A/N:A day late because of my recent camping trip. Said it once, will say it again: I hate camping.
This is the last bit we have written so far of Obsessions. My partner and I have yet to start of night two of the fiasco for the two pairs, and my school year starts up next week. Needless to say, updates will be a while. I'm sorry for that but please forgive us; it just wasn't in the cards.
Anywho…
Interlude timez. Written, separately, from our usual sort, but edited from its raw form.
At this point in time we have an old old memory of Cas and Finas still in Italy. It takes place almost hundreds of years before the current plot, I'd like to say. But it's just as important as the other chapters.
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It was 1:30 am. Casimiro had told him he would meet him almost over an hour ago, and Finas had been waiting on the roof of the structure for that long. He was growing impatient.
What on earth could be so important that Cas would be over an hour late on a time he chose? What, did he choose the grab a snack on the way there? What if he caught attention? He was so messy with his food, and people knew him in Italy, what if he was recognized?
Worrying aside, Finas was aware the moment Casimiro landed lightly behind him.
"Buona sera Finny-ass." The Italian's voice was light and careless, as though he hadn't been aware of how long he had kept his fellow vampire waiting. Like he was oblivious.
Truthfully, Cas had been reconsidering coming at all. He'd been a metaphorical inch away from spending the night out and alone. "You haven't been waiting long I hope?"
The Englishman resisted rolling his eyes at both the nickname and the light comments. The comments he could live with, but those nicknames… he'd never get used to those. The Italian was ridiculous.
"You're an hour late." He didn't turn to greet his companion, but remained looking out to the view. "What was so important that you are an hour late?"
Finas was somewhat irritated. But he would live.
The taller vampire scoffed. "Why? Did I make you miss a date?" Joining Finas on the edge of the building, Casimiro stared out in the view, a small smile playing on his face.
"She's quite beautiful tonight isn't she? Itallia mia bella."He was dodging the question, he knew, but he had a feeling Finas would let it go.
The Englishman studied his companion from the corner of his eye. "She is."
"Though, we're leaving it soon aren't we? La cangne 'e di lasciare il paese..." the taller vampire paused, remembering that Finas couldn't translate most Italian. "Well, you know the reason."
Finas returned his vision to the landscape, his own thoughts far in another country, where the trees grew high and the stars shone with a brightness and a pattern he knew like the back of his hand.
He missed England.
"We're leaving, yes." He returned to the present and brought his gaze to the other's face. "You're sure about this?"
It was a pointless question. Finas knew that the Italian was sure. Still, it was a question worth asking.
"Of course I'm sure!" The exclamation was meant to come of as eager, but there was a harshness to the tone that shouldn't have been there. The shorter man noted the harsh tone, but did not comment. The Italian sighed out of habit.
"But once it's done..."
He stared off into the distance, the smile returning.
Onceit'sdoneonceit'sdone
"We should come back. Maybe go by Atonio's bar and get a drink to celebrate." By drink, he naturally meant a human snack; it was taken that way by both men.
His grin wavered as he remembered he wouldn't actually take part with his friend. But, it was nice to pretend. Finas would have to take the drink by himself, hopefully out of memory or respect.
And hopefully, hopefully, he'd get the explanation he deserved.
Hopefully.
Antonio's…
Finas remembering Cas pointing it out once or twice. "Yes. I suppose we could come back."
If it would make Cas happy, Finas would come back. "Whatever you want Cas."
He followed the man's gaze into the distance.
"Whatever you want."
He didn't need anything anymore. They were vampires, they went where the wind took them. No rules or boundaries. Simply whims and wills. Whatever they wanted.
And only the stars to stop them.