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HE’S LYING ! and anyone who knows him can see it a mile away, and the fact that he hid the number, not showing anyone just made so much more suspicious. even as you see elias flirting with the argentina, you keep a close eye on gio, ❝ so, why are you lying? solo per chiedere. ❞
@hacuore hit the ♡
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was he taking this too far? he wouldn’t say that. ❝ i’m definitely trying to impress a boy who wears the same three shirts, sì, gio. ❞ no, there’s a bigger game at play here. one that involves figuring how many times he has to murmur to marti that he’s going to the bathroom, or going to check his phone, or ━ he’s going to grab a beer, does he want one? before marti notices his shirt has changed about ten times. instead of any of the things he actually needed to stay over at marti’s, which was the plan, all that’s in his bag is way too many t-shirts rolled up so they’ll all fit. it’s a long story. by this point, he and marti are playing a long game with this whole thing. he has to laugh though, it’s gotten slightly out of hand, and gio being this aware that nico’s probably fucking with marti just goes to show. ❝ i thought he’d break by now, honestly, i mean ━ ❞ shrugs, ❝ he’s way too intent on beating luca and elia to notice all the effort i’m going through. ❞ humor-filled eye roll, and, ❝ you want in? ❞ he’s more than willing to include gio on this, hell, get everyone in on it. he could use someone with a phone.
❝ i’ve got some dumb shit i can send you, ❞ maybe he has more planned out than he’d like to admit; he’d kind of hoped he could rope gio and maybe elia in on this. ❝ you think he’ll notice if get my laptop out? ❞ the point of this is to be sneaky, but at this point, the other boys are fully focused on the game at hand, ❝ if you’re serious, i have a half-formed plan ━ ? ❞
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well, since i’m being mushy, i should talk about buffy, @divused, i know we don’t talk that much, but let’s be real, i love how she writes, and how she handles herself in general around here. she’s such a cool gal, and honestly i have no idea how she came to follow me because agAIN let’s be real i am a hot mess with a facade that halfway works. she’s a great writer and she takes every muse and makes it her own, taking the character and transforming it. we have similar tastes and that means i always have someone to scream at whenever i want to tbh. KEEP DOING WHAT YOU DO DARLING!
SEND ME ♥ AND I’LL WRITE SOME POSITIVITY FOR A BLOG THAT I FOLLOW. | ACCEPTING!
16. It means a lot to me to know that you are here
𝐀 𝐉𝐎𝐊𝐄 𝐀𝐋𝐌𝐎𝐒𝐓 𝐑𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐒 𝐎𝐅𝐅 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐔𝐄, but eva stops herself. not because she does not feel comfortable around him anymore, quite the opposite, because she feels as if they are slowly going back to being them. there is something in the way giovanni is looking at her, those light eyes and the shy smile, that tells her he means it as more than he is leading on. she has always been good at reading him, even before ( especially then. ) eva can only hope she is not seeing things again, allowing her expectations to get the best of her as fingertips reach out to rest on his arm. "𝐢'𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞. 𝐢'𝐦 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞.“ how can he still not know that?
𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚝𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚋𝚘𝚡: 𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚌𝚑 𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗 ➜ 𝚊𝚜𝚔𝚋𝚘𝚡 𝚌𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚎𝚍.
@hacuore u already know
❝ perché sei così ?? dio mio – ❞ it’s just like this – marti doesn’t want to struggle through that entire class alone. marti can’t miss anymore days ! maybe it’s his own fault because of how many days he actually missed last year – that was bad. he’s still trying to convince gio that missing days solves nothing ! ❝ le lezioni mancanti non fanno nulla per te - guardami? ❞ a gesture to himself and – ❝ non puoi semplicemente dire che non stai andando lunedì, ❞ he’s repeating old things.
’ We order different drinks at the same bars. ’
always accepting. @hacuore
IT’S REALLY LATE. they’ve been sipping a lot of different things ( probably not the best idea ! ) luca, elia, gio – went to sleep in the room – marti at least owed them that because of last time, which left marti and nico talking for hours in the living room, occasionally bringing up who was sleeping on the couch. the floor. nico wouldn’t let him sleep on the floor, and marti continuously told him he wouldn’t ; except that he would because he’d sleep on the floor just so nico was comfortable. marti has been sitting there. on the wood floor, lined up next to the sofa nico was dozing off on, playing with his hair, while he sipped a drink. they’re back at gio’s cabin , but it’s a different time. after just weeks, it felt like it had been so long ago; and part of that was terrifying in itself. the hour, past hours feel like a dream – he knows he could be buzzed, it could be the silence that’s flooding into every corner. it’s only a few more moments before he hears someone waking up, sliding carefully down the hall. grabbing another drink off the counter, now visible. marti can’t question what gio does, but by the look of him it doesn’t seem like he slept at all. ‘ we order different drinks at the same bar , ‘ it makes him think of a lot of things at once, it could be anything. mean anything. it’s just so vague that he kind of laughs. so vague, and he’s tired. marti is listening, looking at gio as he stands to his feet – grabbing two blankets to place onto nico before gesturing to the back deck.
so much could not be said in the next few moments, they could just sit in silence and drown themselves in beer – they could talk about how what gio had said made his stomach turn, nearly sick – when he places it in comparison with the shit of politics, with everything. there’s nothing but the sound of pushing water by the lake, clinking glass bottles, wind through trees. “ so that’s what you meant to say when you said you’d be right back,” he’s clearing his throat, joking because the other had been gone for at least an hour when he said ‘ i’ll be right back. ‘ though he knows there’s something more no matter how vague gio sounds with that. he can feel gio staring at him, not forgetting about incidents with covitti – the ones that marti wants to not care about. “ la società è fottuta spazzatura–– fanculo,“ marti says the last part entirely to himself – like he was able to yell at the world like the several times before when it seemed too real. no one was going to tell him he couldn’t be with nico. the silence returns and it’s not unbearable. not when he can speak into the silence, into existence: “ i love him, you know– “ never an afterthought – it didn’t matter that it was the second time he’s says this, it was the first time gio heard it. and it means more every single time.
“ Who did that to you ?”
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he can’t look at gio properly because he knows he’s going to break if he starts talking. lying doesn’t ever end well – but worrying gio , who will tell elia and luca. nico. is going to start a riot he wants to forget about. covitti, covitti, covitti. gio’s staring at the bruise on his face – marti knows that he is – he knows that gio will confront covitti and elia will be right behind him with luca and that’s not what he wants. “ i can’t kiss nico at school, “ it’s quiet, caught in his throat – and he’s finally looking at gio. he hates that his words sound like a statement – it’s terrifying in that way. when you are constantly aimed at because you messed with the wrong guy’s sister , you can’t live up anything. marti will never grow out of the rumors , that he left emma to be gay with niccolò – but no one knows how that fucking works. it was never a choice. and marti isn’t afraid. he’s fucking tired, so fucking tired of everything. he had known ... but not really the extent when filippo had talked to him about anything. about things he would now understand if even a little bit.
“ my mom can’t see me like this ... she’ll cry – can we go to your’s “ voice finally breaks and he’s holding his side, wincing. he would hide this, he would hide it if he could but gio has eyes that make anyone guilty if they lie – and marti was a horrible liar. ‘ don’t tell nico ‘ he’s saying very intensely with one look. he knows gio understands him. knows him – but he also knows gio thinks honesty is the best policy. eyes fall for a moment, and he feels like he’s lost himself right now. “ the thing is you can’t do anything to him – because no one is going to care why i got hit. “
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send me ‘👀’ for something my muse has said about yours to someone else / when they’re not around. @hacuore
“ chiaramente - è ancora innamorato di lei .. con eva, “ martino hushes a whisper just as soon as gio had excused himself to the restroom. mostly he speaks to elia ( because elia is still frigid when eva is mentioned , no one will blame him for caring so much ) there’s luca, and nico who he’s speaking to as well. there’s a game plan that must form within the next fifteen minutes – even five depending on when gio comes back. “ non possiamo farci nulla ma avere un'opinione. le sue scelte sono i rischi e non va bene se gli diciamo cosa fare. la cost con l’argentina non ha preso, dice? non ha funzionato. ma gio è ovvio, eppure dobbiamo essere il perchè non pensa mai a se stesso prima. “ he’s takes the controller to unpause their fifa game so there’s something muffling them in the background – should gio hear anything. he looks to each of the boys, a raised brow – gio does everything for them and never seems to consider himself ever.
“ comunque porterò più vino , “ he gets up, speaking a bit louder because he hears the click of the bathroom door, and this time gio can’t know about this because he’ll deny that anything’s wrong.
