a tame episode for a wild beast
To the two greatest things to happen to me in the present. Y'all really don't know. Maybe I shouldn't say the greatest things but truthfully, I'd be the saddest sap in my situation in Atlanta without lady_quark for introducing me to the world and myself.
for lady_quark and there wasn't even a reason.
a. Rubén de la Red - Butterflies in your heart
PG - I tried my best, really I did. But I'm afraid. This is for you and the man who'll always be a merengue, when you return.
It is fluttering, your heart or maybe the butterflies in it, faster and faster, like an almost panic. You know this feeling and you have beaten it before, overcome it numerous times, but this time, it's beating you. Every hit is like the waves that crashed against the side of the boats you sail, choppy and uneven like the singing of the Bernabéu, irregular like your pulse.
And then, black. Everything is black.
It's fuzzy but light is coming back, seeping into your lost vision. First, a face before you. There must be cotton in your ears because you can't hear what he is saying. Then, you can feel the grass, though it feels like needles against your arms and knees.
"He's awake. Rubén, we need you to say something." You open your mouth to tell him about the butterflies but nothing comes out the first time or the second time. Finally, you get out something about your heart and he starts chattering with the other physios. You look up at the people around you and Raúl won't look you in the eye.
Your heart has sprouted its own wings but gained a weight. Lead pulls your insides down and you know, know, that things are about to change.
These all numbered are for july_v, and I don't need a reason. I listened to music to get these out and right for you but, as if in a pattern, I'm afraid that I didn't succeed. I want to thank you. You've made me confident, maybe in make believe abilities but in me, that's for sure.
1. Miguel Torres/Fernando Gago - I'm free for circumnavigation
PG - You asked for it. My first time writing Pintita. (a)
Fernando wasn't exactly like everyone else, which is probably why Miguel was drawn to him. He had his strange qualities and his Spanish was fluid and distant like his home nation. He smiled and it may have been a little lopsided sometimes when he was really happy but it's not like Miguel minded. In fact, he welcomed the silly way Fernando would flaunt about his place like he damn near owned everything or the way he'd dance from side to side as he cooked dinner - more like burned, Miguel decided, not that he was the best chef - to make up for the last time.
Fernando was a pleasant quirk, very enjoyable in himself.
So, taking him out to places like the cafe and the local bar, to show him off to the world, the ones who only think them footballers, only think them teammates, was hardly a worry for Miguel in the slightest.
2. Gonzalo Higuaín/Ezequiel Garay - I hope you don't mind
PG - Ah, isn't this what we always come back to? I don't mind. I love it. (Can you tell?) (b)Ezequiel looked at the ceiling as they laid across his bed, a hand behind his head and the other just a moment's twitch from Gonzalo's own. They had found themselves here before, comfortable physically and finally, after too much time, mentally. He wasn't seeing the ceiling anymore, only his thoughts coming to fruition, only his thoughts of Gonzalo that filled his head. He could hear Gonzalo's breathing and his quiet, almost silent, humming of that song, "The Climb". He smiled at the thought of having that on his iPod because Gonzalo had put it on there - however, he didn't enjoy Miley's voice.
Turning over to his side, Ezequiel closed his eyes and took a deep breath in. The next thing he felt was a pair of lips on his. A hand on his cheek followed. It wasn't by any means the first kiss they had shared nor the first kiss of theirs on his bed, sober, but this time was the first time he actually felt something. It wasn't a comfort mechanism, just... a kiss but even still, more than that. His stomach disappeared and he opened his eyes, looking at the warm, almost worried eyes of Gonzalo as he returned the gaze and pulled away.
"I like you, Eze," he smiled, so natural and Gonzalo, if not a bit red, too.
Grinning, and still a bit stuck, Ezequiel nodded. "I like you, too, Gonza."
3. Rubén de la Red/Esteban Granero - Maybe you think I need to learn maturity (c)
PG - I've seen a lot of these around but I remember that I got the request before those popped up. (Forgive me!)"I'm Rubén," he said, holding out his hand to the younger man. They had played together in the academy, he had the feeling that they did at least, but he still found it polite to introduce himself.
"So I've heard. Esteban." A smile accompanied the name. "Nice to meet you." Rubén smiled in return and made to sit after the other did. They settled into the Bernabeu's seats just as the match went underway.
At least, that's how Rubén remembers it. Watching Esteban on the pitch now, oh such a rare occurrence, he's wavering on that decision but doesn't give up exactly, only wavers.
Three whistles and it is over and, truth be told, Rubén next finds himself opening the door to let a slightly fatigued body into his place but of course after a hug. "That was a good match," he says. Esteban agrees with him as he goes for a glass of water, peeling off his jacket in the living room.
"It could have been better," he says before taking a sip. He walks slowly back to Rubén, thinking of the match he had just played and watching the floor as he went. "Did you watch it here?"
"Yeah." He slips an arm around Esteban's midsection as he gets closer and holds him there as he leans against the door. "But I watched and cheered for you." Well, the whole team, really, like he does every time they play. Rubén places his lips to Esteban's forehead, just below the curling hair, and smiles.
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Notes:
[a] - "Let's Get Clinical" by Maximo Park is where I got the title.
[b] - "Your Song" by Elton John sort of helped along the process.
[c] - "Ready for Love" by India.Arie had everything to do with it but then again, nothing.
[final thought] = the Pepe and Victor will be up some time by my tomorrow but, for now, I'm pooped from a mean day.
for lady_quark and there wasn't even a reason.
a. Rubén de la Red - Butterflies in your heart
PG - I tried my best, really I did. But I'm afraid. This is for you and the man who'll always be a merengue, when you return.
It is fluttering, your heart or maybe the butterflies in it, faster and faster, like an almost panic. You know this feeling and you have beaten it before, overcome it numerous times, but this time, it's beating you. Every hit is like the waves that crashed against the side of the boats you sail, choppy and uneven like the singing of the Bernabéu, irregular like your pulse.
And then, black. Everything is black.
It's fuzzy but light is coming back, seeping into your lost vision. First, a face before you. There must be cotton in your ears because you can't hear what he is saying. Then, you can feel the grass, though it feels like needles against your arms and knees.
"He's awake. Rubén, we need you to say something." You open your mouth to tell him about the butterflies but nothing comes out the first time or the second time. Finally, you get out something about your heart and he starts chattering with the other physios. You look up at the people around you and Raúl won't look you in the eye.
Your heart has sprouted its own wings but gained a weight. Lead pulls your insides down and you know, know, that things are about to change.
These all numbered are for july_v, and I don't need a reason. I listened to music to get these out and right for you but, as if in a pattern, I'm afraid that I didn't succeed. I want to thank you. You've made me confident, maybe in make believe abilities but in me, that's for sure.
1. Miguel Torres/Fernando Gago - I'm free for circumnavigation
PG - You asked for it. My first time writing Pintita. (a)
Fernando wasn't exactly like everyone else, which is probably why Miguel was drawn to him. He had his strange qualities and his Spanish was fluid and distant like his home nation. He smiled and it may have been a little lopsided sometimes when he was really happy but it's not like Miguel minded. In fact, he welcomed the silly way Fernando would flaunt about his place like he damn near owned everything or the way he'd dance from side to side as he cooked dinner - more like burned, Miguel decided, not that he was the best chef - to make up for the last time.
Fernando was a pleasant quirk, very enjoyable in himself.
So, taking him out to places like the cafe and the local bar, to show him off to the world, the ones who only think them footballers, only think them teammates, was hardly a worry for Miguel in the slightest.
2. Gonzalo Higuaín/Ezequiel Garay - I hope you don't mind
PG - Ah, isn't this what we always come back to? I don't mind. I love it. (Can you tell?) (b)Ezequiel looked at the ceiling as they laid across his bed, a hand behind his head and the other just a moment's twitch from Gonzalo's own. They had found themselves here before, comfortable physically and finally, after too much time, mentally. He wasn't seeing the ceiling anymore, only his thoughts coming to fruition, only his thoughts of Gonzalo that filled his head. He could hear Gonzalo's breathing and his quiet, almost silent, humming of that song, "The Climb". He smiled at the thought of having that on his iPod because Gonzalo had put it on there - however, he didn't enjoy Miley's voice.
Turning over to his side, Ezequiel closed his eyes and took a deep breath in. The next thing he felt was a pair of lips on his. A hand on his cheek followed. It wasn't by any means the first kiss they had shared nor the first kiss of theirs on his bed, sober, but this time was the first time he actually felt something. It wasn't a comfort mechanism, just... a kiss but even still, more than that. His stomach disappeared and he opened his eyes, looking at the warm, almost worried eyes of Gonzalo as he returned the gaze and pulled away.
"I like you, Eze," he smiled, so natural and Gonzalo, if not a bit red, too.
Grinning, and still a bit stuck, Ezequiel nodded. "I like you, too, Gonza."
3. Rubén de la Red/Esteban Granero - Maybe you think I need to learn maturity (c)
PG - I've seen a lot of these around but I remember that I got the request before those popped up. (Forgive me!)"I'm Rubén," he said, holding out his hand to the younger man. They had played together in the academy, he had the feeling that they did at least, but he still found it polite to introduce himself.
"So I've heard. Esteban." A smile accompanied the name. "Nice to meet you." Rubén smiled in return and made to sit after the other did. They settled into the Bernabeu's seats just as the match went underway.
At least, that's how Rubén remembers it. Watching Esteban on the pitch now, oh such a rare occurrence, he's wavering on that decision but doesn't give up exactly, only wavers.
Three whistles and it is over and, truth be told, Rubén next finds himself opening the door to let a slightly fatigued body into his place but of course after a hug. "That was a good match," he says. Esteban agrees with him as he goes for a glass of water, peeling off his jacket in the living room.
"It could have been better," he says before taking a sip. He walks slowly back to Rubén, thinking of the match he had just played and watching the floor as he went. "Did you watch it here?"
"Yeah." He slips an arm around Esteban's midsection as he gets closer and holds him there as he leans against the door. "But I watched and cheered for you." Well, the whole team, really, like he does every time they play. Rubén places his lips to Esteban's forehead, just below the curling hair, and smiles.
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Notes:
[a] - "Let's Get Clinical" by Maximo Park is where I got the title.
[b] - "Your Song" by Elton John sort of helped along the process.
[c] - "Ready for Love" by India.Arie had everything to do with it but then again, nothing.
[final thought] = the Pepe and Victor will be up some time by my tomorrow but, for now, I'm pooped from a mean day.