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[freefallskyline]

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the B-sides: five times david silva thinks david villa will come clean to his wife (1/2)

[freefallskyline]

I have to split this into two parts because it's still too many characters. lol... My saddest and hardest life. REPOSTING BECAUSE I AM AN IDIOT AND I FORGOT ITALICS.

1. The first time they kiss. Silva doesn't like the words "first" and "kiss" in close succession; "first kiss," like that. It makes him feel childish and juvenile and like a teenager (nothing that David doesn't incite in him, anyway), nothing he particularly wishes to recall.

It happens in a rush and Silva isn't sure of how, exactly, and neither is he sure of how David feels or even of how he feels, himself. He watches David closely, after, and there is a flicker of something Silva cannot place, until he realises that there is the same hunted, skulking guilt on his own reflection in the mirror. So that's it, he thinks. It will be all over the papers, maybe not tomorrow, but surely by the end of the week

the B-sides: five times david silva thinks david villa will come clean to his wife (2/2)

[freefallskyline]

4. The first time Silva visits David at home. All these years, and he's never been; but, David says, this time, it's a celebration.

Olaya is almost three months old when David hands him the invitation - thick, creamy paper, addressed in beautiful calligraphy. "Patricia insisted." David shrugs. Silva has a fleeting urge to rip the card into pieces.

It's a disaster from the start, if you can measure disaster through emotional damage sustained: David opening the door, holding Zaida's hand; Patricia coming to say hello, Olaya in her arms; Zaida asking Silva for a hug; a family portrait on the wall with Olaya already in it. Silva grips his champagne flute so tightly that his knuckles turn white, so tightly that David leans in and mutters, "Don't break the glass."

Silva laughs, harsh, until he realises that David isn't joking. "Sorry." He clears his throat, smiles at Patricia and the (oh God) children. "Excuse

Re: the B-sides: five times david silva thinks david villa will come clean to his wife (2/2)

[envoler]

The first time they kiss. Silva doesn't like the words "first" and "kiss" in close succession; "first kiss," like that. It makes him feel childish and juvenile and like a teenager (nothing that David doesn't incite in him, anyway), nothing he particularly wishes to recall.

"But," and David finds Silva's collarbone, talks wetly around it, "I don't want to say goodbye." It's a concession, the most Silva has ever gotten, ever, and he doesn't even want it, he just wants - well, he just wants, though it's not pure and it's not simple. Selfish, there it is again; a word Silva hates because it encompasses him and he cannot escape it.

I LOVE THIS SO MUCH VIVA :( i remember you showing me the part where villa gives silva the invitation :( i still want this whines.