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

[wears-a-torc.livejournal.com]

You already know the truth don't you?

...Would you rather I leave you be?

[betrayedblade.livejournal.com]

...I do.

If that is not too much to ask.

[wears-a-torc.livejournal.com]

Just promise me you'll stay safe.

[betrayedblade.livejournal.com]

I promise.

[wears-a-torc.livejournal.com]

Thank you Giovanni.

I-

... ... ...

I'll speak to you later then.

[Click]