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A mysterious smol

[nujunno7]

Me, Missing my OTP. (TT___TT)

[spoilersgr]

Ζωζώ Σαπουντζάκη: Μένω στην Κινέτα στο καμένο σπίτι μου

Στο «Λοιπόν» και την Ρενέ Σαραντινού έδωσε συνέντευξη η Ζωζώ Σαπουντζάκη, η οποία μεταξύ άλλων μίλησε και για το σπίτι της στην Κινέτα που κάηκε με τις φονικές πυρκαγιές στο Μάτι αλλά και για όσα σημαντικά πράγματα έχασε τότε. Η Ζωζώ Σαπουντζάκη είναι ένα μεγάλο κεφάλαιο στην ελληνική καλλιτεχνική ιστορία. Δεν είναι τυχαίο καλλιτεχνικά και ηθικά. Έδωσα την ψυχή μου στη δουλειά μου, δούλεψα και δουλεύω σκληρά, αυτό το απέδειξα και τελευταία, που πήγαμε στο θεατράκι που ήμουν τον χειμώνα με τον Ζουγανέλη, το οποίο βέβαια δεν ήταν καλό θέατρο, δεν είναι εμπορικό, ήταν κακό, αλλά εγώ ένιωθα πολύ όμορφα, γιατί οι εμφανίσεις που έκανα, ήταν πάρα πολύ ωραίες, κι έβλεπα την αποθέωση που μου έκανε ο κόσμος. Όταν τελείωνα και σηκώνονταν όλοι αυτοί όρθιοι να χειροκροτούν, αυτό για τον καλλιτέχνη, είναι η καλύτερη αμοιβή. Είναι ωραία τα εκατομμύρια, ωραία τα χρήματα, τα χρειαζόμαστε και τώρα μάλιστα με το κάψιμο του σπιτιού μου στην Κινέτα… Τι έχεις κάνει με το ζήτημα αυτό; Τίποτα. Στην Κινέτα μένω, στο καμένο σπίτι μου, όχι στο πάνω, που κάηκε, στο κάτω. Σώθηκε το ισόγειο και μένω, εκεί κοιμάμαι. Μου αρέσει η Κινέτα, περπατάω στη θάλασσα, κατεβαίνω κάτω, κάνω τα μπάνια μου, όλη η χαρά μου είναι αυτή. Έχασες πολλά σημαντικά πράγματα ζωής… Χάθηκαν όλα τα κειμήλιά μου, όλο μου το σπίτι, τα πάντα. Όπου πήγαινα, όπου ταξίδευα, έφερνα και κάτι…Χάθηκαν φωτογραφίες, υλικό από παιδάκι, άλμπουμ ολόκληρα… Χάθηκαν του Σαρίδη τα έπιπλα, που ήταν εκπληκτικά όλα, μου είχε κάνει ένα σπίτι παλάτι… Δεν το λέω να παινευτώ ότι ήταν ο Σαρίδης… Ήταν γιατί τον αγαπούσα, γιατί το κάθε κομμάτι που μου έκανε, ήταν αυτό που ήθελα εγώ. Είχα ένα τραπέζι που ανέβαινε και κατέβαινε με μία βίδα, που το ανέβαζα κι άνοιγαν δύο πτερύγια και έτρωγαν 12 άτομα, όταν το έκλεινα, ήταν στο σαλόνι, κατέβαινε κάτω και δεν ενοχλούσε, ήταν χαμηλό. Ήταν ένα σπίτι που το λάτρεψα… Είχα ένα χαλί τεράστιο πανάκριβο, που το είχα δει στη βιτρίνα κι είχα πει στη μαμά μου: “Αχ, μαμά μου, θα το πάρω”, εκείνη μου απάντησε: “Είναι πολύ ακριβό, μην το πάρεις”, κι εγώ το πήρα… Καήκαν όλα… Οι τουαλέτες μου δε κάηκαν, σώθηκαν όλες, γιατί ήταν κάτω, στο ισόγειο. Ό,τι ένιωσες στην ψυχή σου, με την καταστροφή αυτή, ήταν πολύ μεγαλύτερο από το κόστος των υλικών όσο ακριβά κι αν ήταν, έτσι δεν είναι; Ασφαλώς κι ήταν πολύ μεγαλύτερο. Όταν είμαι από κάτω και κοιμάμαι, κι από πάνω είναι όλο καμένο… Αποφεύγω να πηγαίνω, αλλά κάπου-κάπου ανεβαίνω, το χαζεύω και λέω: “Εδώ ήταν το καθιστικό, εκεί στο χαγιάτι, έβγαινε έξω χωρίς κολόνα, χωρίς τίποτα, το ξύλο δουλεμένο… Ένα εκπληκτικό σπίτι, με πολύ γούστο. Δε μιλάω για ακρίβεια, για υλικά… Τα πάρτι που έκανα, μείνανε στη μνήμη, τα θυμάμαι, ήταν πάρα πολύ ωραία, το χάρηκα το σπίτι.Πηγή: TVNEA.COM

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[jmyns]

because once wasn't enough for me...

[darumador]

I liked how Kame says: “Kame da yo!” and Taguchi just laughs at his response, like how he always does.

[lalalevia]

Hello, I don't know if you ship it, but I was hoping you could write 12 for KameNo? Also, I wanted to say you are lovely and wonderful and I always enjoy reading your tags on my posts.

I am sooo sorry this took so long. I had some inspiration issues but once it finally came it was smooth and wonderful <3 Also ugh I absolutely love your posts and I’m so happy we’re mutuals now. I really hope you enjoy this 

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The end of February was steadily approaching. It was still Winter and in its last legs, the snow had come like a tantrum pillaging any signs that Spring might come.

People had a lot to say about those born in the Winter.

7 A.M. The windows were locked but the wind still whistled through its dividing cracks. Kame watched the curtains of white race down from the sky as he sipped at a cup of coffee. Hot and solitary next to the shimmer of people and cars dressed in ice shifting in the storm. So early.

He decided it was what it was and opened his drapes all the way, spilling cold white light all over his bedroom.  The world outside was cut diamond white and the flurries kept falling to the city below; a gloomy grey being swept up in a  blizzard swelled ever closer. Made him a little sad.

People said a lot of things about those born in the Winter and what it did for them when the weather got like this. Kame wondered where he fit in there; feeling this singular aloneness when the cold was breathing off his window panes.

“Looks like no work today~”

Kame twisted, startled. The pale morning was all over his sheets but it was most stark on the gold stretch of Junno’s skin. His hair was everywhere, static struck in a halo around his silly head. He hadn’t put on his glasses so he looked a little dazed but his wide savage eyes were fixed on him inasmuch as he had told Kame he was a blur without them.

“I thought you were sleeping,” he mumbled. “And just because it’s a blizzard doesn’t mean we can skip work. The managers will find a way.”

Junno made a very long figure under the blankets, took up space in everything in Kame’s area like he’d been made there and Kame thought, naked as he was, probably could have been.

“We should go out there and build a snow wall,” Junno offered listlessly. “We’ll keep the managers out.”

Kame leaned against his window and laughed. “Are you saying you’re going to put my apartment under siege.”

“Don’t know what that means but yes. You don’t want them to take me away from you, right?”

Junno had a look to him; everything with him was easy. Flash-second decisions, breathless smiles and even focused ardour. Kame liked that about him, liked how it felt on him when Junno fixed a concentrated touch of himself like a shotgun straight through his middle. It was invasive the way he took up space,

“I’m just saying, the weather is no reason for a day off,” he told Junno delicately before he downed the rest of his coffee. Junno’s glassy stare.

“Aww~” came the whine behind the bottom of Kame’s cup and the sound of the sheets shifting. Kame lowered his cup in time to see the sheet slip down Junno’s chest. He looked so puerile and sardonic in white, his dark everything burning a nice eclipse every faded grey morning in Kame’s bed. Kame would never tell him but it was why he got that colour. “Winter is supposed to halt everything.”

He was still trying not to laugh; Junno got carried away when Kame did that. “You’re the one trying to halt everything.” He set his cup on the sill as Junno’s look darted away with a funny little smile.

The wind outside screamed and Kame imagined their managers would be perplexed at once again not finding Junno in his own home. He remembered that Junno was born on the cusp of  Winter as well. They said winter babies were gloomy, but Junno…

Junno found his glasses and slipped them on, rubbing at his face where the faintest stubble had formed, He crossed his legs and looked so young when he murmured, “Call me Winter then.”

Kame crossed the room, leaving the cold of his windows and the chilling sight of his whole city being swallowed by ice.  He stepped up right to the bed where Junno tipped his face up, euphoric and ever-so pleased to have Kame in his space. “You can’t halt everything, and you’re not winter…” he murmured at him softly; his smile spilling on its own as Junno leaned in and mouthed over his lips, waiting for Kame to kiss him properly, always more spoiled in the morning than he needed to be.

When he did kiss him; it felt like waking up; felt like the sun creeping out of the clouds to glance shyly at freshly fallen ice.

Junno was springtime.

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