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❝ That is just wonderful to hear!
benvegnûo a cà-! a Seborga-! ❞
{ ✿ indie RP blog for Seborga written by Alexa. feeding on flowers since 2011 }
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anyone got any good picrews
hewwo....
「 ❊ He missed Valentine's Day. He's a failure.
No tourists seduced. No flowers given. No nothing. Carlino has fallen.
{ oh how i love a picrew where carlino gets to be a little forest goblin }
{ nothing quite like the sweet sweet feeling of re-reading 10+ year old rps....... on an account you cant get into anymore..... }
Carlino likes the apartment in Genoa.
He does.
It's not the same as his home, of course. His home that so perfectly encapsulated himself, from the moss growing through the cracks in the brick to the blood stains in the grout of the kitchen tile. It isn't his but it's his. He'd gladly spend his life there. He had. It was his first bite at freedom - the first time he'd sunk his teeth well and firm into the blue flesh of his own life, and the detail in it indicated such a thing clearly.
But there are times one needs a break. Wants warmth. Solid walls that the wind doesn't howl through. This week had been one of those times, and after removing all the sheets off the furniture, Carlino deems his apartment more than suitable for guests. It's small and charming. Big bay windows and antique, plush furniture in rich sky blues and ornate golds. The building is small and the doors are a rich oak, panelled with glass and allowing him to breeze from room to room. The wall paper is faded flowers, and the floors are polished wood. He doesn't mind it.
"Ah! Scì - parking is just-- just around the front okay? Let me know if-- if you need help buzzing up." Limoncello is poured, and the wind blows the curtains just so when Carlino hangs up the landline.
He doesn't mind guests, when it's here.
genuinely how did you get your url???
{ LMFMFMFAO not joking I sat and waited for 10 years checking to see if the blog would get abandoned and then like 2 years ago it finally did. best day of my life. }
{ remember when i posted a starter call..... remember that.... }
{ ok yeah u know what
like this for a starter if your muse would like to dig in the dirt with carlino }
There was a boy... A very strange enchanted boy They say he wandered very far, very far Over land and sea A little shy and sad of eye But very wise was he
{ blows the dust off this poor comm }
[ necklace ] sender helps receiver with the clasp of their necklace from behind (girl I'm being so normal about this)
ordinary intimacy | accepting
「 ❊ "Oh - câo, I am ss-so sorry, it is probably a m-mess back there, hm?" As per his usual dress, there's no less than five different chains all adorning Carlino's neck, from simple gold to long strands with drop pendants of emerald and ruby, crosses and angels, all tangling together to make a rats nest of metal.
Fannar is an angel, helping him with this last one while he gets ready for the day. Carlino holds the bottom of his curls up to try and help with the mess, this last piece - a dainty chain with a gold cage at the bottom, once meant to hold smelling salts and no less than five hundred years old is the final addition. He watches Fannar with attention in the mirror at the vanity they sit at, a smile tugging at his lips while the other works.
"Ah-! Perfect, see?" He spins, beaming. "It just-- just had to be there. Graçié!" And, of course, because he can't help himself, a delighted kiss is pressed to Fannar's cheek before turning back to the dusty mirror to admire. He couldn't resist. "Pretty, no?"
PROMPTS FOR ORDINARY THINGS THAT FEEL INTIMATE * inspired by this post. these don't have to be romantic - you can specify romantic or not when you send them. in essence, these are simply intimate, affectionate moments to share with someone you love and care about. adjust as necessary, send 'reverse' for the reversal of the prompt
[ lean ] sender rests their head on receiver's shoulder
[ shop ] sender and receiver go to the grocery store together
[ brush ] sender brushes receiver's hair
[ tie ] sender helps receiver with their tie, either by putting it on or adjusting it
[ necklace ] sender helps receiver with the clasp of their necklace from behind
[ zip up ] sender assists receiver with zipping up a piece of clothing
[ unzip ] sender assists receiver with unzipping a piece of clothing
[ shoelaces ] sender bends down to tie receiver's shoelaces
[ swipe ] sender notices a smudge of something on receiver's face and gently wipes it off
[ braid ] sender braids receiver's hair
[ jacket ] sender takes their jacket off and hangs it on receiver's shoulders
[ puddle ] sender hurries to stop receiver from stepping into a puddle
[ drinks ] sender brings receiver a drink from a bar/their kitchen
[ feed ] sender feeds receiver's pet/s for them
[ cook ] sender and receiver cook a meal together
[ feed ] sender allows receiver to try a bite of their dish, holding their fork out for receiver to taste
[ teach ] sender, an expert at something, takes time to teach receiver how it works and how they can get better at it, too
[ readjust ] sender comes up behind receiver and readjusts their stance (maybe holding a gun, holding a golf club, aiming for something, etc.) to help them
[ makeup ] sender fixes receiver's makeup for them
[ bathroom ] sender and receiver go to a public restroom together and have a normal conversation in between the stalls
[ aloud ] sender reads aloud to receiver
[ refill ] sender refills receiver's glass without asking
[ massage ] sender notices receiver looks tense, steps up behind them, and massages their shoulders
[ listen ] sender listens to receiver explain something they're passionate about
[ silence ] sender and receiver comfortably exist in silence together, both of them working or reading or focusing on something different
[ food ] sender brings food over to receiver's house
[ hum ] sender hums along to a song receiver is singing
[ see ] sender sees something that reminds them of receiver and texts them a picture of it
[ admire ] sender stares at receiver across a room, silently admiring and appreciating them from afar
[ win ] sender lets receiver beat them in a game
[ puzzle ] sender helps receiver solve/put together a puzzle
[ carry ] after receiver falls asleep in an inconvenient place, sender carries them to a bed and tucks them in
[ kneel ] sender finds receiver sick in the bathroom ("tossing their cookies"), and kneels beside them, holding their hair back and cleaning their face
[ clean ] sender helps bathe receiver
[ wash ] sender helps receiver wash their hair
[ patch ] sender carefully patches one of receiver's wounds
closed with @xbasilrp
「 ❊ It's a beautiful night for a cocktail.
Early spring rings in a hot summer, and the Mediterranean is as unforgiving as it is lovely. Carlino likes the drive here - he finds himself driving more often than not, these days, with harvest not yet impending and more free time on his hands than he knows what to do with. He'd followed the coast until he reached Barcelona, rattling down the highway in his ancient Fiat with his bags still in the back seat, and found parking on the vast cobblestone roads, wandering quietly through bustling streets and loudly chattering tourists until he'd found a more low-key bar worthy of his attention. It's a common one - seated on the main level of a large brick building, with windows open and seating on the terrace surrounded in a glow of strung up fairy lights.
It's here that Carlino takes a seat, setting his phone on silent and patiently ordering at the bar, his chin in his hand as a glass of Cava is slid across the counter for him to enjoy. It's 9pm on the dot. He can't see the water from here, but Carlino likes to imagine the way they'd dance across the rippling tides. Tonight, he wears comfortable beige slacks and a loose fitting linen shirt tucked into his pants, countless necklaces tangling against his chest and a particular emerald drop earring nestled beneath auburn curls.
He's waiting for someone. A light smile creases his lips, and he tastes another sip of his drink and enjoys the bubbles all the way down.
{ on my pinterest shit. thinking about Him }
🍸 What kind of dreams do you have that you don't share?
tipsy meme | accepting
「 ❊ "Mmmmmm, anonimo, I--" Hick. "I would-- I would be sharing them if-- if I thought they were g-good to share, of course!" He giggles. "Oooh, so many scary th--things. But I do not sh-share them not-- not because they are scary, but be-because it would terribly frighten others, you-- you know? Hah. People do not like my-- my ghost stories. What a shame."