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khrminibang2010-12-20 11:12 pm
rinja) wrote in khrminibang2010-12-20 11:12 pm
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Days in Venice (art)
( The boss of Giglio Nero requests the services of the best man of Vongola, for a special negotiation in Venice. But does she have other reasons? Tired from a previous mission, will he survive this one? )
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highskyfighter
AUTHOR:ekmisao (link to fic)
PAIRING/CHARACTERS: Reborn/Luce
RATING: G
"scusi, signorina. I was just informed." He tipped his fedora.
She turned to face him. Her eyes grew wide. She placed a hand over her gaping mouth. Then she took a deep breath, composed herself, and smiled warmly..
He lowered the newspaper. He reached for her hand and squeezed it, tightly. His jaw was clenched as he mumbled rapidly. “Signorina, if I were the one who needed to shoot you, it would be easier having just one other person to shoot.”
“Mi dispiace. I’ll remember the next time.”
“Someday, we’ll do this in Paris. We’ll have a picture, too. We’ll go there, be alone together, away from all our concerns. I’ll embrace you on the bridge over the Seine, while we look at the Eiffel tower far away. And we won’t care if anyone and everyone sees us. Someday.”
He wished for it, too. “Si…mi amore. Someday.”
( The boss of Giglio Nero requests the services of the best man of Vongola, for a special negotiation in Venice. But does she have other reasons? Tired from a previous mission, will he survive this one? )
ARTIST:
highskyfighterAUTHOR:
ekmisao (link to fic)PAIRING/CHARACTERS: Reborn/Luce
RATING: G
"scusi, signorina. I was just informed." He tipped his fedora.
She turned to face him. Her eyes grew wide. She placed a hand over her gaping mouth. Then she took a deep breath, composed herself, and smiled warmly..
He lowered the newspaper. He reached for her hand and squeezed it, tightly. His jaw was clenched as he mumbled rapidly. “Signorina, if I were the one who needed to shoot you, it would be easier having just one other person to shoot.”
“Mi dispiace. I’ll remember the next time.”
“Someday, we’ll do this in Paris. We’ll have a picture, too. We’ll go there, be alone together, away from all our concerns. I’ll embrace you on the bridge over the Seine, while we look at the Eiffel tower far away. And we won’t care if anyone and everyone sees us. Someday.”
He wished for it, too. “Si…mi amore. Someday.”
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