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unfoldedstories:

She found herself pacing a bit back and forth, not very far around the chair positioned in front of his desk. “Could be worse, could be a meeting that was three hours long.” Or hell, even longer than that. Now those were the worst. But… to be stuck in a room with João? Certainly no complaints there as she would catch herself glancing over at him in his chair. “But nonetheless I do agree, I actually was looking forward to this trip.” She hums, “With the snow coming in heavy it’ll be nothing but staying inside, and while I’ve been out during the cold plenty of times it’s not the same as when the sun shines brightly.”

“Well...” The Portuguese man began slowly, standing up from his spot and easing the file folder of notes out from under Sig’s hands. “No one is telling us that we cannot take this out on the water.” A bright, cheery smile replaces his slightly grouchy expression at the notion of winter wrapping it’s icy clutches around his home, being confined to the indoors for months on end. “I think as long as we get everything done, no one has a right to complain about how it gets done.”

#unfoldedstories || sig

unfoldedstories:

@signatus-iberia

“God, can you believe we have to go over these new agreement today? They’re not due for another couple of days.” Sigfrid looks over the papers in her hand, going through each one and skimming them before gently tossing them onto the desk. “I mean, everything’s already been decided basically.” On such a gorgeous day out too

“No, I cannot.” João was leaning back in his desk chair, gazing out the picture window that took up the entire back of his office. While it was still getting quite late in the season, the weather was impeccable for sailing and being outside. And yet, himself and Sigfrid were condemned to his office, washed in the colors of the seas. A tease compared to the real thing. João’s hazel eyes were drawn back to Sigfrid as she spoke of the paperwork, before she unceremoniously tossed them onto his desk, a grin tugging at his lips at the action. “It’s akin to torture, keeping us locked away like this when the weather... We will not be getting too many more days like this until spring.”

#unfoldedstories || sig #v; high tide (main)

danmarks-styrke:

Mathias sipped his coffee, returning João’s funny little look before he snorted quietly, nearly spitting his coffee back out. “I’ll take the broken one, I think. I’ve become rather fond of him. All his quirks and otherwise.”

Laughing, Jo lightly clapped the Dane on the back of his shoulders and leaned back in his seat. “Now, that’s love if I’ve ever heard of it. Keeping a crazed snow monster with a broken thermostat.”

#danmarks-styrke #v; high tide (main)

obousifoc:

“I better be the most important thing in your in your life.” Antonio joked, swatting at his brother as he pinched his cheek. “Stop that,” He murmured, rubbing his cheek gently from where João had pinched him on the cheek. Antonio snorted at his brother and gave a small roll of his eyes. “You doing work is a foreign concept, João. Winter is the only time you’re slightly productive and that’s just because you’re whining about everything else.” Antonio grinned at Jo and nudged him gently. “God right? C’mon tell me where we’re going.”

“Wow that almost makes you sound super conceited, little brother.” Jo snickered to himself. He rolled the window down and dangled his arm outside in the open air, rolling his eyes at the mention of work.

“Hey. You love me despite my inability to do work when the sun is out and shining.” It was true that the Portuguese man was captivated by the sun and the summer, but winter just left him... unhappy. He took the summer for all it was worth, and would not apologise over it either. “The beach! The closest one, the one you prefer, I don’t care just pick one and lets go.”

#obousifoc #v; high tide (main)#iberibabes

historicalveins:

‘Au contraire, my Mediterranean friend! I could easily ask you the same thing about Summer. I ask you: how could it possibly be preferred with its blaring, burning heat; its gruelling air that can feel like a sauna; and its incessant presence regardless of how much one de-clothes? When phrased like that, it seems pretty awful, does it not? But you and I both know that Summer has its good qualities, too. I think you are portraying Winter in an unfair light!’

“I suppose that’s something one could argue,” João hums, taking a sip of his coffee. “But you could also see the seasons as parts of a day. Spring is dawn, fall is dusk. Summer is noon and winter is midnight. Summer is bright and full of life, winter is dark and still, covered in a layer of quiet. They are all parts of the day and no, none are more or less important, for life does not disappear at nighttime but merely goes to rest. Perhaps I am being slightly unfair, but I am allowed to prefer the height of the sun rather than the depths of the moon’s shadow.”

#this got DEEP #historicalveins || ollie #v; high tide (main)

comodiosmanda:

“Oh I know.” Naia gave a small wave of her hand and a warm smile to Jo. He was sweet to them, kind and gentle and loving and the fact that he won’t bet on family never ceases to make her giggle. “That sounds like some sort of proverb.” Naia laughed, leaning into Jo’s hand to her cheek with a soft sigh of contentment. He was too sweet to her. Far too sweet to her.

“He does.” Naia murmurs, looking up at Jo and smiling as she brushed some of his messy bangs from his face. Affectionate was one way to describe the Iberians and Naia couldn’t help but laugh. “Oh my gosh of course!” She giggled, stepping into João’s arms for a warm hug. “Of course– anyway, the Germans love the beach. And digging holes at the beach. So, it’ll suit him.”

“I don’t think I’m wise enough to turn words into proverbs, Nai. No matter how much it would suit me to do so.” João gave Naia another squeeze and a kiss to the top of her head, smile still firmly planted on his face.

The sheer joy on Naia’s face only serves to tell Jo that she was being taken care of and loved properly, without restrictions or being tied too tightly down. Much like a plant, she seemed to be showered in love and allowed to grow uninhibited so she could bloom. “Do I want to know why exactly they like digging holes at the beach? That seems a little... Odd.”

#comodiosmanda #v; high tide (main)

@danmarks-styrke

“Ask Aleks.” Mathias shrugged, spinning his spoon in his own coffee mug. “Something about him being a giant blah blah overheating blah blah and ‘Mathias, snow is fun!’ Snow is not fun.”

João just gave the Dane a funny look, shaking his head. “Mathias. I think there is something fundamentally wrong with your husband. You should find your manufacturer’s warranty and get a new one.”

#v; high tide (main)#im loling #danmarks-styrke

aphgrandpa:

“It’s not so bad, if you have the proper clothes and insulation to keep warm. Sunrises in December are arguably the most beautiful of whole year. Summer is great, but nothing beats fresh snow.”

“But, consider: I am not made for the cold. I just want to sit on the beach and be happy and warm all year. And yet, I am cursed with cold weather.”

João is being dramatic; it doesn’t even get that cold. But, he’ll still whine about it.

#aphgrandpa || jaime #HI TATE BB #v; high tide (main)

@damnprussia

"I have no idea. The cold is miserable. Only good thing about it is Christmas."

“Agreed. But it’s October. I am not mentally ready for Christmas, let alone the cold or the winter.”

#im LOLING hi din bb <3 #v; high tide (main)#damnprussia

“So tell me,” João began, a hand on his coffee cup. “Why, or a better question is how do some people actually enjoy the winter? It’s cold and dreary and... Cold. Even the sunlight is cold.”

#open;#oh shit a rare open starter has appeared lmao

renamonkalou

Sun Flower | Manuel Oliveira

#left watching the queue;

mapsontheweb

Etymology of Portuguese districts.

#left watching the queue;

aux-armes-citoyens:

“Mm, and urgent.” Francis laughs against his lips, his back arching and legs unravelling as he feels the softness of his mattress at his back. He felt so careful in João’s arms and against his body that he nearly laughed- it was as if the other forgot that no matter how delicate Francis may have looked- he wasn’t. He revelled in the taste of their lips against each other, and breathed a sigh as they parted- his eyes searching his lovers face with a nearly wry smile. He wasn’t sure why he hadn’t reached out already, and he had no answers if João were to ask. It was only a couple more moments until he deeply regretted wasting the past months without him.

“Simply a matter of time.” Francis runs a foot up João’s back and down, planting itself beside them and nudging at his side with a knee, turning them to a position he favoured more at the moment, entangled on their sides. Francis eventually climbs on top of the other, legs straddling and pants visibly tight as his fingers hiked João’s shirt up, hands reaching out to his chest as if he were a cat stretching in the sunlight, pressing down to meet his lips again, leaning into his ear as he rolled his hips down. “Fuck me now.” It was a simple and straightforward demand, his lips curling into a smile as he placed a chaste kiss to his temple. “In the sunlight that you crave more than you do me.”

It was less of a need to be careful with his partner and much more of a reverence and a longing intertwined and creating a softness about him when it came to Francis. “Urgent indeed,” João murmurs in return, honeyed eyes catching the reflection of sunlight off of the bedsheets and burning them bright. The sight lasts for just a moment, extinguishing as his eyes slip shut with another fevered kiss, fingers digging into the man’s hips. When Francis did not reach out to him when the days grew long and warm, the Portuguese man could only assume the worst; that perhaps the cyclical nature of their trysts had finally burned out completely. It wasn’t as if he sat around and waited, but the absence was noted and noticed and it left a deep, heavy longing in its place.

But, they were here now, for however many nights the summer had left. João does not look gift horses in the mouth.

Without protest, João allows himself to be put on his back, arms lazily draped above his head as if a feast spread over a table for the other to devour. Which was very much like Francis to want to do, fingertips trailing beneath João’s shirt and pushing the cotton fabric up out of the way as he did so. As Francis stretches like a cat, Jo easily grabs onto the man’s rear with both hands, giving the flesh a firm squeeze as kisses are exchanged, a contented rumble of a sigh escaping his throat. That low roll of hips into João’s just makes him tighten his grip, though Francis’ words pull a husky little laugh from the brunette.

“As if I had any grounds to deny you.”