“I’m waiting,” he murmured, ignoring once again Spain’s attempts at talking. “Talk to me. I’m here”.
He looked outside, the streetlamp illuminating a few boats in the canal in front of him. It looked so peaceful. Beautiful. Like Veneziano was.
“I’m talking, Lovi! If only you could listen-”
“I’m not referring to you, bastard,” he murmured. “I’m talking to Feli”.
A whiff of cool air hit his face. His heart sped up again.
“Can we play hide-and-seek, ve~? I’m hiding already, come and find me~”
A shadow flickered in the corner of his eyes, but when he looked, it was gone.
His heart was thumping in his throat.
“Lovino?”
He looked at Spain, smiling. “I’m taking him back myself,” he murmured. “Just wait, Feli will come back to me”.
He turned around again and stepped into the night, allowing it to wrap its arms around his body, moving away from the light of the open door, ignoring Spain’s calls, ignoring the coolness sweeping through his body.
The water in the canals sloshed soundlessly as he ran by, following a flickering shadow hiding in the night.
He smiled, lips stretching painfully.
“Of course I’m coming, Feli…”
…-…-…-…
Romano found himself running, gasps coming from his parted lips, wind against his face, up and down the bridges of his brother’s city, ignoring the few humans that were walking around, too concentrate on following Veneziano.
The muscles of his face twitched.
A laughter -loudly, echoing through the empty, narrow alley, beckoning him on-
Turning a corner, another empty street stretching on…
“Feli!”
“Come on?”
He started running again, hands clenched into fists, straining to reach that voice, that sound of footsteps echoing in the night, still evading him.
Up and down empty streets, watching the way the moon reflected on the water, watching the boats silently rock right and left, watching the ruined houses, thinking back of how much Veneziano loved this city, how much of this place was Veneziano…
His lips stretched further up, eyes growing wide.
“Feli!”
Another soft, silly laughter.
He ran faster.
Piazza San Marco was open in front of him, silent and dark. His pace slowed down to a complete stop in the space of a few heartbeats, twirling around to look everywhere, eyes straining to see in the dark, glancing up at the moon he could see behind the campanile.
He was alone.
“Feliciano?”
The silence was deafening.
“I know you are here, Feli…” a hesitant, trembling laugh.
The silence between his heartbeats was long enough to be able to fill an endless tune.
“Come back… please… I miss you so much… I’m sorry… you’re going to come back, are you?”
No answer but silence.
The place was void of life except him. he forced his feet to move, and as he walked, he felt like he himself was nothing more than the sound he made on the floor.
“This is yours,” he pressed his hand over his right eye. It was prickling slightly. “All of this is yours” he pointed around him, arms wide.
They were aching.
“You belong with me, Feli… come back… please…”
Once again, only the silence and the soft blowing wind against his body.
A soft breath.
His eyes looked up, towards the sky.
The pain was sudden, and without warning.
It seeped through him from his eye and his head, and it expanded like a wave.
He gasped and panted, feeling ripples of pain shot through his body, a dull twinge in the back of his head, growing stronger and stronger, building inside him, throbbing and expanding-
He fell on the ground, nails digging into the asphalt, blurred sight and pain and tears and…
Was the ground shaking? Was it him?
“F… F-Feli?”
Was he coming back? Finally?
Through the tears, he smiled. Yes, he was coming back. He was.
Footsteps behind him, louder noise than his heart, louder than his soft cries of pain.
With a soft gasp, Romano turned around. “Feli…!”
Silence.
Tears like grains of sand rolling downwards in an hourglass.
“Lovino? Why are you crying?”
Empty.
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please take your side whether Italy comes back or not.
Madre de Dios (Spanish) - Mother of God Dio (Italian) - God
Re: Voice [7/7]
anonymous
July 24 2010, 15:37:08 UTC
I say no, but apparently I like to kill off poor Veneziano.
This was such a difficult read, anon - and I mean it in the better way possible. When you described Romano's pain, I could feel it so well... So heartbreaking and pained. (Also I liked that you left in doubt if it's actually Romano's fault or if he's simply blaming himself because his last words to his brother were so harsh).
Re: Voice [7/7]
anonymous
July 24 2010, 16:26:30 UTC
Holy shit. Damn. No.
I can't convey my feelings right now, writernon. This is just too much. ;A; Lovino is my absolute favourite character, and seeing him like this seriously breaks my heart. A big, dark cloud of hopelessness came looming over me just now, and I... I feel so depressed all of a sudden. Gah. OTL Serves me right for reading this kind of stuff when I know that I can't handle it.
Anyway! It'd be a fat lie if I said I didn't want a "bad" ending where Feli is gone for real and doesn't come back, even though I'll be bawwing my eyes out (am I a masochist? ;; ), but... I can't bring myself to vote for that. Therefore, I won't take any side at all. Whether or not he comes back, I'll still be weeping, so...
Now then. I'm off to read something fluffy, to get my mind off this. Bookmarked for life, and I'm looking forward to the continuation! Please continue being awesome, writernon. You smash my heart into tiny little pieces, in a good way. <333
Re: Voice [7/7]
anonymous
July 26 2010, 12:15:11 UTC
It's heartbreakingly lovely, anon ;A; The fill hurts, but in a good way I guess? But poor Feli. It's hard to pick a side when both options are tempting. I could see there being enough "evidence" for him to be back or for him not to be. Though...I also couldn't help but wonder if the last bit could also be interpreted as Lovino's own impending fall after having gone mad. Thus he is hallucinating his brother more, or Feli would only be back at the cost of his disappearance (or the Together In Death trope applies).
If you do a sort of continuation, good or bad, it will be intriguing to read.
Re: Voice [7/7]
anonymous
August 2 2010, 13:14:45 UTC
Gods I just- D*8 You made me cry anon. I don't usually read deathfic but the writing was just so damn good & before I knew it...
I somehow believe that if Feli didn't come back (and I don't think he did -sob-) his soul melded with Lovi's so they're one. Which is heartbreaking in it's own right. The final word of course sort of undermines that possibility, but let me think it anyway :(
He looked outside, the streetlamp illuminating a few boats in the canal in front of him. It looked so peaceful. Beautiful. Like Veneziano was.
“I’m talking, Lovi! If only you could listen-”
“I’m not referring to you, bastard,” he murmured. “I’m talking to Feli”.
A whiff of cool air hit his face. His heart sped up again.
“Can we play hide-and-seek, ve~? I’m hiding already, come and find me~”
A shadow flickered in the corner of his eyes, but when he looked, it was gone.
His heart was thumping in his throat.
“Lovino?”
He looked at Spain, smiling. “I’m taking him back myself,” he murmured. “Just wait, Feli will come back to me”.
He turned around again and stepped into the night, allowing it to wrap its arms around his body, moving away from the light of the open door, ignoring Spain’s calls, ignoring the coolness sweeping through his body.
The water in the canals sloshed soundlessly as he ran by, following a flickering shadow hiding in the night.
He smiled, lips stretching painfully.
“Of course I’m coming, Feli…”
…-…-…-…
Romano found himself running, gasps coming from his parted lips, wind against his face, up and down the bridges of his brother’s city, ignoring the few humans that were walking around, too concentrate on following Veneziano.
The muscles of his face twitched.
A laughter -loudly, echoing through the empty, narrow alley, beckoning him on-
Turning a corner, another empty street stretching on…
“Feli!”
“Come on?”
He started running again, hands clenched into fists, straining to reach that voice, that sound of footsteps echoing in the night, still evading him.
Up and down empty streets, watching the way the moon reflected on the water, watching the boats silently rock right and left, watching the ruined houses, thinking back of how much Veneziano loved this city, how much of this place was Veneziano…
His lips stretched further up, eyes growing wide.
“Feli!”
Another soft, silly laughter.
He ran faster.
Piazza San Marco was open in front of him, silent and dark. His pace slowed down to a complete stop in the space of a few heartbeats, twirling around to look everywhere, eyes straining to see in the dark, glancing up at the moon he could see behind the campanile.
He was alone.
“Feliciano?”
The silence was deafening.
“I know you are here, Feli…” a hesitant, trembling laugh.
The silence between his heartbeats was long enough to be able to fill an endless tune.
“Come back… please… I miss you so much… I’m sorry… you’re going to come back, are you?”
No answer but silence.
The place was void of life except him. he forced his feet to move, and as he walked, he felt like he himself was nothing more than the sound he made on the floor.
“This is yours,” he pressed his hand over his right eye. It was prickling slightly. “All of this is yours” he pointed around him, arms wide.
They were aching.
“You belong with me, Feli… come back… please…”
Once again, only the silence and the soft blowing wind against his body.
A soft breath.
His eyes looked up, towards the sky.
The pain was sudden, and without warning.
It seeped through him from his eye and his head, and it expanded like a wave.
He gasped and panted, feeling ripples of pain shot through his body, a dull twinge in the back of his head, growing stronger and stronger, building inside him, throbbing and expanding-
He fell on the ground, nails digging into the asphalt, blurred sight and pain and tears and…
Was the ground shaking? Was it him?
“F… F-Feli?”
Was he coming back? Finally?
Through the tears, he smiled. Yes, he was coming back. He was.
Footsteps behind him, louder noise than his heart, louder than his soft cries of pain.
With a soft gasp, Romano turned around. “Feli…!”
Silence.
Tears like grains of sand rolling downwards in an hourglass.
“Lovino? Why are you crying?”
Empty.
---
please take your side whether Italy comes back or not.
Madre de Dios (Spanish) - Mother of God
Dio (Italian) - God
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This was such a difficult read, anon - and I mean it in the better way possible. When you described Romano's pain, I could feel it so well... So heartbreaking and pained. (Also I liked that you left in doubt if it's actually Romano's fault or if he's simply blaming himself because his last words to his brother were so harsh).
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Damn.
No.
I can't convey my feelings right now, writernon. This is just too much. ;A; Lovino is my absolute favourite character, and seeing him like this seriously breaks my heart. A big, dark cloud of hopelessness came looming over me just now, and I... I feel so depressed all of a sudden. Gah. OTL Serves me right for reading this kind of stuff when I know that I can't handle it.
Anyway! It'd be a fat lie if I said I didn't want a "bad" ending where Feli is gone for real and doesn't come back, even though I'll be bawwing my eyes out (am I a masochist? ;; ), but... I can't bring myself to vote for that. Therefore, I won't take any side at all. Whether or not he comes back, I'll still be weeping, so...
Now then. I'm off to read something fluffy, to get my mind off this. Bookmarked for life, and I'm looking forward to the continuation! Please continue being awesome, writernon. You smash my heart into tiny little pieces, in a good way. <333
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D8
If this is based off of that song, and I think it is, then Lovino died and Feli took his place?
D8
/sobs anyway
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and no, of course no. It's Lovino who survives, and Feli...
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The fill hurts, but in a good way I guess? But poor Feli. It's hard to pick a side when both options are tempting.
I could see there being enough "evidence" for him to be back or for him not to be. Though...I also couldn't help but wonder if the last bit could also be interpreted as Lovino's own impending fall after having gone mad. Thus he is hallucinating his brother more, or Feli would only be back at the cost of his disappearance (or the Together In Death trope applies).
If you do a sort of continuation, good or bad, it will be intriguing to read.
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I somehow believe that if Feli didn't come back (and I don't think he did -sob-) his soul melded with Lovi's so they're one. Which is heartbreaking in it's own right. The final word of course sort of undermines that possibility, but let me think it anyway :(
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