Minvade 22: La Pieta [1/1]
anonymous
October 3 2011, 14:22:14 UTC
This needs a proper fill treatment, but have a minifill in the meantime OP ;w;
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They know every inch of the words. Romano begins it in a hiss, gripping at Spain's necklace, his eyes flitting up and down Spain's warm chest, even as his fingers curled into the chain. "Ave Maria, piena di grazia," Spain gently pulled at Romano's fingers, but they locked tightly in the chain. Romano used it to pull Spain near, near and near and beautifully near, because this is never a sin when it's so beautiful. "Il Signore è con te." Romano finished his lone line, like he had gnawed over the words as a dog teeths on a bone.
"Bendita tú eres entre todas las mujeres," Spain sighed, pressing the words into the crook of Romano's neck, heart beat burning in his chest like spanish sun. He wants to run, and hide, and can't help but remember waking up spooled in his own blood, unsure of where he exactly stood with his own people. "Y bendito es el fruto de tu vientre, Jesús." Romano wound the chain links round and round his fingers.
Romano clawed at Spain's neck, fingernails settling on each line in Spain's jaw, and neck, and clavicle. The cross hung limp, and a little cold where Romano touched him. Everything a counterpoint to the ferocious sunlight.
"Santa Maria, Madre di Dio,"
"Santa María, Madre de Dios," Spain's response is docile to the point of something more pitiful than lust; love. Romano swallowed, too awkward for his emotions, emotions too awkward for him, and kissed at the corner of Spain's mouth, whispering and praying.
"Prega per noi peccatori." With that Romano clung to Spain, sweat palming along his arms, arcing down into his elbows. Kissed the cross, once, twice. This isn't a sin, even when both of them would do anything to run away. It's a pity, or perhaps a mercy, that they cannot; bodies delineated against each other, in the way history lies cracked and curled upon each other in spirals. More dangerous than desire, and more lethal than something as clumsily physical as sex.
"Ahora y en la hora de nuestra muerte." Spain murmured, his insides burning up and he kisses Romano like it's something sweet. The cross clinked tiredly against his chest, as Romano left it there, to cool and to settle between them.
Re: Minvade 22: La Pieta [1/1]
anonymous
October 5 2011, 07:32:24 UTC
OP here. ANON. I AM IN LOVE WITH YOU. i only wish that this was longer!!! >< SUCH A BEAUTIFUL FOCUS ON THE CROSS. I didn't even think about the chain!!!
This is so open for a second fill by any anon, but i am just SOOO happy this got filled!! LIKE YOU HAVE NO IDEA. ANON YOU HAVE MADE THE OP'S YUCKY DAY INTO SOMETHING BEAUTIFUL.
THE SPANISH AND ITALIAN. OOOOMG THE LANGUAGE KINKS. What do they translate to??? OP is too lazy to use google translate XDD
omgggg that was so....so, oh i have no idea. All i know was that this mini fill made me so ridiculously happy. SO HAPPYYYYYYY. I LOVE YOU >///< thank you so much!!!! >///
The dialogue is the Ave Maria as it is prayed in Italian and Spanish, respectively.
Translation: Hail Mary, full of grace, the Lord is with you. Blessed are you among women, and blessed is the fruit of your womb, Jesus. Holy Mary, Mother of God, pray for us sinners, now and at the hour of our death. Amen.
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They know every inch of the words. Romano begins it in a hiss, gripping at Spain's necklace, his eyes flitting up and down Spain's warm chest, even as his fingers curled into the chain. "Ave Maria, piena di grazia," Spain gently pulled at Romano's fingers, but they locked tightly in the chain. Romano used it to pull Spain near, near and near and beautifully near, because this is never a sin when it's so beautiful. "Il Signore è con te." Romano finished his lone line, like he had gnawed over the words as a dog teeths on a bone.
"Bendita tú eres entre todas las mujeres," Spain sighed, pressing the words into the crook of Romano's neck, heart beat burning in his chest like spanish sun. He wants to run, and hide, and can't help but remember waking up spooled in his own blood, unsure of where he exactly stood with his own people. "Y bendito es el fruto de tu vientre, Jesús." Romano wound the chain links round and round his fingers.
Romano clawed at Spain's neck, fingernails settling on each line in Spain's jaw, and neck, and clavicle. The cross hung limp, and a little cold where Romano touched him. Everything a counterpoint to the ferocious sunlight.
"Santa Maria, Madre di Dio,"
"Santa María, Madre de Dios," Spain's response is docile to the point of something more pitiful than lust; love. Romano swallowed, too awkward for his emotions, emotions too awkward for him, and kissed at the corner of Spain's mouth, whispering and praying.
"Prega per noi peccatori." With that Romano clung to Spain, sweat palming along his arms, arcing down into his elbows. Kissed the cross, once, twice. This isn't a sin, even when both of them would do anything to run away. It's a pity, or perhaps a mercy, that they cannot; bodies delineated against each other, in the way history lies cracked and curled upon each other in spirals. More dangerous than desire, and more lethal than something as clumsily physical as sex.
"Ahora y en la hora de nuestra muerte." Spain murmured, his insides burning up and he kisses Romano like it's something sweet. The cross clinked tiredly against his chest, as Romano left it there, to cool and to settle between them.
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ANON. I AM IN LOVE WITH YOU. i only wish that this was longer!!! ><
SUCH A BEAUTIFUL FOCUS ON THE CROSS. I didn't even think about the chain!!!
This is so open for a second fill by any anon, but i am just SOOO happy this got filled!! LIKE YOU HAVE NO IDEA. ANON YOU HAVE MADE THE OP'S YUCKY DAY INTO SOMETHING BEAUTIFUL.
THE SPANISH AND ITALIAN. OOOOMG THE LANGUAGE KINKS. What do they translate to??? OP is too lazy to use google translate XDD
omgggg that was so....so, oh i have no idea. All i know was that this mini fill made me so ridiculously happy. SO HAPPYYYYYYY. I LOVE YOU >///< thank you so much!!!! >///
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Translation: Hail Mary, full of grace, the Lord is with you. Blessed are you among women, and blessed is the fruit of your womb, Jesus. Holy Mary, Mother of God, pray for us sinners, now and at the hour of our death. Amen.
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