#teararumaneasca

[vinamarui]

teara-rumaneasca replied to your post

Did you need something, O Sulking One?

[vinamarui]

[zhestokiyvek]

teara-rumaneasca replied to your post: are you impotent yet :/

Your face seems to be swollen.

Should I assist you?

[vinamarui]

Horrible insults aside,

Since you hear me quote it all the time,

here's a hidden kiss.

Craciun fericit Ionutz!

...and here I'd thought you'd forgotten.

[counts-of-celje]

#If everyone is queueing up to fuck Romania #I'll start selling the tickets for the front 

"You have some explaining to do."

[vinamarui]

[ichunwerde]

[counts-of-celje]

Since we have some free time this weekend, dragul meu,

I think it's time we had a nice getaway to the countryside.

I've been meaning to ask you since New Years... but we have been a bit distracted, nu?

[He hands him a bouquet of yellow daisies and red carnations, not a single stripe in their petals. With a dash of baby's breath.]

Te iubesc.

[You might have to review the language of flowers for this one~]

Edvard was stunned speechless for a moment, a rarity for the Slovene who usually had something poetic or eloquent on the tip of his tongue. He accepted the flowers gratefully, taking care to hold them gently, whilst appreciating the delicate softness of the petals between his fingers. The meaning behind the flowers spoke volumes more than human tongue could decipher, but the honest sincerity and love behind each one was enough to make the Slovene blush and lose himself in the bliss of it all.

"Thank you. These are lovely."

Te iubesc.

He dabbed his eyes gingerly with the tip of his finger, easing the ensuing tears he wanted to let out. It was silly, getting so emotionally worked up, but Edvard couldn't help the pounding in his heart nor the burst of emotions swelling in his mind. 

This man, Mircea, made him feel all kind of emotions that he'd never find apt words to describe. Equal parts he felt conflicted -- what if he was assuming too much? -- and the other wanted to damn it to hell and just bask in the emotional chaos. This man just admitted he loved him -- to hell with reason and logic!

"I love you too, Mircea...I...forgive me...I'm at a loss for words." 

Instead of relying on the inadequacies of language, he let his lips convey exactly what he was feeling in a slow, loving kiss. It wasn't passionate or sensual, just pure love radiating from his lips. It was disarmingly honest and pure, so much so, that Edvo felt --for the first time in a long while -- like an innocent young boy again indulging in his first kiss.