Raiting : Orange
Genre: Slash, yoai
Pairing: Francesco x Ethienne
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Chapter 2
Ethienne - Afternoons extemporaneous
There are afternoons - evenings like this, where the rain never seems to end and the library is filled with light gray - in which I find myself considering how far we have come in these three years.
how much fear we have passed together.
Fear of suffering. The fear of being sick. The fear of choking. The fear of betrayal. The fear of the distance. Fear of disease. Fear of dreams. The fear of happiness. The fear of life. The fear of ourselves.
are only photographs, instantaneous moments when the world has taken a different direction, and every time I find myself amazed to see how everything this is extraordinary, Francis.
As you are extraordinary.
not you've ever noticed, but then how could you? You are so lenient with yourself.
And it's not false modesty, is your very special form of altruism, which brings you to give more and more. Are you a world free of gravitational attraction and the laws of physics, an 'all-new invention. Understanding how it works has not been easy, but slowly I managed to get at least close.
Maybe that's why sometimes I'm still afraid to see you go.
Like this morning when I hugged you. You hold me tight so strong that the outside world ceased to exist, I thought for one minute that could be you and me, and that's it.
Without the urban chaos outside - without the motor running and the machinery behind the exhaust pipes, without the zebra trapped on the streets and the people who trample with heels, moccasins, children's shoes, wheels pushchairs, soles worn.
Could be you and me. Living in restricted circle of an embrace with the dissonances and heart to nourish the soul to wash each time.
But then our mutual existences they called us we went to live in the dimensions of our customary chaos. And now, despite being passed only a few hours, I can feel the absence of your smile.
Or maybe not, nor is it your smile. It 's the soft line of your cheekbones, the gentleness with which it digs in your cheek - the fluidity with which change according to your moods.
And then there Regular treatment of the neck, the gentle curve of the Adam's apple.
A set of irregular details.
- Ethienne, soon come the children.
Linda's voice takes me back to the current reality. For now. Strange how the splitting of the time, no?
Now a word is saturated with relativity. Like all the rest.
Linda looks at me from behind round glasses owl.
It 'pretty, her. He has his hair like the boys, skirts and door of colored cloth that revolve around his legs with every step. Do you like - but you do not count, you love people too much to give an objective opinion about the individual.
- Yes, yes, sorry. Today I have a little 'head in the clouds.
And now Linda is that smile. What reserves the children when they touch the heart, swollen with love, as if the feelings pulsars against his lips and he could not hold it in any way. It 's a sweet smile from Mom.
mother of a child that there is, its concave belly bears the marks of a difficult past.
- Think Francesco eh?
you know everything, but no prejudices, and not one of those people who hide behind the frivolous excesses. Just treat us as human beings we are, with the same air of imperturbable good.
Who knows what's under the guise of Linda. If it is the emptiness of his bones protruding to have them dug so deep eyes, for having stolen the light.
- Mh mh. This morning was very sweet. - That's all I can say. Hate summarized in adjectives, do not make enough.
- Well, it's not in love with your handsome prince? - She says, raising his arm to place a book on the shelf - I mean. Do not think I've ever seen anyone with eyes in my entire life.
The mention fairy makes me smile, perhaps beneath the ashes of a bad story can still grow something. But there is one point on which I dwell, you know, I hate to force people to open up with me. So the question arises:
- What eyes?
And the book stops in midair, while the expression a bit 'surprised Linda meets mine.
- Come on, you tell me that you never noticed? - I said smiling.
- Case to what? - I reply, trying not to tangle in the game of words.
She laughs and shakes his head falls off the ladder and bangs his hands, one against each other, to free them from the accumulated dust.
- I look like I'm the sun, Ethienne. As if you depended on the movement of entire universe.
I can not help smiling.
Because you love me I know, but hear it from others is always a bit swollen 'my little, silly vanity. Slide in a second of pure glory that I feel truly the center of the universe, before the shouting of the children I bring back to reality.
The teacher Anna comes out of breath after taking twenty-two wild beasts. All with their blue apron, ready to destroy what little order that Linda and I we were able to recreate.
Anna joins Linda, with her hands on her hips and his face worn.
- They could not wait to come here today. - Claims, before turning and smiling to me.
I spare, then I turn to my small audience.
Their eyes follow a scale of gradation shades vast irregular.
Staring at me and expect me to offer them something, a reading, a drawing, a poem. Whatever.
- Why do not we play a game? - Ask them, sitting down on a plastic yellow chairs child size - Take a chair and let us all in a circle, come on.
obey me in the grip of some kind of form of reverence, perhaps because they see me closer to them, because they are too far away from the body of mature teacher Anna and incomprehensible sadness of Linda.
- Very good ... now I start to tell a story. Then when I interrupt you continue, and then you, and so on, until we reach the end. Does not have to travel around in a circle eh. Linda writes the story so then reread all together.
I see their eyes light up and then short-circuit, such as Christmas tree lights. And so, dressed in their serenity, I start to tell.
- There was once a prince who had never seen snow ...
Francis shook his hand trying to dissipate the smoke coming out of the oven.
coughed a few times, but with a 'hopeless task trying to save what remained of the cake when it threw on the table instead of the wonderful donut that there should have been there * a strange cluster scorched in several places, however, that smelled so unpleasant.
looked Ethienne, who sat across the kitchen, looking very spirited.
- I'm sorry - he murmured in a low voice, unable to restrain dall'arrossire - I've never been good at cooking.
A Ethienne did not matter much, really. Not even he could cook, was limited to occasionally open a can of tuna salad or a bag ready, the food of divine providence. At that moment, then it was more stunned by the sight of the red cheeks of Francis from the rest.
He had never understood that behind the polite guy actually there was also a devastating timidity: and now that I discovered, slowly, it seemed each day more beautiful.
Even with his nose dirty with flour and her hair behind her head, scowling as he stared at the cake came out wrong.
- Never mind - said Ethienne happy, standing. - Indeed, I have an idea. Why do not we take a pizza and a bowl of ice cream? Not even equipment.
Francis glanced out the window, the sky was so white it hurts the eyes, left bode well.
- I think it will rain soon. - Said in a low voice.
- Take an umbrella! - Rang the cheerful boy, standing up. Francis turned to look at and had all their ingenuity typical of childhood: you noticed in every step, every move he did.
- Better not. We take the car.
At that point, his eyes glow Ethienne issued a vaguely left, as he slipped the jacket asked treason
- You make me drive?
How could Francis say no? On the other hand we had the pink sheet. It certainly was not a qualified driving instructor, but could not get that bad right?
This gave him the keys. His heart was startled when he saw the boy's face filled with joy.
It was a fun afternoon.
Ethienne proved to be a bad driver, and preferred to return to lead Francis, who had gone on to take only two pizzas and a bowl of ice cream, came home with three shopping bags saturated crap to fill the refrigerator.
Francis normally would be considered too large for this kind of things would look from a distance with reluctance, calling her a fool if you let peer carried by many futility.
Ethienne But the world changed flavor. The views were exchanged, and everything was simpler, with him did not feel the need to justify if it was himself.
They sat in front of two pizzas in the oven heated to perfection.
Ethienne wanted to drink beer, but because of his minority Francis propina a Coca-Cola, having fun, sipping a Heineken in front of his eyes.
Outside, meanwhile, had begun to rain.
- What do you miss France? - Francis had asked suddenly.
The youngest was placed near the fork to the plate, and had paused to think about it.
- Snow. - Had said then.
- Snow?
- Yes. Here in Italy ... and it rarely snows here in Rome ever, at least according to what I said Theo. Instead, in Paris when it was still snowing in the winter. It was a show, you know?
was the first time that Francis saw his eyes fill with sadness, that he missed so much, his house?
- I do not know. Theo was right, I do not remember ever having seen snow here in Rome. Unless some random bogey once in a while. There was a huge snowstorm when I was a kid, but I was too young to remember.
Then Ethienne watched with both raised eyebrows;
- Are you saying you've never seen snow?!
Francis blushed again, wiping his mouth with his napkin. She shook her head awkwardly.
- No. I've never even been in the mountains.
For a moment, Ethienne stood looking at him. Then he smiled, saying nothing.
With a face vaguely stupid, that he does not know whether to attribute to compassion or tenderness.
- Look, you need not look at me that way. It is not my fault that we have in Rome near the seaside resorts! My parents had a house in Ostia and we went on vacation there every year, even at Christmas. And it's not so unusual, and ...
- Turn around.
Frank raised an eyebrow, but Ethienne looked confident.
- Turn around. - Repeated, seraphic.
When the boy turned to the window, stared in amazement. Black fell from the sky what looked like huge grains of sugar.
His heart shook with emotion as he watched Rome around him filled with snow. Quickly as it had never happened.
Francis found himself thinking it was a miracle. A true miracle.
Only when he felt the arms of Ethienne girding him gently life and his chin resting on his shoulder, he realized that his miracle we had near daily.
- ... and the Black Knight then jumped off the horse and the princess cut off his head!
- But the princess his head turned away because it was magical, and the good fairy turned the black knight in a cow!
Clap your hands trying to stop the flow of imaginative children. They turned and looked, with their faces and red cheeks excited emotion.
For a moment I envy them, I would go back to that age. Or maybe not, because back at that Jared would relive over and meet you later, too late.
A breath of cool air caresses my back, when the door closes behind me accompanied by the trill of harp. I feel my cheeks go to fire.
you, love?
- Okay, we've created a beautiful story! Now for the next time each of you draw a scene from the story, the teacher Anna will tell you how. Let's take a bell'urlo all together?
My suggestion is warmly welcomed, and so I cling to the children and we all run together toward the center of the circle with a nice scream. Then the little figures in blue disperse to go back their portfolios in the classroom.
And when I finally see you around.
You have two inverted crescents instead of eyes, smile and look at me, standing in the doorway.
The tips of your hair is darkened by the rain, as well as the shoulders of your raincoat and your pants should also be sunk in any puddle.
Still the same smile, quiet. Is it because you love the rain.
I turn around and seeking the consent of Linda, I liquid with one hand and a smile smart, there's no child that could make "yuck " in front of a kiss, I'm free to meet each other and hold you tight as I want.
You've got the smell of rain.
your cheek against my cold triggers a thrill that slides along the back, I want to bite like a fruit.
- Love, you have time! - It's stupid that the only comment I would make. You support the briefcase next to you, taking off his raincoat.
- Mh mh, the boss let me go first. He says he is very satisfied with the catalogs that we are doing in the lab, and that if we continue like we will soon have some free days.
satisfied smile, rubbing his hands together to warm them. You have your fingers red with cold.
Your hands are so delicate that the risk of ruining all the time. I take in my breath over there and warm them for a while ': your answer is a kiss on the forehead, the nose rubbing against my hair. Like a cat.
- It would be great. Maybe we go somewhere, what do you say?
- It would not hurt. I have to see if I can even get away from the Academy, though.
Ah, yeah. The Academy.
My main source of concern. I will also open-minded, yes, but you know that you are jealous as hell. And I do not care if those are artists and they see only your body as an object, or if you do to make ends meet and pay the rent and now I'm here and you're mine and that's it.
But this I can not tell you, I let the beast of jealousy stirred within me.
takes my hands and puts on a kiss, erasing any fear.
Love can not be your most beautiful face.
You are the prelude to every artist, the ecstasy of the first brush stroke on the white canvas, is on your profile that runs the light, is your smile that comes the Stendhal syndrome **. You're something too beautiful, too devastating to be included A total of consciousness and fulfillment.
- Linda, I can kidnap him?
You turn to Linda, who now fills the files sitting on your desk.
She looks up and sees us. And I can think of that song by Baptists, one that makes Balla, Linda, as you are beautiful ...
It is a pity that Linda is not dancing. It 's a shame that Linda is not alive, that his gracious presence here, has been forgotten by selfishness of two lovers. Almost sorry.
Do you understand it and you turn to her asking her permission - making her feel important.
And she takes off her glasses and rubs his eyes, before nodding his face weary but good-natured;
- Sure, sure. In fact, you are still here?!
gives his consent, and we run away, careful not to get wet, even if your umbrella is too small and not well protected even you, imagine if two of us.
The door of the car tells me that I came away, from here on will be solo una guerra coi semafori, che io combatterò al coperto, con te vicino.
Appoggi la mano sul cambio e metti in moto; io mi prendo il lusso di stringerti il polso, così, solo per avere ancora un po’ di contatto con te.
- Ha chiamato Lele, prima.
Sei concentrato sulla strada; segui il percorso prestabilito attento a non uscire dalle righe. Una volta o l’altra però dovremmo fare una corsa, io e te.
Non in una strada asfaltata, in un qualche campo di grano e fiori. Una corsa a piedi nudi challenging ourselves, and then read a book in the shade of a tree. So, to get out of the ordinary - to depart the disturbing mechanisms citizens.
I know it should not be done, but I lean to give you a kiss on the cheek. You turn your head just enough to divert the lips, and then forced me again to go back to my place.
- What did he say? - I find myself wondering. Because words are the only thing that prevents me at this moment to kiss you again, again and again.
hijack out of traffic and bring in our parallel universe.
And I understand that it is the same for you the way you bite your lips - the one where you hold your hand on the wheel.
- He asked if we want to go to dinner with him and Theo tonight. He said he plans to cook English dishes and do not know what it wants to try at all.
- If it's for a meal goes well. Just do not plan to kidnap you to make the model for his drawings!
Smile. This bit of jealousy you like, you undeniable.
- So after ritelefono and say that it's okay.
berths in the house, bring the gear in neutral and put the handbrake. The annoying radio chatter when you turn the key off the dial, the machine stops living with a last shot of the windshield wipers.
The path of the car at the gate that separates us is short but tortuous. It is not the presence of obstacles, since the proximity of each other.
E 'I feel the electricity running between us, this I want to make love with you.
It 's a pulse of an ancestral ancient violence, to kiss, a worm gnawing insistent that bites me and my depth. The current thinking is followed by a one-sided.
Back to the old comparison of the drug, a stereotype is always working, and you, you are my preferred form of heroin. I feel the thought of you traveling in intravenously into the gridded map of my arteries to reach the brain with an overwhelming impulse.
stunned me.
As soon as I close the door, I run to look for your lips. And now I find - they are the breath of life that hold the wet surface.
I feel the jacket fall to the ground with a thud, your nails t-shirt on his back while running away.
Sitting on the couch, let me tie her legs around your hips, and while I hold her face in her hands that whispers - are here - pointing the finger on the heart.
It is a sentence, a magical chorus. Why I love the use it all we needed were only our words, that only we could repeat.
you are here.
And if I hold strong, with how much power you can feel your essence vibrates inside of me.
* Ciambellone : I'm not sure that the name is the same in all ' Italy, is a dessert that is made with the mixture of sponge cake, a kind of giant donut that can be filled in various ways, with cream, chocolate, or even both. On the tendency is to put the vanilla.
** Stendhal Syndrome; syndrome is that, in art, take pictures in front of people, ie, when one considers the astonishing beauty of a painting to the point of feeling in a physical manner and usually passes out.
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