#difilia

[koffiehuis-love]

@di-filia​ from here 

“I suppose I could. But you seemed so engrossed, I couldn’t just bother in the conventional fashion.”

As Jan sat across from Chiara, an eyebrow arches as an ankle crosses at his knee. An adjustment of his collar with a tug of his scarf has him comfortable as he scans his phone for the time and weather, indifferent to their information.

“So did I get your attention? Or is this one of those moments that I need to find a book of my own, seeing as you are in the zone here?”

[cxmomnia]

@di-filia from here kinda

【黒魂】==> Was he doing this right?

Kuro had everything he needed. The record player was ready with the new vinyl he bought yesterday, he had the lights turned down and candles lit, and he went to the store and bought a chocolate cake and a dozen long stemmed red roses. Everything looked perfect.

Then why was he so damn antsy?

He stared at the door of his house for what seemed like hours, waiting for her to come in through the door and do... what? Was he expecting her to be overwhelmed with joy, or embarrassment? Would she be happy, or upset that he had messed something up?

Kuro just wanted everything to be perfect for her.

She should be here, anytime now. Were the roses wilting? Was the cake going to be too dry or moist for her liking? What if the record player didn’t start?

Then, as if to pull him out of his own mind, someone knocked at the door. “Come on in,” he called.

[koffiehuis-love]

Continued from here: @di-filia

Since he could remember, Jan had only known toil and hard work. It seemed his young body only knew this and nothing else. The gift of his even younger siblings was indeed a blessing but it only meant he had to work even harder. How is it a child came to care for little babies, when a young man could never have achieved such responsibilities on his own? 

In that life, the Dutchman grew up quickly, thankful for his strong body that grew stronger still each day and his mind which absorbed books and business with perfect ease. It was only a matter of time he would be attractive to someone older, more powerful and certainly more cunning. And that is how Jan van der Berg and his siblings were taken like little trophies in the night by a handsome boogie man from the south. 

A few years down the line and Jan’s schooling has taken such a different direction. Adding Spanish, a resistance to guitar (that would come later) and dancing to his repertoire of flowers and his wizardry for finance, the Dutchman finds solace in the gardens. How he missed the tulips but this place was far too hot for such frailties. And here resided more of the Spaniard’s trophies, trying to reach a pitcher of water. Chiara works just as hard as he does in the broiling rays of the sun. Jan certainly never gives her credit, although no one else does either, but she is worth the praise.  And yet, he says nothing as he reaches for it easily with his awkward teenage frame, gawky and too tall. A pat on the head. She should get at least that.

Sitting down, Chiara can now have her much-needed water but the pair say nothing and he knows it will have to be up to him. He knows how to talk to children or so he thinks and glances out the window as he thinks of something terribly clever.

“It’s hot as a bitch out here, isn’t it?”

[koffiehuis-love]

@di-filia Or give someone a real rabbit and declare him a toy....

[cxmomnia]

@di-filia from here

( Kuro ) ==> Kuro was almost deliriously happy. To have Chiara in his living room, chatting nonchalantly, like normal friends or lovers would, was a blessing from whatever gods there were.

But his happiness diminished somewhat when he heard Chiara’s response. He was worried about her, he knew that being alone made you... different. It definitely stunted him, and turned him into... whatever the hell he was today. Kuro couldn’t help but be concerned.

“ Yeah, I can understand that, ” he said, grabbing another pocky out of the massive box they had bought at the 100 yen store. “ But still, you need to spend time with friends and family. ”

Bit hypocritical, coming from him, but he was genuinely worried about her.

[terradisirene]

She practically lays herself on his shoulders as she covers his eyes with both hands. "So? Is there someone you want to talk to me about? Hm?"

@di-filia

He’s surprised and tries to free himself but then gives up as he slowly registers it’s her. Then he  just lets her have her way.

“Eh? What? No dammit, did you hear something?”

“…Or maybe there’s someone you wanna talk to me about and you just don’t wanna  say. That’s it  I bet.”

[eisernerfavst]

"Take me to a popular cafe to eat good sweets! Sweets! I wanna go!"

Looking at them right now, one would never guess she was the oldest of them. And sometimes he wondered why did he put up with her childish attitude. 

He really did wonder. 

Any other person would’ve received a ‘no, if you want to go, go by yourself’, but here he was, glaring at her as if he wanted her head to explode, but not denying it straight away nonetheless. 

“If that’ll make you stop screeching, and give me my precious silence back, fine, let’s go.”

[napuleh]

Vincenzo isn’t making a mess, he is the mess. x @di-filia

“You’re going to make me cry. Honestly, truly,” he wines, I mean whines, fingers splayed across his chest, not at all to display the fancy new set of acrylics he got done just to spend a day or two with her. But also, like, look at them. Shiny. “I think I’m a very pleasant...”

“Fuck. Actually, that’s mine.” Now that she mentions it, it smells like Acqua di Gio all over one of his duffels, he just has to figure out which. Let him grace her floor with his presence as well, kneeling and flipping them over, one by one. “What I meant to say was, I am a very pleasant guest to have.” He looks Luigi dead on in the eye and insists, “Right? Aren’t I?”

“Anyway, your gift is actually back in my place. I’ve been holding onto everything for Natale, I don’t plan on ruining my gifts now. I’m not that great of company.”

A-ha! He’s found it, and managed to cut his thumb while doing so. Bound to happen when his search method consists of shuffling his hand around in the bag.

“Porca madonna, can I get a bandage or something?”