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 Posted: Thu Jun 03, 2010 10:53 am
「 Viva la Vida 」 ☪ 「 Turkey and Rome 」 ☪ 「 Modern 」 ☪ 「 "When I was younger, you were never there for me . . ."
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Though bits of Rome was used to create Ottoman, Rome was no parental figure. Ottoman grew up under his shadow, overthrew him at one point. However, while in that shadow, the imposing, devilishly strong nation always held a strange power over him. Small touches, ghosting caresses that could be misconstrued as inappropriate if someone looked at them with an ice cold, shrewd eye.
He had been 13 when he first got a decent kiss, albeit one on the cheek, a kiss of greeting and warmth. He sought out Aegyptus for help with his problems, but all she could offer him was the same hugs and coos she gave to her own son . . .
Now Ottoman was gone, replaced by Turkey, who had taken Rome's place as a megalomaniac, in constant competition for attention with Prussia. He had taken plenty of looks from Rome. The strong chin, the broad shoulders, the dark hair and the trademark curl . . . Now Turkey was strong, his own nation, his own person. He was no longer that 13 year old baby nation with the budding sexual awareness. He was an imposing man, a dashing, devilish philanderer, a lady killer, a suave seducer . . .
But when Rome cast those come-hither eyes on him, that shell melted away, and he was once again the inexperienced, easily embarrassed, torturously sensitive teenager, longing to be swept up into his strong arms and held . . .
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Posted: Thu Jun 03, 2010 9:58 pm
Who’s the boy I like the most
Is it is teasing you he’s underage
Could he be waving from a tropical sunset
Static silhouette somehow
Single in his bed someday
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx◊ A • u • g • u • s • t • u • s ◊ V • a • r • g • a • s ◊ 【 Rome, Rome, many tears have fallen here. I'll be driving, you look the other way 】 xxxxxxxxQuiet till it falls, falls, falls! Ⓡome . .!xxx xxxxxxxxxxxxⓇome . . !xxx xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxⓇome . .!vvv xxxxxxxx Addict till it falls, falls, falls! 【 Distant silhouette somehow, we shared a cigarette somewhere. 】 ↘↘ Always and forever more, We're together dead and lonely ↙↙
Augustus smirked as he walked down the streets of Rome. Ah, what a good day to be alive.
Well, back alive, he supposed.
He had been on his best behavior recently, in hopes that the big boss upstairs would let him come back to Earth for a while to visit his adorable Italian grandsons. After much debate, Augustus was granted his wish.
Rome was a beautiful city - it had always been his favorite; it was his capital city, the namesake of himself and his empire. It still held its splendor in this new century. Everything and nothing had changed - scooters and cars zoomed past on roads of pavement and cobblestone, Roman teenagers chatted on their cell phones while standing in line at the local cafe. But in the distance, the Colosseum stood proud above the city. The fountains still sprayed and the aqueducts still flowed. Rome was a city trapped between two eras.
Augustus wandered aimlessly through the busy plaza. Unfortunately, he was alone; his little Lovino mentioning something about a 'UN meeting' being held in Rome that he and Feliciano had to attend to. Whatever that meant.
To Augustus, it meant he'd have to find his own form of entertainment for the afternoon.
At Feliciano's insistence, he was dressed in fine Italian wear - 'Gucci' as his bubbly Italian spawn had called it. It definitely wasn't as freeing as his toga, but, he had to admit, it did look damn good on him. Feeling a little saucy in his new wardrobe, he winked at a group of girls walking opposite him on the sidewalk. They giggled and batted their eyelashes at him. It was good to know he still had it after all this time.
By the amount of people, cars, and buildings, Augustus knew he was reaching the epicenter of the city. Spotting a museum across the way, Augustus decided to check it out. What had the Italian brothers saved of his, he wondered?
Crossing the street, Augustus could have sworn he saw a familiar face outside an adjacent building.
No, it couldn't be...
It almost looked like....
↗↗ I thought I couldn't do this without you, single in a bed somewhere ↖↖
Always and forever more
I called to say I’m on the way
2,000 years remain in the trashcan
I burned the cigarette somewhere
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Cas_Angel_of_Thursday Captain
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Posted: Thu Jun 03, 2010 10:36 pm
 xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxSadiq Adnan 「 I hear Jerusalem bells are ringing 」 「 Roman Cavalry choirs are singing 」 「 Be my mirror my sword and shield 」 「 My missionaries in a foreign field 」 「 My missionaries in a foreign field 」 「 For some reason I can't explain 」 「 Once you go there was never 」 「 Never an honest word 」 「 'Cause that was when I ruled the World 」 ☪ ▓ ▓ ▓ ▓ ▓ ▓ ▓ ▓ ▓ ▓ ▓ ▓
Turkey was not snooping into the Italy Twins' business as much as he was sightseeing. Sure, it had started off that way. Sneak into Rome, meddle about, pick up some marzipan candies, spy on external affairs, that sort of thing, but it turned into him just walking around outright. Maybe people assumed he was a street performer, or a foreign diplomat, because of his long green coat, red box hat, and white porcelain mask.
He winked at the pretty girls, flirted here and there with a waitress at a cafe, gazed around the city. Here a fountain, there a fountain, everywhere some sort of water fixture. Rome really was a jovial, bustling city.
That's all it is now . . . a city . . . not an empire . . . he thought, passing by the remnants of the Colleseum. Oh, it was still just as breathtaking as it was when he first laid eyes on it, when Rome was a meganation.
Turkey felt a shiver run up his spine.
Rome . . . a nation who added in the creation of the mirconation that would become Ottoman that did become Turkey. He was long gone now, wasn't he?
Turkey frowned, but, determined to not allow the memories of that . . . that fallen empire . . . spoil his vacaerhismission . . .
Still, though, his feet were starting to hurt from doing all this walking. He sat down on one of the stone benches, perhaps they also stood the test of time, like the fountains, or perhaps they just added to the ancient metropolis flair, and unsnapped the side snaps of his sharp-looking black boots and rubbed his arch, grey sock within damp from sweat.
He realized, with some interest, that his chosen spot for a sudden pedicure was in front of a museum. Lucky him, he wouldn't have to walk far to find a nice, air conditioned paradise, maybe a food court, maybe a gift shop . . .
But, for now, Sadiq just sat and watched the people go by. Young ladies in slinky skirts, men in sharp Armani suits, obvious tourists in shorts and fanny packs, and . . . Well, hello~
There was one man, sharp dressed in a Gucci Suit, who was looking over at him. Turkey could hardly make out his features, but he could tell that he was at least moderately good looking, and he smiled.
He regretted it a second later when he realized who that stranger in the Gucci Suit was . . .
Oh HELL
"Speech" = #C56A8B, bold.
Thoughts = Sky Blue, italic.
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Posted: Thu Jun 03, 2010 10:52 pm
Who’s the boy I like the most
Is it is teasing you he’s underage
Could he be waving from a tropical sunset
Static silhouette somehow
Single in his bed someday
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx◊ A • u • g • u • s • t • u • s ◊ V • a • r • g • a • s ◊ 【 Rome, Rome, many tears have fallen here. I'll be driving, you look the other way 】 xxxxxxxxQuiet till it falls, falls, falls! Ⓡome . .!xxx xxxxxxxxxxxxⓇome . . !xxx xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxⓇome . .!vvv xxxxxxxx Addict till it falls, falls, falls! 【 Distant silhouette somehow, we shared a cigarette somewhere. 】 ↘↘ Always and forever more, We're together dead and lonely ↙↙
The man he was staring at suddenly stared back at him. Yes of course. The mask should have been a dead give away.
Rome wasted no time in walking across the street, unphased by the furiously passing cars and vespas. After almost being hit numerous times, Augustus now stood in front of the man sitting on the bench. Well, at least it was better than spending the day alone…
“And to what do I owe this pleasure?” Augustus drawled, sitting next to Sadiq on the bench. “Is there a reason fate has brought us together?”
Leave it to him to come up with the most ridiculous way of asking Turkey what he was doing in Italy.
↗↗ I thought I couldn't do this without you, single in a bed somewhere ↖↖
Always and forever more
I called to say I’m on the way
2,000 years remain in the trashcan
I burned the cigarette somewhere
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Cas_Angel_of_Thursday Captain
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Posted: Thu Jun 03, 2010 11:05 pm
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxSadiq Adnan 「 I hear Jerusalem bells are ringing 」 「 Roman Cavalry choirs are singing 」 「 Be my mirror my sword and shield 」 「 My missionaries in a foreign field 」 「 My missionaries in a foreign field 」 「 For some reason I can't explain 」 「 Once you go there was never 」 「 Never an honest word 」 「 'Cause that was when I ruled the World 」 ☪ ▓ ▓ ▓ ▓ ▓ ▓ ▓ ▓ ▓ ▓ ▓ ▓
Turkey felt his face heat up, flush pink just under the white edge of his mask and he moved away, self aware, and very aware of the arm that Rome attempted to sling over his shoulder.
Sadiq did his best to put up a strong front.
"Oh, spare me!" he said, trying to play off the butterflies in his stomach, the tickly feeling in his tummy, the way Rome's . . . Augustus' rich eyes gave him that look of . . . of he didn't even know what. "I'm just out sightseeing, no need to get all touchy feely. If you wanted to cozy up with me ya shoulda done it when I was younger."
Ooh, that came out wrong . . .
Sadiq swallowed, remember his first visit to Rome. He had been 13, he had been called Ottoman. He had craned his neck to look at the Coloseum and he had craned his neck to look into the face of the Seat of the Universe, to look into the face of Rome. He had been rugged then, untamed and drop dead gorgeous.
Sadiq remembered him beaming at him, leaning down and kissing him on the cheek, pulling him into a warm embrace, called him a young nation, offered to school him, offered him so much more . . .
Then Graecia arrived with news that Rome's baby grandsons had been born, twins, and Ottoman was forgotten. He had gone to Aegyptus, seeking to take her as his own, and stifle the sense of rejection in himself, but she had laughed at him, called him a baby and threatened to beat him.
Still, though, she had hugged him as well, kissed his forehead and told him to go home and wait for his time. Perhaps the wise old broad had known then what Sadiq tried to deny now . . .
"Just gonna check out the museum, that's all," he mumbled, casting his own eyes away from Rome's face, so grateful for his mask.
"Speech" = #C56A8B, bold.
Thoughts = Sky Blue, italic.
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Posted: Thu Jun 03, 2010 11:20 pm
Who’s the boy I like the most
Is it is teasing you he’s underage
Could he be waving from a tropical sunset
Static silhouette somehow
Single in his bed someday
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx◊ A • u • g • u • s • t • u • s ◊ V • a • r • g • a • s ◊ 【 Rome, Rome, many tears have fallen here. I'll be driving, you look the other way 】 xxxxxxxxQuiet till it falls, falls, falls! Ⓡome . .!xxx xxxxxxxxxxxxⓇome . . !xxx xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxⓇome . .!vvv xxxxxxxx Addict till it falls, falls, falls! 【 Distant silhouette somehow, we shared a cigarette somewhere. 】 ↘↘ Always and forever more, We're together dead and lonely ↙↙
Despite the mask covering almost all of Turkey’s features, Augustus swore he saw a tinge of pink stain those cheeks. He quietly fought back the urge to tear the offending article from his companions face.
How long had it been since he had seen his son? Centuries? He had grown into quite the dashing young man, from what he could see of him. Good-looking, but quite rude.
He’d have to speak with Aegyptus about that when he went back…
“How ironic. I was planning on doing the same. Shall we go together?” Rome asked casually, standing up and extending a hand to Sadiq.
↗↗ I thought I couldn't do this without you, single in a bed somewhere ↖↖
Always and forever more
I called to say I’m on the way
2,000 years remain in the trashcan
I burned the cigarette somewhere
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Cas_Angel_of_Thursday Captain
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Posted: Thu Jun 03, 2010 11:32 pm
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxSadiq Adnan 「 I hear Jerusalem bells are ringing 」 「 Roman Cavalry choirs are singing 」 「 Be my mirror my sword and shield 」 「 My missionaries in a foreign field 」 「 My missionaries in a foreign field 」 「 For some reason I can't explain 」 「 Once you go there was never 」 「 Never an honest word 」 「 'Cause that was when I ruled the World 」 ☪ ▓ ▓ ▓ ▓ ▓ ▓ ▓ ▓ ▓ ▓ ▓ ▓
Take his hand, take his hand, take his hand, don't just sit there, grinning like an idiot, this is your chance!
Sadiq shook his head, trying to clear it.
"Wha---? Oh. Oh! Uh, sure." He said, taking Augustus' hand, his own black gloved one slipping easily into Augustus' bare one. Sadiq stood, and realized how close his body was to Augustus' and he suddenly felt very, very hot . . .
Tarni Annesi* . . . he thought, feeling his heart pound in his ear. He cleared his throat and pulled away.
"Shall we?" He said, avoiding eye contact until they were inside the museum itself, looking at the bots and statues, all carefully placed on display. Sadiq had his arms crossed, careful not to break anything, bump into anyone.
He glanced at Augustus, near him, so near him he could hear him breathing. He remembered being this near him before, when he was 13, again, that first time. After the twins had been put away, Rome had come on him in the dining hall, drinking the left over wine and eating the tiny roasted birds that had been served as appetizers. He had taken Ottoman in his arms again, the teenager drunk, full, and sleepy, and had sat with him in one of the piles of pillows, sat him in his lap.
To the best of Sadiq's knowledge it was around this time Maygar arrived and stopped Rome short of whatever it was he had been planing, the mood killing b*****d. Sadiq was put to bed and he had been smitten with Rome since. His fall, however, didn't affect him as much as one would think. Repeated rejections made Sadiq jaded and he yearned to take Rome's place as the Seat of the World.
"So. How've you been?" He asked, his voice cracking a little, just at the beginning. It was a stupid, pointless question he threw out there to try and break up the silence.
* = "Mother of God"
"Speech" = #C56A8B, bold.
Thoughts = Sky Blue, italic.
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Posted: Fri Jun 04, 2010 12:03 am
Who’s the boy I like the most
Is it is teasing you he’s underage
Could he be waving from a tropical sunset
Static silhouette somehow
Single in his bed someday
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx◊ A • u • g • u • s • t • u • s ◊ V • a • r • g • a • s ◊ 【 Rome, Rome, many tears have fallen here. I'll be driving, you look the other way 】 xxxxxxxxQuiet till it falls, falls, falls! Ⓡome . .!xxx xxxxxxxxxxxxⓇome . . !xxx xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxⓇome . .!vvv xxxxxxxx Addict till it falls, falls, falls! 【 Distant silhouette somehow, we shared a cigarette somewhere. 】 ↘↘ Always and forever more, We're together dead and lonely ↙↙
Sadiq had actually taken his hand.
Augustus eyes widened slightly as he felt the cool leather of Turkey’s glove slide into his palm, but smiled when he noticed how nervous the boy was.
Tightening his grip, the two held hands all the way across the street and into the museum, when Sadiq finally pulled away.
Augustus remained close to him anyway, loving the glances Sadiq was shooting him every once and a while. And he thinks I can’t see them…
The two had just meet up, but Rome was already enjoying their brief time together. He regretted not being able to spend more time with Turkey – Ottoman back then, wasn’t he? -, his duties as an empire and life in general getting in the way. But all that didn’t matter now.
Out of the corner of his eye, Augustus spotted a familiar statue.
“Ah! Emperor Hadrian! Do you know much about him? Divus Hadrian, we called him. Damn fine Caesar – one of the best we had. He had a young lover by the name of Antinous. He was quite a charming boy – thirteen when they met, I believe. Fell into the Nile and drown. Hadrian was crushed. He truly loved that boy…”
Augustus trailed off, looking at Sadiq out of the corner of his eye.
↗↗ I thought I couldn't do this without you, single in a bed somewhere ↖↖
Always and forever more
I called to say I’m on the way
2,000 years remain in the trashcan
I burned the cigarette somewhere
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Cas_Angel_of_Thursday Captain
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Posted: Fri Jun 04, 2010 9:59 am
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxSadiq Adnan 「 I hear Jerusalem bells are ringing 」 「 Roman Cavalry choirs are singing 」 「 Be my mirror my sword and shield 」 「 My missionaries in a foreign field 」 「 My missionaries in a foreign field 」 「 For some reason I can't explain 」 「 Once you go there was never 」 「 Never an honest word 」 「 'Cause that was when I ruled the World 」 ☪ ▓ ▓ ▓ ▓ ▓ ▓ ▓ ▓ ▓ ▓ ▓ ▓
Sadiq swallowed and examined the statue. The guy looked like all the other statues, something Sadiq noticed about the Roman Caesars. Rome's voice was like the fires of Sodom. It commanded attention, and Sadiq listened. It was low and warm and brooding, like really, really good scotch.
Snap THE HELL outta it!
Sadiq shook his head again to clear it and attempted to speak without letting his voice waver.
"No, never heard of him," he said, softly. The tale Augustus told was a sad one.
A young lover . . .? 13 when they met . . .?
Sadiq coughed, clearing this throat.
"He drowned? That's sad," he said. He caught the way Augustus was looking at him and he frowned a little. "Seems like a lot of the ancients, particularly Romans and Greeks, practiced Ephebophilia."
Sadiq gave a crooked smirk, eyes glinting behind the mask.
"What about you, Caesar Augustus," he said, teasingly. "Any 13-year-old rendezvous for you, or did you just stick to romancing Aegyptus, Graecia, and Germania?"
Sadiq realized what thin ice he was skating on. Teasing Rome never got anyone far, teasing Rome about a supposed love affair with a boy was bound to get him smacked, at the very least. Still, Sadiq wondered what his answer would be? Would Rome become suddenly sincere and admit to always loving Sadiq from afar, like an old fashioned movie or a cheesy Turkish Soap Opera? Would he laugh it off, as Rome usually did, good humored and enjoying the playful prodding?
Or, worse yet, would he admit to having one and then have it be someone other than Sadiq {obviously} only deepening Sadiq's own sense of self-worthlessness, bitter rejection, and jadedness.
. . . if it's any of the possibilities, outraged, cheesy, good humored, or admitting to an affair, I think I'd prefer outraged or good humored. Outraged, he'd probably swear at me and leave, which would be fine. Good humored, I could laugh it off with him and bury the feelings under a few more years of therapy.
Sadiq sallowed. If he admitted to an affair, Sadiq knew he would just feel that rejection and sadness and be generally no fun to be around, which Rome would pick up on and probably poke, prod, peel, and tickle the admition of a teenage crush out of him.
But if he was cheesy . . . if he teased back and made Sadiq the false object of his long-ago-affection, it would hurt Sadiq far greater than any wound dealt him by an enemy during his fall as Ottoman. For a few stupid seconds, Sadiq knew he would believe him, would want to melt into his arms, feel vindicated and loved, and then he'd realize he was the butt of yet another joke . . .
"Speech" = #C56A8B, bold.
Thoughts = Sky Blue, italic.
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Posted: Fri Jun 04, 2010 11:30 am
Who’s the boy I like the most
Is it is teasing you he’s underage
Could he be waving from a tropical sunset
Static silhouette somehow
Single in his bed someday
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx◊ A • u • g • u • s • t • u • s ◊ V • a • r • g • a • s ◊ 【 Rome, Rome, many tears have fallen here. I'll be driving, you look the other way 】 xxxxxxxxQuiet till it falls, falls, falls! Ⓡome . .!xxx xxxxxxxxxxxxⓇome . . !xxx xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxⓇome . .!vvv xxxxxxxx Addict till it falls, falls, falls! 【 Distant silhouette somehow, we shared a cigarette somewhere. 】 ↘↘ Always and forever more, We're together dead and lonely ↙↙
Augustus studied the bust of Hadrian as Sadiq spoke.
"Any 13-year-old rendezvous for you, or did you just stick to romancing Aegyptus, Graecia, and Germania?"
Anyone who knew anything about Rome knew that he had had his fair share of lovers - Aegyptus, Graecia, and Germania were his closest lovers, yes, but there were so many others. Gaul, Magyar, Britannia, Persia...
When the Roman Empire conquered a nation, he made sure to do so in two ways. Conquer the land, and conquer the land.
Yes, it was good to be the king.
Ottoman had been no exception. Of course, he had just been a boy when Augustus had seen him again, but there was talk of his becoming a powerful empire some day. He defiantly had the potential, and Augustus' interest had been peaked.
Too bad Magyar had to go and ruin everything....
And here was that boy now, all grown-up, standing next to him. He had been a successful empire - taken over Aegyptus, from what Augustus heard, which was very impressive; she was quite feisty, as he knew from experience.
And even after the fall of his empire he remained - Turkey, a nation rich in culture and heritage. And Rome was still interested.
Finally moving away from the statue, Augustus slowly made his way around Sadiq. He stood behind him, close, but far enough away to not raise any eyebrows. He leaned in, his lips dangerously close to touching the young man's ear.
"I think you'd know that better than anyone..." he whispered hotly.
Augustus pulled back immediately and wandered off to some other nearby display.
↗↗ I thought I couldn't do this without you, single in a bed somewhere ↖↖
Always and forever more
I called to say I’m on the way
2,000 years remain in the trashcan
I burned the cigarette somewhere
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Posted: Fri Jun 04, 2010 9:58 pm
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxSadiq Adnan 「 I hear Jerusalem bells are ringing 」 「 Roman Cavalry choirs are singing 」 「 Be my mirror my sword and shield 」 「 My missionaries in a foreign field 」 「 My missionaries in a foreign field 」 「 For some reason I can't explain 」 「 Once you go there was never 」 「 Never an honest word 」 「 'Cause that was when I ruled the World 」 ☪ ▓ ▓ ▓ ▓ ▓ ▓ ▓ ▓ ▓ ▓ ▓ ▓
Turkey was rooted to the spot, totally frozen. Rome's hot breath had ghosted over his ear, and he just felt like melting into whatever surface he resided on.
. . . Sevgili kutsal İsa annesi* . . .
His face hot, tanned skin flushed with a light pink, Turkey had to force himself to move and follow the other man.
Sure, Turkey was suave, but he was out of his ********' league right now.
"Just what in the hell is that supposed to mean!?" he whispered, fiercely, sputtering slightly. "You were always too busy cooing over the Italy twins to ever . . . I'd . . . 13 years old . . . . you . . . you . . .! You cocky . . . . I'd never . . . that time is . . ."
He had to trail off, staring at Rome's eyes. He suddenly felt very small, almost teenager small. He could almost feel that sense of blissful innocence and insecurity return as he stood there, stock still under his gaze.
He had always imagined this moment. That moment of rejection directed at Rome rather than being received by Rome. ********, he had written out a speech and everything.
"Neden şimdi?** He muttered to himself, rubbing his temples. He steepled his fingers, trying to find the right words then pressed them together as if praying, then pointed them both at Rome. "Listen . . . It's not that I don't want . . . you . . . it's just that . . . well, hell, why now?! You were never there for me when I was younger . . ."
Turkey trailed off, searching the much older nation for some sign of . . . anything . . .
* = holy dear sweet mother of Jesus
** = why now?
"Speech" = #C56A8B, bold.
Thoughts = Sky Blue, italic.
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Posted: Fri Jun 04, 2010 10:19 pm
Who’s the boy I like the most
Is it is teasing you he’s underage
Could he be waving from a tropical sunset
Static silhouette somehow
Single in his bed someday
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx◊ A • u • g • u • s • t • u • s ◊ V • a • r • g • a • s ◊ 【 Rome, Rome, many tears have fallen here. I'll be driving, you look the other way 】 xxxxxxxxQuiet till it falls, falls, falls! Ⓡome . .!xxx xxxxxxxxxxxxⓇome . . !xxx xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxⓇome . .!vvv xxxxxxxx Addict till it falls, falls, falls! 【 Distant silhouette somehow, we shared a cigarette somewhere. 】 ↘↘ Always and forever more, We're together dead and lonely ↙↙
Rome smirked as Turkey followed and rounded on him. He was so cute when he was upset. Just like his mother…
“…well, hell, why now?! You were never there for me when I was younger . . ."
Rome felt the corner of his lips twitch and his smirk faltered.
No. He wasn’t there. He wasn’t there for most of his children.
Of course it upset him. Back then, he had been so cocky – so self-confident. Veni, vidi, vici.
Travel at will. Spawn as often as possible. Rule the world.
Of course, that kind of thinking was poisonous. It reminded him of the tale of Icarus; you can only fly so far up before you get burned by the sun.
And he had been burned. Burned by his lovers. Burned by his empire. Burned by himself.
It wasn’t long after his meeting with the thirteen-year-old Ottoman that his empire crumbled. That he himself had…
But of course, those times were long gone now. Things had changed.
“Why now?” Augustus echoed. He took a step closer to Turkey. “Why not? I know I wasn’t there before. I’m terribly sorry for that; for any pain that I’ve caused you…”
He daringly brushed his fingers across the unmasked part of Turkey’s face. “But I’m still your father. “
He looked Turkey dead in the eyes, hoping to show the man that he every word he spoke was heartfelt. “Let me be your Papa now.”
↗↗ I thought I couldn't do this without you, single in a bed somewhere ↖↖
Always and forever more
I called to say I’m on the way
2,000 years remain in the trashcan
I burned the cigarette somewhere
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Posted: Fri Jun 04, 2010 10:45 pm
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxSadiq Adnan 「 I hear Jerusalem bells are ringing 」 「 Roman Cavalry choirs are singing 」 「 Be my mirror my sword and shield 」 「 My missionaries in a foreign field 」 「 My missionaries in a foreign field 」 「 For some reason I can't explain 」 「 Once you go there was never 」 「 Never an honest word 」 「 'Cause that was when I ruled the World 」 ☪ ▓ ▓ ▓ ▓ ▓ ▓ ▓ ▓ ▓ ▓ ▓ ▓
Turkey blinked, eyes wide, as he spoke, as he touched his face. He had to force himself not to nuzzle his hand.
Be . . . be my Papa . . . now?!
Sadiq swallowed, it was too hard to think now.
Absolutely not . . . no, no, I'm not gonna fall for it . . . no, no nonononono---
"Okay." Was all that came out, and he meant it. He meant it, oh for the love of God, he meant it.
"Speech" = #C56A8B, bold.
Thoughts = Sky Blue, italic.
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Posted: Fri Jun 04, 2010 11:00 pm
Who’s the boy I like the most
Is it is teasing you he’s underage
Could he be waving from a tropical sunset
Static silhouette somehow
Single in his bed someday
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx◊ A • u • g • u • s • t • u • s ◊ V • a • r • g • a • s ◊ 【 Rome, Rome, many tears have fallen here. I'll be driving, you look the other way 】 xxxxxxxxQuiet till it falls, falls, falls! Ⓡome . .!xxx xxxxxxxxxxxxⓇome . . !xxx xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxⓇome . .!vvv xxxxxxxx Addict till it falls, falls, falls! 【 Distant silhouette somehow, we shared a cigarette somewhere. 】 ↘↘ Always and forever more, We're together dead and lonely ↙↙
Augustus smiled once again. Still suave to this day...
He let his hand drop from Sadiq's face.
"Is there anything else you'd like to see? Or would you rather we do something else?"
↗↗ I thought I couldn't do this without you, single in a bed somewhere ↖↖
Always and forever more
I called to say I’m on the way
2,000 years remain in the trashcan
I burned the cigarette somewhere
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Posted: Fri Jun 04, 2010 11:08 pm
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxSadiq Adnan 「 I hear Jerusalem bells are ringing 」 「 Roman Cavalry choirs are singing 」 「 Be my mirror my sword and shield 」 「 My missionaries in a foreign field 」 「 My missionaries in a foreign field 」 「 For some reason I can't explain 」 「 Once you go there was never 」 「 Never an honest word 」 「 'Cause that was when I ruled the World 」 ☪ ▓ ▓ ▓ ▓ ▓ ▓ ▓ ▓ ▓ ▓ ▓ ▓
Turkey blinked.
What . . .? That was it?! Oh, what the fu---
"I've been all over Rome . . . the city . . ." Sadiq said, casually enough, though the double entandre was not said to be missed. He glanced at Rome, smirking. There was no way he'd go down without a fight. He had been dominant in his other relationships.
At the very least, he'd show Rome what he had missed out on for all those years.
In spades.
"Speech" = #C56A8B, bold.
Thoughts = Sky Blue, italic.
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