Catch and Release
Who: Wilm, Raivis and Fabio~*~ (featuring special guest: A Hapless Civilian's Briefcase)
When: July 19th, late afternoon
Where: On the streets that have no name (en route to the Lakeside apartments)
What: One innocent (to a degree) statement begins the battle of the century (more or less). Are you Team Fabio- or are you Team Edward Wilm?
In.
Out.
In.
Out.
Breathe in.
Breathe out.
Another breath in, another breath let out. It was such a simple, basic action but the pleasure of being able to do just that of his own violation was relaxing enough to still his not-so-latent homicidal urges. Which- whenever he did try to at least reprimand- seemed to transform into something entirely inappropriate (albeit satisfying in its own way). Raivis had taken to shoving his hands into his pockets when not preoccupied with work, keeping them still lest he dramatically reach for the glistening epitome of Man trailing behind him like a Tall, Dark and Handsome shadow.
The tragedy here was that Raivis couldn't command him to Sit, Stay and leave him the hell alone for a few hours (any attempts automatically twisted into something like 'How could I ever be angry with you? I... I-I love you so much'). It had been yet another day unsuccessful at keeping fully aware during business hours and blearily opening his eyes minutes later to find Ivan seething and Fabio adoringly stroking his embarrassment seared cheek.
Much as he was now while Raivis found one arm disobediently wrapping itself around a large bared bicep (Fabio had a peculiar tic for ripping shirts open- usually his own, occasionally Raivis's).
"For dinner tonight, my love, we will dine on roasted pheasant and quail eggs, watercress sandwiches and a crisp, fresh Greek salad. Is that to your liking?"
"It's-" Breathe in. "Wonderful, Fabio. How did you know that was exactly what I wanted? You're so....amazing. Mysterious. Thrilling." Breathe out. Dimly he wondered if there was a means of darting into traffic that would end with a few broken bones at most.
"As are you, my Galant Heart-"
An admittedly sweet endearment-
"--your flawless lips, your tender eyes. Mesmerizing. Every night I hold you in my arms is a dream I never wish to awaken from."
-Raivis wished he could reciprocate after a day's rest and some serious communing with the most masculine activities he could endure. His pride was nearly as pained as his- "Edward?"
Fabio stopped, cause and effect forcing his reluctant companion to do likewise, turning an unsure gaze (lashes fluttering, unfortunately) up at the malfunctioning 'hero'. "Who is this 'Edward', Galant?"
His response was meant to be chaste. Innocent. 'A character in a book'. No more, no less. He opened his mouth to say it and said, quite blithely, "A man I knew once, in an intimate situation."
There was enough time to realize the error before he registered Fabio sprinting across the intersection toward a very unlucky stranger.