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| 2008-09-14 20:44 |
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Later that evening, on his return from Safia's
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George whistled his way up the walk to Ca Giovanni, still having a good chuckle from the evening's adventures. Roberto was going to go purple. Still he did hear a few things and it was his job to pass it all on.
He wasn't so sure Isabel would be amused, but maybe if he laughed enough, she would.
He bounced in the back door, automatically ducking Nona's spoon.
"Dreadful child! You smell of beer. Get upstairs and bathe before Domina Isabel wakes."
Nona winked at him. She still wanted babies and him naked in front of Isabel at all times was her plan for getting them. Not that he minded the practice, of course.
"Si Nona!"
He squealed as she gave him a solid clip on the bottom with her spoon and sprinted out of the kitchen and up towards Roberto's office. He probably had not left for his evening's rounds yet, so George ducked his head in to check.
"Roberto? You busy?"
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| 2008-09-07 23:59 |
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Venice
Right after Easter 2012
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"Paolo that was not a nice thing to do," George chuckled as they ran down the street, away from a knot of howling punters.
"Giorgio, il mio tesoro, they deserved it."
They skidded down a cobbled alley, laughing as the hollering group of Juventus supporters barrelled up the wrong part of the street. Paolo grabbed George's hand and dragged him through a few turnings until they came out by a bar he'd never seen before.
"What's this?"
"Safia's. I practically live in here. That's how we could tell you were an outsider. We'd never seen you here."
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| 2008-08-30 16:48 |
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*text to Gino*
Hey Luser r u there? Miss me?
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The Mediterranean restaurant was fairly open air and seemed to be attached to the garden at the back of Voici. George didn't even entertain how that might be. He simply inhaled the lovely smells and escorted Isabel to their table. Everything was crisp white linens and very polished silver. He'd never have come in here on his own but he reckoned these two would feel quite at home.
In short order they were enjoying very nice bread and olive oil with wine all around.
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| 2008-07-10 21:18 |
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The elevator ride down was uneventful. There never seemed to be anyone in the halls and staff seemed only to appear when you expected them. He pretended not to expect anyone and made it to the 11th floor with no issue. The key slid into the lock and the door opened. Everything was nearly as they'd left it. The bed had been tidied, the flower petals cleaned up, his clothes nicely put away and the food cleared out. He wondered if when he took his things out and put them with Isabel that would be the end of his chance to go home. Who was he kidding, he was home now. A different home, but home none the less. He started packing everything up neatly, leaving out clothes. The towel was making Roberto nervous. Poor lad. He did look better for those grapes, though. He definitely liked this magic more than hospital.
He changed into his grey trousers, green shirt and green velvet jacket with a nice tie. Excellent if he did say so. Still they did feel different than the one's Isabel had got for him. He should dump the lot on the tailors and watch them squeal with delight. He gave a swift check around, gathered his bag and went out the door, back to the elevator and Isabel.
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| 2008-06-30 14:51 |
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George woke, entwined with Roberto. Cheap thrills where you can get them, eh George. He chuckled to himself and listened happily at the strong heartbeat in his friend's chest.
"Strong ss a bloody ox. Here father, where's Isabel. I want to tell her what we saw."
He stretched and rubbed his eyes, feeling oddly refreshed for all the activity that seemed to have happened. He then noticed the flowers on his chest. They still glowed a bit, like the fruit had done.
"Isabel! Come look!"
He was somewhat afraid to touch them they were so beautiful.
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| 2008-06-28 19:39 |
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George's sleep was troubled.
The spirits chattered near him and he still hadn't learned to tune them out. Still if they were chattering, then there wasn't danger but he felt like he wasn't even asleep.
Then there was Roberto.
Being snuggled in against him was... well he knew where that was going and he'd best put a stop to it here. George you do know how to stick your foot in it.
'son, you must stop thinking those things!'
'father... do leave off. thinking never hurt anyone. it's the doing that hurts people. if nothing else i've learned that. now i'm not going to do anything so stop rabbiting on. ok?'
'i will remind you son.'
'won't have to. Roberto don't like lads. leave us alone will ya?'
The father left him alone, almost. Others swirled around him and he heard familiar voices. He wanted to see the mysterious lady. He thought he may have seen her, but in shadow and at the edge of his vision. He feared he'd see Antonio or Gino, as it seemed here was as real as being awake and he had no way to fight against them.
'hello miss? your tree is coming along. I'll take care of it for you. Just like I'll take care of Isabel. it's ok if you don't want to talk to me. I just wanted to let you know I appreciate what you done for her.'
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| 2008-06-14 20:40 |
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George was sweating by the time he's got Roberto into the house and up to his room. Heavy load was only the half of it. His nose was throbbing and he was getting annoyed from the pain. He just hoped he hadn't broken it again. That would be too embarrassing. He waited until Kay had pulled down the covers before setting him down.
"Alright Kay, he's all yours. Gino done some evil magic on him, just so you know."
George got out of her way and started undoing Roberto's shoelaces.
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| 2008-06-04 00:49 |
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Te amo, gorgeous."
He swept her downstairs and out to the family dock. A sleek boat pulled up not too much later. George chewed his lip and fiddled with the ammunition in his jacket pocket. He hated to wait outside in fear for where the nutter would pop up again, or his hands... but this was too important. He had to get Roberto back. Then there was the question of why Isabel's brother was acting so oddly. Perhaps being a ghost did that to you but she looked put off so it couldn't have been normal. Maybe those two were in this together, Antonio and Ambrogino. That didn't make him feel very good at all.
"Ah here we go. Order me about darlin. I won't be offended." He gave her another swift kiss and caught the rope as the handler tossed it to him.
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The rising sunlight was beautiful. The garden was shaping up nicely for all that he couldn't put a great deal of time into it. The scents were heady from the old plants that had sprung back to life with just a bit of his care and he inhaled deeply, enjoying them. He checked on the little tree they'd planted to make sure all was well. The tiniest sprout was visible, making him smile.
"Keep an eye to that gran." He waggled his finger at where he imagined Giulia would be.
Laughing, he picked up his rope and started skipping. There wasn't anywhere to run really so he'd gone back to skipping rope and doing little sprints in the garden. It seemed still odd to be finishing at dawn but he'd got used to Isabel's schedule quickly, the rewards being what they were, and found it cooler for his exercise and he didn't burn as much. No one looked good while they peeled, and he always wanted to look good for her. She always looked good for him, so it was only sporting.
He heard giggles and it dawned on him Giulia was watching. Well Isabel came by it honestly at least.
With a few fast doubles he finished up, shrugging out of his tshirt to mop the sweat from his face. Since he'd been drinking less the softness around his middle had gone and he was back down to fighting weight. Fighting weight, well he'd need to be at that to face what was coming up. Still one last pass around the garden to check on everything then in for a shower and bed.
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| 2008-05-14 12:44 |
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My Mun will be in the Smoke, then in the NE until the 26th. Will check in as possible :)
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| 2008-05-01 21:41 |
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In George's dreams he saw Isabel speaking to someone who looked very much like her, only he was angry and threw a bottle of perfume at her. He heard them speaking but didn't understand them. Father Lennard whispered at him until he fell deeper into slumber.
But that didn't last very long.
Soon he saw hands. Like the ones Ambrogino called up. Grey horrible things, scuttling at him. He tried to escape but the swarmed over him, coming at him from all sides. He tried to bat them away without luck. They clawed at him, pulling his skin and hair. He screamed but they got into his mouth.
"NO! Noooooooo!" He shrieked.
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| 2008-04-23 23:39 |
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George sat in the little salon, one and a half bottles of sturdy red wine in him, and ashtray full of ciggies spent, staring numbly at nothing in particular. Father Lennard was on about something but George didn't care. He just needed to sit for a minute and try to come to grips with what he'd just witnessed.
Cerberus. He'd seen Cerberus.
Dead people were actually talking to him, and he could hear them. Well some of them.
Isabel's dead cousin has escaped from a sealed basement. With a Cerberus in it. And he'd made hands come up out of the floor. With his own dead withered Hammer looking hand. That made them scuttle over the floor at him.
He grabbed the glass and drank it down. That got a drunken belch but it pushed the horror back. Still he felt afraid, isolated and anxious. He couldn't even indulge in any stress relief because Isabel was reigning terror down on the remaining family and sadly Roberto didn't seem to be the type to go in for that kind of fun. He did grin when the father started shrieking in latin at him for that one.
He'd wanted to remain sober, in case Isabel needed him, but he couldn't. Drink was the only thing that held back the rising panic and that was a scene he wasn't willing to let happen. So it was him, drunk, on a chair in an upstairs room, terrified, while the woman he loved was downstairs laying down the law. Well it would certainly feed into the story they'd cooked up.
His head lolled back as he took a long drag and wondered if Roberto had managed to find himself a nice bird yet.
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| 2008-04-23 23:32 |
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| 2008-03-16 15:08 |
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George bought his victory round for the small crew of questionable proto villains at his table. Chelsea had won and he'd won a few wagers on it, so he spent the winnings on them what he'd won it from.
"Here you go, lads"
A chorus of "grazie" echoed as he set the glasses on the table.
He chattered on about the match with them while keeping an eye to who was coming and going. He liked sitting in the pub on match day. They were quite patient with him and his slow, all be it improving, Italian. Roberto had told him that anyone who was anyone in the middle order of villain was in this pub, so George decided to put himself about there to hear what he could hear.
He heard the usual things, bits about jobs, about payoffs, about briefs and bent coppers. He noted everything to discuss with Roberto.
After a few hours more it was time to go. George happily staggered out, wandering back through the murky streets towards Ca Giovanni. He thought there were occasions when he was followed but no one approached too closely. Perhaps his plan to slide into the local scene was working.
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| 2008-02-24 01:35 |
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Happy Birthday Dennis Waterman!
<3<3<3
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| 2008-02-14 11:32 |
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*on her night table with a single red rose*
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It was odd, reading reports on the little screen, rather than on paper, but it was neater he had to say. Penmanship was obviously not high on the Met's list even at this point in time. Still, he had a feel for who was who now and how best to drop little bits of information to best advantage.
He'd avoided looking up the service records of anyone he knew. That would make the jump far too real in his mind. That and he preferred to think of his mates as he knew them. He didn't think he could bear hard proof of anyone's death. Especially not Jack's. He just feared looking up Jack at all, even if he hadn't passed. He was here now, with Isabel and that was it. He was glad to be rid of the abuse and the denial and the stress. He was actually happy now. He'd forgot how that felt. No amount of loyalty... love... for Jack would get him to give this life up.
No it was here he'd stay. With Isabel and Roberto. No matter how weird things got, or how overwhelmed he felt. This place gave him a sense of security and well being he'd not felt since he'd first joined the Force. When he'd first been married and long before he'd ever set eyes on Jack. He'd missed that feeling and wasn't about to let it go for a second time.
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George shuffled into his room before heading down to the kitchen. He stripped out of his clothes and put on a tracksuit and trainers. A quick comb and straighten then he was down the stairs.
"Roberto? You around?"
He made his way down the stairs and through the reception hall. A fella could die of hunger by the time he made it to the kitchen in this place.It was as if no one ever used it. No one seemed about to he put the kettle on and scrounged around. He found the bread and jam and some canned fruits. He whistled tunelessly as he started the toast and found the tea.
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DEFUTUTA
Good Gods, what a night that was,
The bed was so soft, and how we clung,
Burning together, lying this way and that,
Our uncontrollable passions
Flowing through our mouths.
If I could only die that way,
I'd say goodbye to the business of living.
Too Bloody right!
And Roberto told me what defututa means. Little bastard. I'd figured that one out on my own.
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