Comments | lolocracy: I'll Be Your Stumbleine

amar_dulce_vin in lolocracy

I'll Be Your Stumbleine

May 08, 2011 06:18

WHO: Ion and his Emami
WHEN: Stupid o’clock on Sunday mornin’, May 8th
WHERE: Apartment 4D
WHAT: WAFF and you will like it.

( Come around Ruby, I could never sleep alone. )

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salylimon May 8 2011, 10:43:09 UTC

Emi hadn't meant to lay back down after unlocking her door. But drowsiness had overcome her the moment she had trudged back inside her room, tempting her to curl up on top of the bed once more with the assumption that she'd wake the moment she heard Ion come inside ( ... )

amar_dulce_vin May 8 2011, 11:05:15 UTC

“Nu, nu-am fine,” he murmured, sounding more as if he was trying to convince himself that it was the truth than actually believing it was. The moment he’d settled on the mattress, he felt as though he’d gone limp and boneless and entirely lacking the willpower to exert any sort of movement, like his limbs were made of lead. He pressed a little closer to Emi, trying to siphon away a little of that vitality for himself.

“I just wanted…”

Something she couldn’t give him. That was fine; her presence was more like a confirmation that he hadn’t just dreamed Loto up one night in a particularly bad delusion. Ion wondered, briefly, how long the mourning period was for someone who had just left and not died. He had tried to rationalize it out, verifying all the logistics and facts-it just left him feeling lonelier than before. Facts were cold, hard, and oftentimes unflinchingly cruel. Maybe there was something to be said for those irrational, emotional people. Surely they felt a bit more…fulfilled ( ... )

salylimon May 8 2011, 20:39:16 UTC

"It's late, I really don't think coherency matters right now," there was a hint of a teasing tone beneath her sleepy murmur as she sat up fully. Bit by bit, she was waking up, becoming more aware of her surroundings as her eyes slowly grew accustomed to the darkness enveloping her room at the moment ( ... )

amar_dulce_vin May 10 2011, 10:49:42 UTC

“Vra…cannot say is specific thing but I am just…frustrate,” he relaxed beneath her touch, tension slowly leaving his rigid spine and leaking away. “Is like I do nothing right ever. And I am frustrate.”

Perhaps most frustrating was the inability to properly illustrate the situation for her, because his English was subpar at best and he couldn’t make the words do what he wanted them to with such an unpoetic and inflexible language. Maybe that was adding to the stress he felt recently; he was constantly forced into communicating with a language he felt uncomfortable in, the Russian spoken at home only minimally better.

Hell, he couldn’t even get Nicoleta to talk to him anymore unless it was in English.

You didn’t need English in the backwoods of rural Moldova; he’d received a year of training in it (barely rudimentary) from his school in Chisinau and then he was shipped off to this city to learn more about it, almost entirely cut off from being able to talk to anyone. When he was honest, the only one who didn’t seem bothered by his ( ... )

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