudia, how he was sure that they would support each other in the days to come. He thought of Ezio, and how he would have to continue his work alone. He thought of Mario, who Ezio was sure to seek out -- though perhaps only for a little while. The music grew, drowning out all else, and perhaps the music shouldn't have made him feel assured and confident in the future of his daughter, his wife, his one remaining son. Of course, perhaps it wasn't wrong to take comfort in such a thing in a moment such as this.
But then there was pain, blackness, a sharp creaking sound, and the music stopped.