Language Arts

Phoebe Romano. Claimed by Silvius Romano. Translator. Fashionista. Ex Patriot. Daughter. Can swear in 15 languages. The limits of my language mean the limits of my world. - Ludwig Wittgenstein.

[phoebexromano]

silviusxromano‌:

Silvius’ free hand settled on her lower back, utterly appropriate even but with acres of bare skin, he had to remind himself that leaving the party early was not acceptable. “It is wonderful. You all did a magnificent job getting everything ready. Thank you so much.” Bending low he whispered, “I plan to show you fireworks of my own later.”

Phoebe suppressed a shiver at his touch. To her, it felt like she’d barely had a hand in it. Sophie never really gave her anything but menial tasks. Regardless, she always put in her best effort. “You’re welcome. I am glad to see so many enjoying themselves.” The promise in his words warmed her skin more than the afternoon sun. “I can hardly wait.” 

[silviusxromano]

“Oh damn…” he muttered under his breath as he saw Phoebe glide out of the poolhouse and out among the guests. You would think after a year, her effect on him would be diminished in some way. It was not. She still fired his blood like no other before and dressed like that, it was amazing there was any blood left in his brain at all. Picking up two drinks from a low tray of a passing waiter, he moved beside his woman and held one out, “You look like you could use this.” He murmured quietly, “And may I say you look … absolutely incredible today.”

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[phoebexromano]

Phoebe beamed at Silvius and accepted the offered drink. “Thank you, cuore mio. You are welcome to show your...appreciation later,” she purred back, enjoying the effect she still had on her Dom. “Everything has turned out wonderfully, you are pleased, yes?”

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faith-romano‌:

Faith gave a soft laugh, verging on scathing but just keeping the right side of it.  “I’m alright I think.  I’ll be happier when I know where I’m staying.  The cottage I got is nice enough and everything but I just can’t help wondering if I am missing a trick not staying in the city itself.  Close to all the restaurants and bars and cafes - you know?  Enjoy the change of pace a bit more.”

“I can’t say that I blame you,” Phoebe admitted with a shrug. The estate was lovely. But living with...the whole family was not the easy proposition. She was also used to being constantly on the go; or at least she had been until her Claim. “It would be closer to work yes? To live in the city?”

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Belated Welcome | Phoebe & Carlo

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carlo--romano‌:

Carlo hadn’t spent much time in his new cottage since moving to Verona. Most of his time had been spent getting out in town so he could familiarize himself with it, and getting to know people. He had never been the type of man to sit still at home. He had to be out and doing something. It was due to this that Carlo still hadn’t finished unpacking everything in his cottage, and had dedicated the day to trying to finish getting everything sorted. When he heard the knock on the door, he abandoned the open box and went over to open it. Who he found at the door was completely unexpected, a look of surprise on his face as he greeted her, “Well, hello there. I gotta say, you’ve got impeccable timing, whether you were trying to or not. Did you need me for something?” He asked, wondering what brought the woman to his door.

Phoebe smiled at the greeting.  “Well, not to brag, but I’ve been told that before. It’s like I have a sixth sense,” she said, teasing. “No, I don’t need anything, I’m just the belated welcome wagon. I was out of town when you arrived. So I just thought I’d...be neighborly, as they say back home.” She held out the bottle to him. “Welcome to Verona.”

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Belated Welcome | Phoebe & Carlo

While she was away, Phoebe had thought hard about what she could do to feel more like part of the family. Family was everything to Silvius and yet she still felt separate from them. Celia and Celeste would probably never be won over but maybe there was hope from other. So when she found out a new member had arrived, she obtained a bottle of her favorite American whiskey and headed to the cottage where Carlo had taken up residence. Wearing her most charming smile she knocked and hoped this went well.

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faith-romano‌:

“Then I’ll just make sure I’m standing behind Arden when it happens!”  Shaking her head Faith rolls her eyes, “I thought things might have moved on.  That’s been going on for a long time and somewhere as exciting as this I would have thought would have managed to  provide some new excitement.”

Phoebe shook her head with a laugh. Faith’s brand of ambition was foreign to her. She’d never had to compete with anyone to be successful. “Ah well, you know the saying, the more things change, the more they stay the same.” Phoebe shrugged. “Enough of that, how are you settling in?”

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faith-romano‌:

“That’s good because having to hire staff the second I arrive seems like an awful hassle,” Faith laughed.  “Do you expect it to explode anytime soon?  Who is the cease fire between?”

“It’s hard to say when it will explode. It’s just knowing it will eventually,” Phoebe said, the  words fairly ominous. “C’mon Faith, I know you well enough to know you’ve done your research. Besides, Verona is famous for its feuds.”

[phoebexromano]

Given to Silvius on their 1st anniversary:

Cufflinks with the latitude/longitude for where they met

Framed Vintage Map of Verona

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[silviusxromano]

SILVIUS & PHOEBE - 1ST ANNIVERSARY

Starts with a drive up the coast and then a picnic at the shore front, carefully arranged.

Gifts:

books on language

paper crane necklace

diamond drop earrings

(Note - paper is the 1st anniversary traditional gift)

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[pirxuettexphelia]

“What?  Seriously?  Okay, now I know you’re totally full of shit.”

[phoebexromano]

“I am not! There is really a city in the States that puts Chili on Spaghetti.”

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faith-romano‌:

“Tension and danger, how exciting,” Faith grinned.  “Should I get myself a bodyguard?  Wish I had kept up my karate lessons when I was seven?  Or is it a case of staying out of no go areas?”

Phoebe chuckled. “I don’t think a bodyguard is necessary. I am not even sure there are no go areas. It’s more like...the cold war. Technically there is a cease fire but a nuclear bomb could drop any second.”

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faith-romano‌:

“And as always you speak the truth.  So now we have coffee and cake you need to fill me in.  What do I need to know about Verona?”

Phoebe smiled. “People are friendly. The city is beautiful. But...” She thought back to the fires and her smile faded.  “There is tension right underneath the surface. Like the city is always poised for danger.”

[aoife-bryant]

“I may have just found my new favorite cafe.”

[phoebexromano]

“I told you. It’s divine.”

[phoebexromano]

Text: I dreamed of you last night.

Text: Oh? Was it a good dream?

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[phoebexromano]

silviusxromano‌:

Text: And my hands get lower and lower, down your back as I work the knots out of your back. How soft your skin is under my old hands. How beautiful you look, perfect, rumpled, sensual. Wearing lace under that tank. Naughty …

Text: Those hands are not old. They are experienced. Hands that know exactly how to touch me. How to make my breath hitch...soak the lace worn lower.

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Text: I dreamed of you last night.

Text: Oh? Was it a good dream?

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[phoebexromano]

silviusxromano‌:

Text: That’s a good girl. Now. My dream started with you, hair tied up in that knot you do when concentrating on a particularly interesting translation. Wearing one of my shirts over a t-shirt and jeans that ride low on your hips. 

Text: I come in and start to rub your shoulders and you give that little purr. The one you do when you are pleased. Sound familiar, my love?

Text: Mhm. quite familiar. So familiar that I can practically feel your hands and smell your cologne, padrone. 

Text: And am definitely feeling what they do to me.