Ave Maria -- [1/3]
anonymous
October 7 2011, 16:41:40 UTC
This is bizarrely similar to the first fill, what with the use of 'Ave Maria' (Hail Mary in Italian). The song Spain is singing at the beginning is an old Spanish folk song.
“De los álamos vengo, madre, de ver cómo los menea el aire...” Tap, tap, and Romano cracked one emerald eye open into the morning light.
“ De los álamos de Savilla, de ver ami linda amiga.” Tap, tap. Romano pressed his palm into his cheek and closed his one open eye, groaning from the back of his throat.
“You’re singing it wrong,” Romano half-grunted across the dimly-lit room. Tap, tap. Spain continued to tap his fingertips along the floorboards and stare out the window, his toes pressed up against the wrought-iron bars that made up what could have been a beautiful balcony. Spain slid a hand into his jean pocket and looked out into the sun. Romano had both eyes open as Spain shifted, his bare back smiling frustratingly at Romano, each muscle perking and moving and shifting beneath his sun-kissed skin. Romano swallowed thickly and closed his eyes
( ... )
Ave Maria -- [2/3]
anonymous
October 7 2011, 16:42:29 UTC
“What time did I fall asleep?” Romano murmured through Spain’s fingers.
“Not sure. Late. Or, rather, early.” Romano’s eyes fell on the gold chain around Spain’s neck, the one that settled so nicely on his collarbone, the chain that fell at an impeccable height with his chest. The cross on the end was perfect, and always looked perfect against that dark pallor. Romano’s breathing increased as Spain hovered beside him; his cheeks grew hot and he threw his arm over his eyes to block the sight of Spain.
Tu sei benedetta fra le donne e benedetto è il frutto del tuo seno, Gesú.
“Roma-“ Spain reached out and pulled Romano’s arm down, successfully pinning it to his side, and the Spaniard was now a few mere centimeters away, hazel-green eyes staring straight into his own.
“...Romano, your lips are moving but you’re not saying anything,” Spain said. Romano bit his lower lip; he hadn’t realized he’d been doing it. “Are you praying?” Romano, eyes wide, shook his head. “You’re lying.” He shook his head again.
Ave Maria -- [3/3]
anonymous
October 7 2011, 16:45:51 UTC
Romano clutched the golden chain around Spain’s neck, as if trying to embed it into Spain’s skin, and couldn’t stop the buck his hips gave as Spain shifted his thigh between his legs.
“I don’t want to be in this room anymore,” Spain whispered.
Santa Maria, Madre di Dio.
“I want to show you how much I love you, Romano.” Romano froze for a second, his forehead beading with sweat, his lower lip gently pressed against Spain’s shoulder. He stared at a knot in the wood and wondered just how old this house was, as Spain tightened the warm grip he had on Romano.
“Don’t say that,” Romano murmured.
“Roma-“
“I said, don’t s-say that.” Romano gripped the necklace in his left hand, stringing it through his fingers until the cross settled in his palm. Spain coughed a bit as the chain dug into the side of his neck.
Re: Ave Maria -- [3/3]
anonymous
October 7 2011, 17:19:53 UTC
Ohhh, anon, this makes my chest ache. Having been raised Catholic myself, it really struck me hard. In a strange way, I think Romano + religious angst is a kink of mine. So is Romano liking it rough, but that's something different entirely... In any case, this is really, really lovely, anon.
Omg. Just, omg. I love you. SO. MUCH. BEAUTIFUL FILL IS BEAUTIFUL. You've made me so happy. ASKDHLAKSJDLS SOOO HAPPYYYYYY :LAKjiksfjslkdfn askafn like, i have no words. this is so wonderful. I love the cross. I love the prayers(?) used, and just oooomggggg You wrote such a beautiful romano. sooooo...asdkjan >//< Marry me, you marvelous anon you??
“De los álamos vengo, madre, de ver cómo los menea el aire...” Tap, tap, and Romano cracked one emerald eye open into the morning light.
“ De los álamos de Savilla, de ver ami linda amiga.” Tap, tap. Romano pressed his palm into his cheek and closed his one open eye, groaning from the back of his throat.
“You’re singing it wrong,” Romano half-grunted across the dimly-lit room. Tap, tap. Spain continued to tap his fingertips along the floorboards and stare out the window, his toes pressed up against the wrought-iron bars that made up what could have been a beautiful balcony. Spain slid a hand into his jean pocket and looked out into the sun. Romano had both eyes open as Spain shifted, his bare back smiling frustratingly at Romano, each muscle perking and moving and shifting beneath his sun-kissed skin. Romano swallowed thickly and closed his eyes ( ... )
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“Not sure. Late. Or, rather, early.” Romano’s eyes fell on the gold chain around Spain’s neck, the one that settled so nicely on his collarbone, the chain that fell at an impeccable height with his chest. The cross on the end was perfect, and always looked perfect against that dark pallor. Romano’s breathing increased as Spain hovered beside him; his cheeks grew hot and he threw his arm over his eyes to block the sight of Spain.
Tu sei benedetta fra le donne e benedetto è il frutto del tuo seno, Gesú.
“Roma-“ Spain reached out and pulled Romano’s arm down, successfully pinning it to his side, and the Spaniard was now a few mere centimeters away, hazel-green eyes staring straight into his own.
“...Romano, your lips are moving but you’re not saying anything,” Spain said. Romano bit his lower lip; he hadn’t realized he’d been doing it. “Are you praying?” Romano, eyes wide, shook his head. “You’re lying.” He shook his head again.
Santa Maria, Madre di Dio, ( ... )
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“I don’t want to be in this room anymore,” Spain whispered.
Santa Maria, Madre di Dio.
“I want to show you how much I love you, Romano.” Romano froze for a second, his forehead beading with sweat, his lower lip gently pressed against Spain’s shoulder. He stared at a knot in the wood and wondered just how old this house was, as Spain tightened the warm grip he had on Romano.
“Don’t say that,” Romano murmured.
“Roma-“
“I said, don’t s-say that.” Romano gripped the necklace in his left hand, stringing it through his fingers until the cross settled in his palm. Spain coughed a bit as the chain dug into the side of his neck.
Romano was shaking.
“Romano-“
“Stai zitto,” Romano responded ( ... )
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I love you. SO. MUCH.
BEAUTIFUL FILL IS BEAUTIFUL.
You've made me so happy. ASKDHLAKSJDLS
SOOO HAPPYYYYYY
:LAKjiksfjslkdfn
askafn
like, i have no words.
this is so wonderful.
I love the cross.
I love the prayers(?) used, and just oooomggggg
You wrote such a beautiful romano.
sooooo...asdkjan
>//<
Marry me, you marvelous anon you??
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