A fun little drabble series inspired by music on my phone. Will contain many pairings (and hell, I'll even take suggestions - if I can find a song that fits... unless you have one...) and Nyotalia.
Enjoy!
(will update only when I have some free time and get inspired)
Rhiannon Walters ~ Wy
Marcello Vargas ~ Seborga
Penny For Your Thoughts
Rhiannon
Watching her twirl gently in her tea-length gown, Marcello's heart swelled up. He caught her glance from the corner of her eyes, her olive eyes sparkling with mischief and her lips curling into a wicked, little smile.
Marcello watched her glide across the floor towards him, occasionally spinning around and letting her skirt whirl around her as if she were a ballerina and her dress was suppose to be a tutu. She stopped in front of him, her smile never faded and she leaned against him. "You look like an old man."
"We're barely two years apart."
She giggled and he noticed she was wearing lipstick. He blushed as she pressed a gentle kiss against his check, no doubt staining his skin with some bubblegum pink hue that looked good on her but probably looked terrible on him. "You still act like an old man."
"Rhiannon," he warned, but whatever threat he was trying to make was empty. Rhiannon laughed and Marcello watched as her hand intertwined with his. He found her whimsical and interesting; even if she was still the little troublemaker he met all those years back.
"I think I love you," Marcello muttered. She laughed again, as if he had said a funny joke.
"I know," she replied, giving him her signature cat-like smirk.
And that was all she said, because Rhiannon went about her own life in a way that had swept Marcello off his feet.
"she is like a cat in the dark and then she is the darkness / she rules her life like a fine skylark / and when the sky is starless / all your life you've never seen / woman taken by the wind / would you stay if she promised you heaven? / will you ever win?"
~ Rhiannon, Fleetwood Mac