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( okay just woke up and finally got on a computer and noticed the group was closed??? )Â
((I will be rejoining when the hiatus/revamp is over. Will you?))
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( okay just woke up and finally got on a computer and noticed the group was closed??? )Â
The Italian took the manâs advice and sat down. The seat beside Antonioâs bed was a bit hard, it was made of wood, but it would do. A small smile was placed on Felicianoâs lips as he spoke. âSo, how are you, besides the pain? Lovinoâs working in the kitchen today. I thought Iâd help you, seeing as heâs always there for you.â The Italian spoke in an informal voice. âI hope you donât mind, though.â
Antonio patted the side of the bed, "come closer." He insisted, ignoring the other's question. How was he? Sad and in pain. That was all. He sighed softly and reached out, automatically for the younger man's hand. "I don't mind at all, dear. Come sit. Have we met?" His voice was so soft and gentle--so caring; mother-like.
italian-therapy
âL-Lovino?â He had barely woken up, vision blurry, and body heavy. From behind, this looked like Lovinoâgod forbid if it wasnât. Of course, Lovino was really the only one Antonio trusted with disclosing his health with, and proceeded to complain. âCould you grab me⌠Some pain killers, kiddo?â His tone was so sweet. â⌠And Iâm getting lonelyâbut if youâre busy⌠In the kitchen⌠Thatâs okâŚâ He rasped tiredly from his bed.
The boy smiled at the mans mistake. He went over to the bedside and grabbed some painkillers for Antonio. He handed the Spaniard the pills.
âIâm not Lovino, Iâm his brother, Feliciano. But youâre not the first person to mistake me for him. Do you need water? I could easily run to get some before you take the pills.â Feliciano stood by the bed, never sitting down in case something happened.Â
"You--" the older man blinked open his eyes a little more, apologizing once he realized that this boy really wasn't Lovino. "I'm... So sorry." He mumbled, popping a couple pills into his mouth, shaking his head as he swallowed them dry. "I'm used to taking them like this." He waved a hand.
"I'm Antonio." Was all he said, staring at the younger male over the edge of the bed. "You can have a seat, I don't bite."
"Am I the only fucking person here who likes soda?" ((I'm so sorry lol))
"No--but we haven't had the darned stuff for years. It's better not to think of it than to pain ourselves with cravings." The old man glanced at feliciano from the corner of his eye, grunting at the thought of something he once enjoyed.((It's ok! Lol))
italian-therapy
"L-Lovino?" He had barely woken up, vision blurry, and body heavy. From behind, this looked like Lovino--god forbid if it wasn't. Of course, Lovino was really the only one Antonio trusted with disclosing his health with, and proceeded to complain. "Could you grab me... Some pain killers, kiddo?" His tone was so sweet. "... And I'm getting lonely--but if you're busy... In the kitchen... That's ok..." He rasped tiredly from his bed.
bo burnham starter sentences
"I cried for at least an hour after watching Toy Story 3."
"I saw a homeless man named Rich."
"What the fuck's a G-Spot?"
"Just because you're fucked up doesn't mean I am too."
"My life's about three things; getting money, getting pussy, and the Dewey Decimal System!"
"Dicks and vaginas are like Coke and Pepsi. Most people prefer one or the other, but my dad thinks they taste the same."
"You should try it. You might like it."
"You think you know everything, but you don't know anything at all."
"S/he hates you, I know s/he does, s/he fucking hates you!"
"I want to beat you to death with a blunt object!"
"I'm offensive and creative like handicapped porn."
"Rosa Parks didn't call shotgun!"
"These thoughts of mine must be a sign that I'm #deep."
"If the world is my oyster, then I must be allergic to shellfish."
"I love the fact that you're dumb enough to not realize everything I've said has been said before."
"You look like Jackson Pollack's easel."
"I've got a fake mustache and a fake ID."
"Magic isn't real--- read a book."
"You shouldn't try so hard to be perfect."
"Trust me, perfect should try to be you."
"If you want love, the love's gotta come from you."
"Boo to the nice girls, praise be to slut-fucking."
"If Jesus can walk on water, can he swim on land?"
"If life gives you lemons, you probably just found some lemons."
"Let's fuck in the woods."
"She's a whore with a capital H."
"My whole family thinks I'm gay."
"Their little girl is in love."
"How could love be wrong?"
"Laughter is the best medicine---besides medicine."
"Love is like porn, minus all the things that makes porn cool."
"Am I the only fucking person here who likes soda?"
"How did I do it? Well, like a tampon thief, I had to pull some strings."
"There's other people, you selfish asshole!"
"Maybe I'll grow out of it."
"I know it's bad, kid."
"I've got your back, kid."
Hmmmm like for a small starter? I keep losing track I'm so sorry
âHmm.. Now that you explained, I can understand what you are thinkingâŚÂ But I still believe the food and resources arenât being wasted on you.â She looked down and watched him as he shook his head. Leaning down, she kissed his forehead again. Like a mother would a child, or a daughter to an injured or ill father. A special little treatment for a man who had given so much up. âThe pain will go away soon. But for now, you should rest. With each day the pain lessens and brings you another day closer to returning to Lovinoâs cabin.â
âThere are stronger ones out there who could use an⌠Extra bite or two.â The kiss was enough to calm and silence himâsomething so familiar that he had not felt for so long. The mention of Lovinoâand a place with the boy heâd come to call homeâmade Antonio nod. Heâd accepted his fate, and the pain that was growing dull again. âCan youââ he hated asking favours. âMaybe help meâmake sure my leg doesnât knock against something again.â He shot her one last glanceâso caring and full of gentle paternal love, before shutting his eyes.
When he seemed to calm, she just smiled, carefully moving the sheets as to tuck him him. âOf course.â She replied in a softer voice, one she use to use on her own little brother when he would wake from nightmares and Anri would attempt to make him sleep again. She would do her best. Her hardest, to make sure he would get a full nights rest and to avoid hitting his injured leg.Â
Turning his head to the side, Antonio finally managed to fall asleep. It seemed that for another while, he did manage to sleep. He managed to bite back the pain and let his determination lull him to sleep--he couldn't deny that Anri's presence wasn't also an aid to his rest, finally. It was late when he woke once again, in pain.
Just a S t r o l l
Antonioâs body felt heavy. He didnât know when Lovino dropped beside him or when he took off. The next thing he knew, if vaguely, was only more pain. He could hear voices around him, but he hadnât the slightest idea of who they belonged to. Everything was dark, and terrifyingly so. Soon, the voices went away. Everything was silent and he was sure for a moment that he had died and come back as one of those things. His body felt hot, and he wanted to wake and cry out, but he couldnât. Instead he lay, out cold, in the small makeshift hospital bed in the infirmary, an IV in his arm and bandages covering his leg.
Lovino had been pacing back and forth for who knew how long. He kept looking over at the bed and were Antonio was layig. He had rushed back and found the first person he could to help before coming out of there. He had rotated sitting by the bed and pacing. He had decided too sit back down next to the other and as soon as he did he watche him wake up. âAntonio! Hey, youâre waking up then?â He asked softly.Â
The man didn't respond. The moment his eyes opened, they were dull, lifeless, and glazed over, emotionless. If any emotion had to have been betrayed, sadness would be it. Slowly, he turned his head to Lovino--he looked awful, with features sunken in, dark circles making his eyes look punched out. After a moment, he looked afraid, helpless and afraid. He held his hand out, a hand shaking horribly with pain numbing fluids running into it--then parted his lips, eyes half closed. "Lovi... My Lovi..."
âI think so. If I remember correctly⌠At least you have your sons⌠You know where they are. Alive, well, and with you.â
âWell, yesâŚI am thankful for them surviving this long if that is what you are trying to say.â
âAnd you should be. No father should have to lose his childâkeep them well and safe, donât lose that precious gift, make it last. Trust me. It will be so worth it, friend.â
âI understand that. Having children was probably one of the few things I have done right in my life, and I will protect that privilege with my life.â Alaric paused, letting out a sigh. ââŚIt feels a bit improper to talk about this, somehow.â
"Improper?" Antonio shoved his hands into his pockets, the smile fading from his lips as he leaned to one side, against one of the cabins. "How so?" He was still battling the bitter feelings of the loss of his own daughter.
Just a S t r o l l
Antonio held such a gentle smile upon his faceâhe really did care for Lovino, so much. The moment he hit the ground in the dawn light, he made no response. His body was limp and his breathing erratic. Had they made it this far to simply fail? As hard as the older man fought, he couldnât seem to get up or even open his eyes in that case. The infection had made his body weakâand now it was far too weak to carry on. His pulse had slowed, and now, it was up to Lovino to go and get help. As much as the older man wanted to push, he couldnât.
Lovino knelt down next to Antonio for a moment. He shook his head, trying not to let himself get elled up and cry. He stood back up an glanced around. âHello?!â He called as he stood up. No one was around and no one could hee him. But as close as he was, he could easily go get help. He looked back down at Antonio before turning on his heels to run in the direction of the community to go gt someone who knew what they were doing.Â
Antonio's body felt heavy. He didn't know when Lovino dropped beside him or when he took off. The next thing he knew, if vaguely, was only more pain. He could hear voices around him, but he hadn't the slightest idea of who they belonged to. Everything was dark, and terrifyingly so. Soon, the voices went away. Everything was silent and he was sure for a moment that he had died and come back as one of those things. His body felt hot, and he wanted to wake and cry out, but he couldn't. Instead he lay, out cold, in the small makeshift hospital bed in the infirmary, an IV in his arm and bandages covering his leg.
âI think so. If I remember correctly⌠At least you have your sons⌠You know where they are. Alive, well, and with you.â
âWell, yesâŚI am thankful for them surviving this long if that is what you are trying to say.â
"And you should be. No father should have to lose his child--keep them well and safe, don't lose that precious gift, make it last. Trust me. It will be so worth it, friend."
Just a S t r o l l
Antonio tried hard to ignore the now-throbbing pain that had set in where his leg had once been. The night had been brutal, and his fever still raged. Every time Lovino would tell him that he was almost there, he would hop faster, as a look of determination would cross a hopeless face. âKiddoââ he murmured, sure the community was now in sight. âI owe⌠You⌠For keeping me⌠Aliveâstaying with me.â He swallowed thickly and felt himself growing limp as they got closer. âStrong boyââ he managed to reach up to cup Lovinoâs cheek, just at the outskirts, before his hand slid away and his body crumpled to the ground.
Lovino felt his heart beat faster as he got closer and closer, enough to see the fence around the community. He was excited to get there, to get Antonio into proper care, the kind that he deserved and not the one that had no idea he was doing and a little squeamish at the sight of blood. As Antonio talked, Lovino glanced over in his direction. He blinked once, before blinking once again. âWhat?â He began before shaking his head. âyou donât owe me anything. IâŚI couldât leave another person out there.â Before he could continue, he saw the other fall to the ground. âAntonio?!â He exclaimed as he knelt down next to him.Â
Antonio held such a gentle smile upon his face--he really did care for Lovino, so much. The moment he hit the ground in the dawn light, he made no response. His body was limp and his breathing erratic. Had they made it this far to simply fail? As hard as the older man fought, he couldn't seem to get up or even open his eyes in that case. The infection had made his body weak--and now it was far too weak to carry on. His pulse had slowed, and now, it was up to Lovino to go and get help. As much as the older man wanted to push, he couldn't.
âWas yesterday Fatherâs Day? Oh Iâve lost track of anything and everything. Iâm too old for this horse shit.â
âOhâŚwas it? You are not the only one who has lost track of things. I assume my sons have as well.â
"I think so. If I remember correctly... At least you have your sons... You know where they are. Alive, well, and with you."
update thingy;; I'm aging Antonio a few years. Because I feel like it, so I'm gonna :) if anyone's got any questions, then ask away!
"Was yesterday Father's Day? Oh I've lost track of anything and everything. I'm too old for this horse shit."
