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A/N: Hello my cuppycakes!
Yes, cool nickname, I know.
If you've made it this far, you should know by now that I love to, and tend to, excessively take advantage of my A/Ns to talk about thinks. Yes, thinks, no, it's not a spelling mistake. But I'll thank you for putting up with 6 chapters of my random thoughts. I like doing so. Makes me feel connected to you people, y'know?
Anyway.
I think I've successfully recovered, hopefully. Just last Tuesday, an incident occured, and it spurred my decision to put away all my rubbish thoughts and horrid feelings. The most empowering things are, ironically, the most hurtful things. Oh well. Enough with the moaning and crying. I'm done with that.
So I've been enjoying my (study)holiday break a little too much. I've still mountains of homework and syllabus to cover, so I apologize for breaking my promise to update regualrly T.T I'm horrid.
But see. Today I was reading the newspaper, and saw this advertisement for a Flamenco exhibition in Singapore, and it is choreographed by - wait for it - Antonio Vargas.
Oh, my mother asked me why I was giggling like a madwoman. Oh, it must be a sign. Of course.
So there you have this. It's strained and a bit jumpy, because Microsoft so graciously decided to die on me, leaving my document unsaved and unretrievable. And believe me when I say it's hard to write something you've written before. I don't know why. I just can't remember the words used and stuff like that. Ho hum. But other than that, you can blame my awkward writing, too.
Constructive criticism greatly appreciated(:
Oh yes. Do read my bottom A/N and respond. Heehee. Shameless plugging, I know.
Facebook Status . Chapter Seven - Monday {deep thoughts; deep feelings}
"…heat flushes, quickened heart rates and nervous moments?" Lovino licks his lips. He hates hospitals; he hates clinics and everything within. There is that overlying lemony scent masking the stench of disease and death, the hush and the whitewash to bury the bloodstains. And not to mention the metallic implements, glittering in their grotesque beauty in the tray by the doctor's table.
But the one thing that creeps him out the most is the doctor, with his violet eyes, pale, pale hair and strange smile.
"Y-yes, Doctor Braginsky," Lovino stammers out. Damn it, he hates being weak in front of this man. "So, do y-you uh, know what's w-wrong with m-me?"
Doctor Braginsky just fixes him with those violet eyes, alight with childish, cruel, joy. "You might want to ask Francis for that!" He says cheerfully, like it isn't a life-or-death matter.
It probably isn't, but Lovino isn't taking any chances, even if it means asking that wino-freak.
Francis is in a good mood. He even pauses to wave to the obnoxious telecommunications man – what was his name, creamy Alfreddo or something? – as he exits the restaurant.
It doesn't matter that just hours ago, he had been threatened with retrenchment, head-butted in the stomach, or had ice-water poured over him.
For Lovino had consulted him with a 'fucking life threatening medical condition'. Francis had, jaw-dropping and laughing aside, quite calmly told him that he was merely in love, and Lovino had done all of the above, with copious amounts of blushing, and swearing hard enough to make a sailor cry.
"I am not, I repeat, am not, in love!" was his defiant yell.
And now the whole kitchen knew.
Francis can't deny that he is fond of his employers, with a special spot for the irate older twin because he rather liked his lovers feisty – but that is another story (with Alice Kirkland stamped all over), and he is glad that Anita had found someone to live happily with.
But what makes him even happier was that Alice had been the one to towel his hair and bring him a fresh change of clothes.
Oh, Francis thinks to himself as he disembarks the bus and steps lightly up to his front door, today is good day!
He buries his head in his window-boxes of roses, not before checking for bees, smiling.
Lovino Fucking Vargas: hello. How long more until I finish this stupid dare?
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Anita F.C.: -pouts-
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Anita F.C.: loviiiii don't say that ):
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Anita F.C.: what will happen to be whne we stop talking?
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Anita F.C.: acuallty then i shoulden't acknowledge your presence any more
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Anita F.C.: then you'd always have to redo and redo and redo ! hahas !
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Lovino Fucking Vargas: thanks, crazy woman. It's not like you can order me around.
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Anita F.C.: ah – ah lovi! No ! I mean. I didn't mean that):
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Anita F.C.: come back, por favour?
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Anita F.C.: I will seriously die if you don't talk to me any more.
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Anita F.C.: Ah. Then you'd have my death on your hands.
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Lovino Fucking Vargas: …like hell I'd believe that.
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Anita F.C.: try me :)(
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Lovino Fucking Vargas: what the fuck is that supposed to be?
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Anita F.C.: ah welll, a :) because I know you wont try it and a :( because I'm so very, very sad that I had to resort to this
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Lovino Fucking Vargas: bullshit.
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But he changes the subject.
Lovino Fucking Vargas: So today I went to the doctor because I've been feeling rather weird lately.
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And promptly forgets himself.
Lovino Fucking Vargas: And the creepy-ass-rapist-stalker of a doctor tells me to go and ask Francis. Francis, that wino pervert freak
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Lovino Fucking Vargas: and then the wino freak tells me that I'm in love.
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Lovino Fucking Vargas: instead of down with a fucking disease.
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Lovino Fucking Vargas: which is pretty fucked up. Because I'm too cool for love, you know. and besides there's no females I'm possibly in love with. unless it's tomatoes.
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Lovino Fucking Vargas: which would be totally cool with me.
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Lovino Fucking Vargas: because they're just about as fucking BAMF as I am.
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Anita F.C.: really no females you're in love with ?
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Lovino takes a few minutes to ponder this question. Well, there's Alice, but that's Francis and the Alfreddo man's job, and Chelle, Katyusha and Mei, all of whom are obviously out. Then there's the Potato bitches, with whom – heaven forbid – love's not in sniffing distance with.
Lovino Fucking Vargas: No. definitely not.
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Anita F.C.: I see
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Anita F.C.: well uhm. If oy uever find teh girl that yoru'e in love pleas,e do tell me okay ?
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Lovino Fucking Vargas: Alright. But it's probably just the tomatoes. And francis' lousy ass judging
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Anita F.C.: but isn't it good that it sinet anything serious?s
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Anita F.C.: i would be muy tristes if lovi wereto be i nanny danger.
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There it is! That heat flush again! Curse that Bonnefoy! Curse Creeper Braginsky!
Lovino Fucking Vargas: well I guess so.
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Lovino Fucking Vargas: but …
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Should he tell her? It seems like a great leap in trust and a sign of intimacy. Intimacy, he never really was fond of it. Letting someone close to your heart meant leaving yourself open for hurt.
But. Oh well. It couldn't hurt, could it? It wasn't like – ah, what kind of man is he? Being a BAMF meant he is tough enough for anything.
Fuck intimacy.
Anita F.C.: but yeah?
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Lovino Fucking Vargas: when I was a small kid, I kept on having spasms. Like jerky movements.
Choreia, y'know?
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Anita F.C.: nope.
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Anita F.C.: ah yeah i do!
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Lovino Fucking Vargas: …..
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Anita F.C.: the vegetable stall lady's son used to have somethign liek that! He would be randomly jerking in funy ways
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Lovino Fucking Vargas: yuh.
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Anita F.C.: ah! the tarantella~!
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Lovino Fucking Vargas: T- what?
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Anita F.C.: Tarantella, lovi! It's a kind of dnace! And a very fun one oto1
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Lovino Fucking Vargas: too bad. I don't dance
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Anita F.C.: rubbish! Feli don't me the two of you took lessons in daicng sicne you were young!
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Lovino Fucking Vargas: well. This is different
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Anita F.C.: ahhaha~
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Lovino Fucking Vargas: i doooooooooooont dance.
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It isn't because – isn't because he afraid he'd look stupid, okay?
Anita F.C.: it's oakY! You won't know until you try it, si?
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Fuck, what?
Anita F.C.: It doesn't matter if you're good or bad at things, only if you are willing to try and do better~ unless, of cours,e ifyou dont dare to do it
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Sure…
Lovino Fucking Vargas: pft. Who says I don't dare?
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Anita F.C.: no one, lovi! Just incasue your'e afraid yo uaren t good at it yet .
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Anita F.C.: evne if yo uthink you arene't good enough now, you'll be, one day. And you odnt need to worry about the ones who are already good ebcause we all are different . you shouldnt constantly match yourslef agiant other people . but see~ if you do it, then you'd get beeeter at dancing ~
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She could imagine Lovino's adorable scowl, and his tomato blush painting his cheeks.
Lovino Fucking Vargas: oh, shut up about the getting better parts.
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Anita F.C.: Oye~
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Anita F.C.: if you don't know hwo to dance the tarantella, I can alwyas teach you.
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Anita F.C.: you said you were goinign to come to spain soon, si? :D
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Oh is she excited!
Lovino Fucking Vargas: Yeah yeah.
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Oh man. What has he done to himself?
But damn, did that Spanish woman have deep things to say.
"Bitch!"
Alice's head shoots up, and she groggily stumbles out of bed, expertly manoeuvring herself through darkened hallways to the living room. Incessant pounding comes from the front door, peppered with swears and other obscenities.
Sighing, she unlocks the door, bracing herself for the figure that immediately collapses onto her smaller frame.
The red-haired lady grins up her, "'Sup, bitch. I'mma hooome," and she is out like a light. She reeks of alcohol, burning Alice's nose. Groaning, she lugs her sister to the couch, upon which Alice promptly dumps her. Leaving her sister hanging half-off-half-on, she goes back to bed, where she lies, quite unable to return dreamland.
So she stays away for the short remainder of the night, cursing her sister, cursing her mother, her father and anyone else she can think of. Curse god, too, for bringing her into this awful family.
But this is the same god who gives her a gossamer touch of hope in her dreary life.
And she doesn't quite know what to do.
Matthew gulps down the fifth tumbler of coffee, glumly staring at the screen before him. Macrohard Word is open, it's pristine white face staring blankly back at him. The only words on it are
Looking for Angels
He can't think of the rest of the story. And it's not really his fault. Not really, anyway. He's just a ghost-writer – what is he doing, trying to write his own story? Sighing, he closes the document, not bothering to save it, and returns to his newest assignment, the romance novel set in the 21st Century.
There are so many of these around, Matthew thinks, reading through the brief plotline for the sixtieth time that night. What a horrible cliché, typical plot! And for the rest of the night, Matthew churns out the story and bemoans the travesty it is to creativity.
A/N: Anita's words are some things I'm desperate to tell people. 1) Don't give up. 2) If you don't try, you'll never know. 3) Don't compare yourself to others because whilst it may be motivation at times, these things must be pursued in interest and joy.
I apologize for Lovino's OOC-ness. Now I know I shouldn't stay up at 3:17 am to type. Yes, I tried to sneak in some dark!Spain, but failed.
Does anyone really look at the time-stamps for the Wall Posts and count back? Just curious.
And I was wondering, does anyone have any perference, or suggestions for Scotland's Fem!Name? Yes, it's Scotland. I wrote this with Pixiv's unofficial!Scotland design in mind, all the England-abuse included. I have a particular fondness for abuse-relationships. Perhaps because the comfortable intimacy for sarcasm, to call people names, and tease them is something I desire. Not the chilly politeness of superficial friendships.