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I've Got You Under My Skin

Aug 17, 2010 18:27

WHO: Boss Vargas and his loyal Vassal
WHEN: August 17th, Tuesday Evening
WHERE: The Vargas Mansion
WHAT: He'd tried so not to give in, told himself this (business) affair would never go well...
RATING: R (for Roma)

( 'Don't you know, you Fool, you can never win?' )

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foxy_avus August 17 2010, 23:30:02 UTC

Since the attacks on the Vargas mansion, the staff have been a little jumpy. The sound of a plate crashing against the tile floor of the breakfast nook almost caused a maid's throat to be slit open by a recently paranoid butler. But seeing as they were Vargas staff, the butler was able to stop himself in time before the maid retaliated with her own knife to his throat. Even though they had a good laugh about it after they told Roma, it was still a worrisome matter ( ... )

man_nav_naudas August 18 2010, 00:17:07 UTC

The abrupt appearance of Mister Vargas following just on the cusp of an ominous 'click' that had floated into his peripheral had Raivis, predictably, leaping from the chair he had been perched on, confronting the man with a round open mouth and the overall appearance of a frightened rabbit. As addled as the rest of the staff ( ... )

foxy_avus August 18 2010, 01:58:19 UTC

Most of what Raivis had said all went over Roma's head as he focused on the male's small, stuttering frame. It made him realize that he missed his assistant ( ... )

man_nav_naudas August 18 2010, 02:48:00 UTC

Roma hugged him.

Hugged him. There were moments in his life when the breaching of customs he'd known since birth still disturbed him. Sometimes people would call him by his first name when they were only an the level of 'acquaintance'. Sometimes they would embrace him strongly when the situation clearly required something far less informal.

But such an instant, uncomfortable and more than a little unwanted, had not been shared with this man. It never was with Peter or Toris but to feel just as accepting when it was his employer. There should have been metaphorical sirens blaring. 'Not ethical', 'not professional ( ... )

foxy_avus August 18 2010, 03:14:42 UTC

Roma had dealt with people who have had hallucinations before but that was usually under the circumstances of extreme blood loss or starvation. Raivis didn't look like he was suffering from any fatal injuries and he had just stated he was eating well so Roma was quite...worried.

However it wasn't the worst thing he's heard.

He placed (what he hoped was) a calming hand on Raivis's shoulder and soon began rubbing soothing circles on his back.

"Mr. Galante, perhaps you need to rest? I can prepare a room for you where you may lay down. It worries me to....see you like this."

As heartless as Roma could be, he still had pity. He was truly concerned for his frazzled assistant.

Also, it might put Raivis more at ease around the don if he catered to him like this. And Roma might earn more...liberties with his assistant.

man_nav_naudas August 18 2010, 03:53:46 UTC

Raivis had cried once in the company of The Great Mister Vargas. Once and only once- shamefully at their first meeting, a few tears had been shed from eye allergies of course, but they had been tears nonetheless and now that they began to fall again, he buried his face in his palms and struggled to control at least those prickling bastards gathered at the corners of his eyes.

"N-no, no, this... this n-n-needs t-to b-be d-done..."

One hand automatically reached for something, anything- a paper, a pen- that might ground him. "I-I have to work. I... I'm not a... I'm not this unprofessional usually. Y-you know that, right? I... there's already been enough trouble around the mansion, y-you don't need a malfunctioning a-assistant too..."

foxy_avus August 18 2010, 04:15:52 UTC

Roma slipped his own hand into Raivis's reaching hand and laced their fingers together. With the other, he retrieved a clean handkerchief from inside his suit jacket, initialed R.V., and gently eased his assistant's head up, wiping away a few tears.

The cruelest part of Roma enjoyed the beauty of Raivis's tears but luckily (for the young man) the concerned part of Roma won out. But there was still something so alluring about comforting a beautiful boy in tears.

"Raivis," Roma said his first name slowly, cautiously, "you are a wonderful assistant. The best I've had in a long time," which was actually true, most ended snooping around too much thus leading to their murders, "and you needn't work if something is troubling you to the point of tears. You've been wonderful for me so far, one day off isn't going to hurt anyone."

Roma pushed off the desk and tugged at their joined hands, trying to persuade Raivis to come with him to a place they could both relax.

man_nav_naudas August 18 2010, 04:41:56 UTC

The boy could be stubborn when he wanted to be. It took a few gentle pulls for him to follow, trembling from the sobs leaking out between sniffles. He should have seen a meltdown coming, but at work and so soon- the man had squeezed his defenses out of him with no warning and left Raivis tired, vulnerable, confused ( ... )

foxy_avus August 18 2010, 04:58:54 UTC

And here Roma was hoping to drag Raivis into a bedroom. But the boy had stopped and he seemed to have calm down and was all business ( ... )

man_nav_naudas August 18 2010, 14:59:20 UTC

Inevitably came the thought of Ivan.

Raivis gnawed at his bottom lip, largely unaware of how much his restless movement was actually fidgeting separate from the tremors seizing his limbs. He kept his hands folded in his lap, but his legs shifted about and his foot kept tapping against the ground.

'Tap'. 'Taptaptaptapta-'

He squeezed his eyes shut. "Th-that's... that's the thing, Mister Vargas. Er, that I...I'm not sure, but I think it was just shortly after I got back from City Hall. Ever since then, it's b-been getting progressively worse. A-almost as bad as the Charleston apartment complex transforming into a castle over night... O-or was I seeing that too? D-did that even happen?"

His hands were white knuckled and gripping the edge of the table before he fully registered movement at all. He grit his teeth together, inhaling sharply.

Had to pull it together. This was a work environment- Should have been one. He choked on another sob.

GREAT NOW THEY'RE BOTH DISTURBED. PULL IT TOGETHER GUYS foxy_avus August 18 2010, 21:12:23 UTC

A castle? Roma did vaguely remember something about seeing a castle where an apartment complex used to stand but it was fuzzy memory, as if he dreamt the whole thing. But if Raivis had recollection of such a thing then it must have happened.

Right?

Roma held back a groan. He was not about to doubt his own sanity as well. He didn't understand how therapists could listen to this all day and not go crazy themselves. Or maybe they had and they were just really good at hiding it.

Roma leaned into his chair as his concern was slowly turning into impatience. He asked himself, 'why are you doing this?'

I wanted to get into his pants, obviously. There should be no other reason...I have no time to make friends. Only connections.

But you're obviously not good at this. This is not how Roma Vargas handles things ( ... )

I know right? This ain't no time to 'wine' about things. AHAHAHA.... man_nav_naudas August 18 2010, 22:09:49 UTC

The speed with which Raivis downed his drink was lightning. It had barely made it to the table before trembling fingers were around the flute of the glass, tilting it for a long, deep gulp that left no drops but garnered instead, plenty of coughs.

He doubled over briefly, clutching at his chest as he let the last vestiges of his tears flow with the jerky hacking.

Stupid, stupid child. Too easily could he still hear his grandmother's throaty muttering from amongst his memories. Viss notiek likumsakarīgī, Raivis. For a Galante, nothing else.

'Every thing happens for a reason.'

If he was seeing sound effects literally popping up everywhere, there was a 'reason'. Logically, the same reason for throwing back expensive Italian wine without expressing the proper gratitude to the superior who had offered it was the same allowing one professional relationship after another to gradually shred into fine granules of Awkward and Regret. Everything came back to a growing conviction that the Reason- The Reason- life was going wrong was the ( ... )

This post took a strange turn, SORRY :T foxy_avus August 20 2010, 02:20:53 UTC

Roma waved a dismissive hand as he finished his own cup with a few even gulps ( ... )

What are you apologizing for, wench? It was beautiful. I shed tears. man_nav_naudas August 21 2010, 00:02:14 UTC

"R-right. F-forgive me..."

He could be told repeatedly, over and over, that his repentance wasn't necessary but Raivis, always, gave it regardless. For a while, his attempts to keep the overabundant pleas minimized had been surprisingly successful. He'd been happy, confident that he could, in fact, live and let go.

Until the structural supports buoying him had been smashed in with yet another sledgehammer. The dawn of more conflict was fast approaching, he could feel it, and what would happen after that- if the sound effects would get worse, more frequent, if the music following him got louder, if something else strange would rocket into his life- Raivis dreaded ( ... )

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