Gone [1/2]
anonymous
February 8 2010, 07:34:33 UTC
Wow so many fills already! Aha, I hope OP doesn't mind a bit of Ger/Ita XP Of course there's HRE/Chibitalia angst in here. I can't guarantee it's heartbreak potential though.
Some nights he wakes, drenched in cold sweat and muttering 'I've forgotten, I've forgotten' under his breath.
Those nights he has no logic, no restraint, no purpose save to find it within his house; an important piece (or maybe not very important at all) disappeared into thin air. He has misplaced it, misplaced it somewhere deep, and he can not believe he has lost something valuable enough to wake him in the middle of the night. Irresponsible, he tells himself. Find it quick. Find it yourself; he has lists to help him, many lists (of business, numbers, groceries, people) but he knows-- knows at his core-- that it is not something he can double check with a fine penciled line under the word (so that was who he'd forgotten to call
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Gone [2/2]
anonymous
February 8 2010, 07:35:44 UTC
He will tidy the attic afterwards: he does not believe in leaving messes. He methodically finds their placement before their disruption. This blanket over that pile, this uniform next to this table, that lamp near that chair, this painting on top of that shelf. Italy that goes here not there
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Re: Gone [2/2]
anonymous
February 8 2010, 17:43:49 UTC
Oh, author-non, this is so lovely. I'm not sure that I get all of it, but that doesn't really matter; the overall effect is still beautiful and a little haunting. Great job.
Re: Gone [2/2]
anonymous
February 8 2010, 17:51:28 UTC
This is beautiful and so so sad. You were able to convey so much just by hinting at things, creating the whole bittersweet feeling of loss within a few paragraphs. I don't know about OP, but I'm crying right now. Of course, it doesn't help that I was watching the videos with the songs Kyoumei (Kuukyo no Ishi) and Fuyuu yume about HRE/Chibitalia just before reading this (or rather, it helps to make it more heartbreaking...)
Some nights he wakes, drenched in cold sweat and muttering 'I've forgotten, I've forgotten' under his breath.
Those nights he has no logic, no restraint, no purpose save to find it within his house; an important piece (or maybe not very important at all) disappeared into thin air. He has misplaced it, misplaced it somewhere deep, and he can not believe he has lost something valuable enough to wake him in the middle of the night. Irresponsible, he tells himself. Find it quick. Find it yourself; he has lists to help him, many lists (of business, numbers, groceries, people) but he knows-- knows at his core-- that it is not something he can double check with a fine penciled line under the word (so that was who he'd forgotten to call ( ... )
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Captcha: tips interpreted. I wish Germany would interpret his tips, Captcha. *sighs*
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Oh, Germany~ You poor thing! This was really lovely. ♥
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