quarantasei || video

[betrayedblade]

[The video only shows a pair of kunai being held within a set of calloused hands. The fingers and thumbs trace over the blades carefully, respectfully...and eventually what turns into a noticeable pattern. An invisible pattern. A missing pattern.

Giovanni moves the camera and it sets down to show a whole lot of nothing.]

...You'd think a person would get used to it by now. But I have to admit--I had known him for a long time now. A year... that is a long time here.

...he was like me. A ghost... ...a dead man...

[Click.]

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[betrayedblade.livejournal.com]

[He doesn't answer the post. Instead, he enters silently and closes the space between them without wasting time. He speaks softly.]

It is never too late to revisit past endeavors.

[silent-feathers.livejournal.com]

[She barely had time to register his presence and let out a small gasp before spinning around to meet her husband. Her surprise faded as the worried lines etched across her face smoothed and relaxed.]

I hope not... [Maria leaned in and pressed her forehead against his shoulder, closing her eyes in the process. It looked as if she was lightly resting against him for support.]

Thank you.

[betrayedblade.livejournal.com]

[He let her, and he held her up for as long as she needed, quiet and supporting. He waited for her to bring up any conversation she might have wanted to broach--his own agenda preferred not to discuss the matter at hand at all and he wouldn't make the first move to start one now, but he would not deny her one if and when it came to it either. That was not his nature. He loved her too much to alienate her on purpose.]

[silent-feathers.livejournal.com]

[She was thankful he did not say anything at first. Maria need to gather her thoughts before speaking out her concerns.]

Giovanni... I know you do not wish to speak on the matters that weigh heavily on your mind. And I will not force you to but I do ask that you listen...

[With a sharp intake of breath, she pulled away to look directly into his eyes.]

I will not pretend that I understand how you feel. To go through such trials... to see that last moment and suddenly come back to life here. It is pure madness.

A man can only take so much. [Her hand rose up to touch his cheek and felt the cold from the winter wind that howled outside.]

But you do not have to shoulder such burdens all by yourself.