Roses Are Red, Violets Are Blue... 6/?
anonymous
January 24 2012, 20:30:57 UTC
Sorry it's been so long! *kicks self* I won't let that happen again...Sighing heavily, Roderich stopped, and gazed up towards the third-floor flat that Francis Bonnefoy and Antonio Fernandez Carriedo shared. All of the lights were on, and even from over the road he could hear thunderously loud music (if it could even be called that) thumping its way to the core of the earth before vibrating back upwards, making the pavement tremble beneath his feet
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Roses Are Red, Violets Are Blue... 6/?
anonymous
January 24 2012, 20:33:30 UTC
Briefly, he considered going to the kitchen to find Ludwig and Feliciano - but then he remembered how Ludwig behaved when he drank, and decided against it. For the first time in his life, he wished that he smoked, so he would have a reason for being sat outside alone when Elizabeta turned up
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Roses Are Red, Violets Are Blue... 6/?
anonymous
January 24 2012, 20:35:57 UTC
Gilbert snorted into Roderich’s shoulder.
“Classy,” said Roderich, “really classy Gilbert.”
Gilbert just laughed, grabbing Roderich’s shoulders in an effort to stand upright.
“They looked to be in a hurry to leave,” said Roderich, and, in a sudden and unexpected fit of irritation, added, “Why’s that? Couldn’t get it up?”
Gilbert stopped laughing, and instead glared down at him with watery and unfocused red eyes. He made a puffing noise of disbelief. “Huh! What would you know about that, Miss Priss?”
“Oh, shut up.”
“They couldn’t keep up with m’ legendary prowess,” Gilbert slurred, leaning even more heavily onto Roderich. “Shame.” He began to leer. “’S more fun with three. You and your little girly friend ever get bored in the bedroom, you come ’n see me. I’ll sort you out, Roddy.” He winked, closed his eyes, and flopped his head onto Roderich’s shoulder. “Where is she anyway? Need t’ talk to her -”
Hot annoyance flared within Roderich’s chest and stomach - and he let go of Gilbert, who fell to the floor with a satisfying crash“
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Roses Are Red, Violets Are Blue... 6/?
anonymous
January 24 2012, 20:38:17 UTC
A cool breeze picked up a few old sheets of newspaper and an empty plastic bottle on the road. They rattled and whispered along the tarmac, hopping over discarded cigarette butts and fat grey splodges of chewing gum before catching and tangling on the wheel of a red car parked beneath a streetlamp across the road. Elizabeta’s hair blew sideways briefly, lifting and brushing against Roderich’s shoulder and neck
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Roses Are Red, Violets Are Blue... 6/?
anonymous
January 24 2012, 20:39:13 UTC
Elizabeta’s lips moved, soundlessly - and then her eyes closed, just for a second or two - and then she said, “I - I like you. I really like you. I’ve been with guys before who I’ve just...randomly met on a night out, and...but...I’ve never really met someone like I met you...who I liked...like I like...you -” her hands flew up to cover her face. “Oh, shit, I sound just like my friend, all the ‘likes’, and...fuck.” She laughed into her palms
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Aha, of course you would update when I'm busy procrastinating on a uni essay. Anyway, GOD. It's like you're writing this just for me. I mean, in a way, you sort of are, but... I mean on a personal level. I empathise with Roderich a lot and I think you capture that gritty real-life university atmosphere amazingly.
And this sounds mean but I can't wait for them to break up because oh ho ho Gilbert.
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“Classy,” said Roderich, “really classy Gilbert.”
Gilbert just laughed, grabbing Roderich’s shoulders in an effort to stand upright.
“They looked to be in a hurry to leave,” said Roderich, and, in a sudden and unexpected fit of irritation, added, “Why’s that? Couldn’t get it up?”
Gilbert stopped laughing, and instead glared down at him with watery and unfocused red eyes. He made a puffing noise of disbelief. “Huh! What would you know about that, Miss Priss?”
“Oh, shut up.”
“They couldn’t keep up with m’ legendary prowess,” Gilbert slurred, leaning even more heavily onto Roderich. “Shame.” He began to leer. “’S more fun with three. You and your little girly friend ever get bored in the bedroom, you come ’n see me. I’ll sort you out, Roddy.” He winked, closed his eyes, and flopped his head onto Roderich’s shoulder. “Where is she anyway? Need t’ talk to her -”
Hot annoyance flared within Roderich’s chest and stomach - and he let go of Gilbert, who fell to the floor with a satisfying crash“ ( ... )
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And this sounds mean but I can't wait for them to break up because oh ho ho Gilbert.
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I LOVE
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