diciotto || video

[betrayedblade]

Mio amore...

[Giovanni appears reaching out to someone off screen--or not there at all. He's smiling faintly, sadly, his expression pained as much as loving.]

This is not a place for you. Perché, perché. Why do you have to be here. I would not wish this upon you. [He falters and his arm drops.] Maria... I love you, but I wish you were not here...

[For a long time nothing happens. Then the device seems to be noticed and, violently, a hand comes down on it; the device shuts off with a bit of static.]


[[pretend all responses are slightly delayed]]

Comments

[princelyrose.livejournal.com]

Where are you?

[betrayedblade.livejournal.com]

I-- in the apartment.

[princelyrose.livejournal.com]

Which one is that?

[Even if she can't make him feel better, if she can be sure nothing bad happens to him, that these people aren't some monsters in disguise...]

[betrayedblade.livejournal.com]

Marshall... top floor... i--th-- [He can't seem to finish whatever else he would say--or just won't.]

[princelyrose.livejournal.com]

I'll be right there. Hold on...

[betrayedblade.livejournal.com]

That is wholly unnecessary.

[princelyrose.livejournal.com]

They're not real, Giovanni. Everyone else is going crazy... I don't want the same to happen to you!

[betrayedblade.livejournal.com]

I am not going anywhere. I will not do anything...crazy.

[princelyrose.livejournal.com]

You're sure?

[betrayedblade.livejournal.com]

I would very much prefer if you left me alone.