Giovanni Auditore da Firenze (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
betrayedblade) wrote2010-04-20 08:35 pm
betrayedblade) wrote2010-04-20 08:35 pm
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diciotto || video
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]]
[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]]
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