[Active || Open] But things will never go back to how we were...

[italian_shrieks]

Characters: Lovino, Open
Location: By the lake
Time: Backdated to the afternoon of his and Matt's breakup. (Tuesday 10th if you need ta know)
Content: Sulky teenaged angst.
Format: Cool with whatev bro \o
Warnings: Lovino's mouth.

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[axis_of_pasta]

Feliciano was going around, trying to find a good place to take reference photos later if he needed them, when he spotted Lovino. He wasn't close enough to try and figure it out through empathy, but anyone (at least, anyone who was his twin) could tell he was upset about something. So, without even asking, Feliciano hurried over and hugged his brother tightly.

[italian_shrieks]

He started when Feliciano hugged him, only just managing to shove the letter back into his coat. It was obvious that there was something really wrong, seeing how the elder made no move to shove the younger away. Instead, Lovino leaned into the hug, holding onto one of Feliciano's arms with his own.

The silence was nice, but he knew that while his Feliciano could pick up on his moods, (guilt/sadness/anger-hewasminefirstwhydidIhavetogivehimup?/confusion/relief) he wouldn't know he thoughts. So, swallowing down the ball of tears that seemed to have developed in his throat, he leaned in closer before murmuring, "I broke up with Mattia"

[axis_of_pasta]

Feliciano didn't respond. What could he say that actually would mean something? He just hugged Lovino tighter, fighting back tears. "Oh, Lovi." And after Lovino had come out for him and everything.

[italian_shrieks]

The loose grip Lovino had on his brother's arm tightened, the boy burying his face against Feliciano's chest. His shoulder's started to shake, Lovino biting his lip to keep his tears silent. "It-It's b-better like th... this."

[abrupt_deceiver]

Aizen was sitting by the lake with a small picnic blanket and a book. He had been looking for a few moments to have to himself for a while, and what better way to relax than outside on a nice day with a good book?

Just as he was being drawn out of one chapter and into another he noticed that he wasn't the only one at the lake. He wondered when that changed. Still he couldn't help but notice that Lovino did not appear to be in the greatest mood. Maybe it would be best to leave?

"Ah, excuse me?" Aizen asked with a little bit of caution. "Sorry, but I hope my being here is not bothering you. I have no objections to moving if you would like some time alone."

[italian_shrieks]

Lovino jerked at the sound of Aizen's voice, shoulders tensing as he shoved the letter back inside his jacket. Wiping, or rather, scrubbing at his cheeks he managed a frown, before pulling his coat tight, hiding half his face in it.

"It's fine. Don't care."

[abrupt_deceiver]

Aizen was almost taken aback by Lovino's brash response. For a few seconds his expression was one of complete shock, but reverted back to his normal smile quickly. After all Lovino was very upset, and Aizen had startled him.

"Sorry." Aizen turned back to his book. "Although I do not recall having seen you before. Are you new?"

[italian_shrieks]

Staring at the ground, Lovino frowned, the expression half hidden by his jacket. He didn't want anyone talking to him, in fact he had chosen to come out here on the assumption no one would be out here. But he recognised the man as one of the teachers, and while he could be rather rude to others, Nonno had drilled into him that he should respect his elders. And usually, he did. To a degree.

"No," he finally said, shifting. "I've been here since... September."