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[raivivan-blog]

Ahh, it really breaks my heart to say this... but I think it's best for me to leave the group. I've been inactive for a while now, and it's not fair for me to hold up this position anymore if I'm not giving all of you 100%

I still really, really like rping with you here, and I have always loved the rps that we've done (even if I was too nervous most of the time to initiate them). If any of you would still like to keep in touch, or rp sometime, I'd be glad to add you on skype, just shoot me a message! Really!

And... I'm really sorry for taking up this spot for so long ;; I hope that some of you will miss me as much as I will miss you... and thank you for this past wonderful year.

I'm really sad about leaving. And I hope we can rp together again sometime ;;

[cafe-der-nederlanden]

"Almost endearing?" [the Dutchman is pleasantly amused and is not sure how to react to the fact the Latvian has just said he was not an honest sort and he decides to soften his original retort] I suppose being blunt does not always coincide with honesty. It’s easy to point out faults and whatfucks to others; not so easy to admit your own.

I think everyone should read, it brings out something, pulls from them, just as you said. A few lines of poetry can bring on more honest discussion. World might be a tad better place for that. 

Sure, have at it….[hands Raivis the book] and I’ll order whatever pastries they have here.

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Ah, rather, by honesty, I meant... You seem reserved about yourself, at times... about your personal life, or interests. Or, p-perhaps it's just that I don't know you very well... *He certainly didn't seem to Raivis like the kind of unwittingly open-book he saw himself as* A-Ah, never mind...

I agree with that much, of course... The one thing I loved about living with Russia was the number of books in his home. Sometimes there were limited collections... but if you knew the right people, you could get your hands on good ones... 

*he smiles, accepting the book* Th-They have good Kolaczki here...

[mouna-bat]

Latvia’s Eurovision entry, "Cake To Bake," was one of my favorites this year. I’m sad that it didn’t qualify for the final!

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I-i reallyreally likeyour blog *hugs* bye *runs off*

(( Ah, thank you very, very much!! c: ))

[raivivan-blog]

That's dirty

24. This is one night only, don’t get any ideas.

N-Now... before it's too late, I want to make it clear that this is one night only.... d-don’t get any ideas....

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childofluxury replied to your post:

[[Latvia seems to have a lot to do with rope bondage lately jsdkfjsdkl

((tbh I was thinking Lux had somehow finagled his way to getting Lat to agree to be dressed up by him but well then huhehue

[cafe-der-nederlanden]

Well, there is always a dark side to anything that’s fuckin’ adorable, I suppose. 

[blinks as he listens to the explanation] Ah. Thanks. I am somewhat reluctant to read out-loud myself, with my accent, so thank you. [is never too sure if the younger man is flustered, embarrassed or upset, so he keep trying to untwist this puzzle]  So, feel free to read any more-if you want. I find it nice, this sort of thing.  [sips his coffee, wishing for an appeltaart at this point]

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*laughs at that, honestly finding that comment funny* ... y-yeah... *smiles* that's true...

*shakes his head* No, your accent is fine..! It's, ah... almost endearing, you could say... I'd like to hear you read more... Er-- not as in, 'I like your voice' or som... something weird like that, ah... more, you... don't seem like the kind of person who'd speak so honestly, so it's... it's nice to hear you read... p-poetry... *his face is red by the time he finishes speaking, but he does his best not to trail off anymore- like Netherlands said.*

... W... Well then, c-can I see that...? *he points to the book the other had brought out* I'm not sure which ones would be in that version, so... may I have a look?

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That's dirty.

53. What did we do last night?

*Oh dear.* B... Belarus, I hope y-you're not offended by this question, but... what did we do last night...?

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That's dirty

38. I hope you can untie me when we’re done.

Ah... d-don't you think that's a little tight... *inhales* ... Wh-What about afterwards...?

Ahhh.... I hope you can untie me when we're done... y-you can, right...?

[roleplayaskmemes]

Send me "that’s dirty" and I will generate a number for what my muse will say to yours.

Sexual Sunday NSFW special, they’re all suggestive, but don’t have to be responded to in a NSFW manner.

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[cafe-der-nederlanden]

[Tilting his head, Jan still wonders if his friendship with Russia bothers the younger man and ultimately decides to let it be]

Hey, you’re fine, I screw up all the time. One of my rabbits crapped in my shoe yesterday. Imagine that mess when I was in a hurry to leave the house. And that was just yesterday.

Oh, never had a poetry reading, eh? Well, I thought…that was why we were here, no? Did I misunderstand you? [leans in , his voice lowering] And that is a damn shame. Everyone deserves to be read to sometime in their life, if the poems cannot be expressed and explored, why bother writing them in the first place? Sure, it sounds better coming from a pretty girl in a negligee on your bed, but sometimes you gotta take what you can, am I right?

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*he nods, trying not to laugh or grimace at the mental image of Netherlands doing such a thing* ... S... Sounds like a handful...

*he shakes his head apologetically, finally looking up from cleaning his burned lap* N-No! Th-That's true, I just- I guess I wasn't thinking, I- ... I don't know. *his face seems to get redder the lower the other drops his voice* Th-That's true... But, ah... for the record... I thought you did a lovely reading of it. *neglects to add the fact that he thought such words coming from any pretty girl they could find wouldn't be half as good, as well.*

[crimson-sunflower]

The contest

[crimson-sunflower]

A nice place Ivan noticed, but they had no time nor had he the will to give the decoration or the place much attention. Walking in he’d sat down on a free table without even waiting for Raivis and waved the waitress closer.

"Two bottles of the strongest stuff you have, please. Also two water glasses with it. Thank you~"

There was no time to waste. Their lunch break wasn’t that long.

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Exasperated, Raivis hurried to take his seat as well, apologizing to the waitress with a look of embarrassment.

"Y-You're so brash...! You can't just say that..." he murmured, trying to ignore how small he feels sitting across from Ivan. Though, really, he isn't one to talk about brash behavior. "Anything strong with vodka is f-fine for us, thank you..."

Trying to ignore the humiliation of ordering strong drinks in the middle of the day, Raivis set his eyes on the table in front of him. Oh, how did he end up here...

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forgottenbalticknight replied to your post:

No reason at all! I just wanted to give you a call to see how you are. Is there any chance that you might be interested in getting together some time? It has been so long since you, me or Eduard have done some thing all of us together, you know?

Ah, yes, you're right, it has been a while...

I guess it would be nice to get together again, but, ah... what would we do..? But it doesn't really matter anyway, does it... spending time together should be nice in itself. *smiles*

[cafe-der-nederlanden]

Nah, Ivan and I are friends. We’ve gone out slumming before, we have the occasional drink. But I can see why you’d default to that.

[and as he reads the poem he can see the younger man’s reaction] Ah-are you well? [he wonders if it was a shitty translation. Maybe he was out of line reading it-after all, it was not something he was used to doing. He used to read more passionate words to get laid but finding an intellectual equal was something he never thought  possible]

It is very nice, I love how much he can packed into his words before…[see the coffee spill and his eyes widen and then relieved to see no utter pain was to be had as he seized a napkin to hand off] You okay, man?  

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Oh, I see... *he feels a bit of envy thinking of such a friendship- though he's not quite sure just who he's jealous of.*

*he simply nods his head when asked if he is well, trying in vain to seem unaffected- how embarrassing...*

Ah, I'm s-sor-rry I'm su... such a klutz.... *he frowns as cleans his lap off, and then dabs at his already reddish fingers.* I just... have never had someone read poetry to me like that before... a... and it was a surprise...

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-dials Latvia's number on his phone and waits until he answers before speaking in quite a cheerful spirit- Sveiki Raivis my friend! How are you today?

*answers the phone, with a bit of surprise at the caller ID* Hello? Ah, Toris..! Er, I... I guess I'm fine, why..? I mean, ah, h-how are you??

[cafe-der-nederlanden]

[finds the look the younger man gives a little off-kilter.] Should I not mention Russia around you or is it something else? [fingers drum the table firmly but only once, it’s a habit from lack of a cigarette, and he distracts himself with coffee]  

I can see why, his work is heart wrenching. [and a glint appears in his eyes at the accurate recital]  No. [lowers voice] No, don’t apologize…[pulls out a book, thumbing to the very page, he continues quietly]

Dreams seethe; and fretful infelicities Are swarming in my over-burdened soul, And Memory before my wakeful eyes With noiseless hand unwinds her lengthy scroll.  

"My over-burdened soul." Fuck all, if that doesn’t smack some truth, eh?

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Ah, n-no, that's not... *he gives an exasperated sigh* I just tend to assume a visit from Russia isn't really a good thing, anymore... *bites his lip* Not to mention he only visits me to bring bad news or work...

*he pauses at Netherlands' drop in tone, but is entirely taken aback by his continuation. He grows red-faced, and flustered- he's never had anyone recite poetry to him in such a private setting. It really does throw him off base, enough to make him tremble with a mix of bashfulness and admiration at the reading.*

Y-Yeah... It... It's really beautiful... *brings the coffee to his mouth, almost trying to hide behind it* It resonates with you, and...-- Ah!!! *spills some of the scalding liquid on his lap and fingers in his clumsy reverence, before scrambling for napkins*

[cafe-der-nederlanden]

[normally his being called by his personal name was a very private matter, but he allows it with the younger man, his usual gruff put aside for now] Being the same is good unless your eyes are burning out and you have  a hangover slash cold. [he smirks] Oh, can’t complain, just running into the usual  round of people at work. Have not seen Estonia and Lithuania but Russia was with me at our King’s Day incognito in orange. [shrugs as their coffees arrive]  

But enough of that. [the Dutchman knows he does not get to talk to anyone about this and he is eager] This Aleksandr Pushkin. I enjoyed that one. Example…”I Loved You.”  You can feel the pain of a love no longer yours. [closed his eyes in reflection, hiding it behind a drink of the coffee]

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*nods in agreement with his words, a tiny smile on his lips* Oh... *pauses, and gives an apologetic look at the mention of Russia* I see. *when he's given his drink, he holds it in his hands, delicately, letting the warmth seep into his fingers just enough to not burn.*

A-Ah, I'm glad you enjoyed... *looks into his coffee* ... He's written some of my favorite pieces... I used to like him quite a bit when I was younger. 'Remembrance' always struck me, especially... *fiddles with his cup, murmuring to himself* And in the idle darkness comes the bite, of all the burning serpents of remorse; dreams... A-Ah! I-I'm sorry, I got a bit carried away...!