Augurissimi
a Merry Christmas and
of an amazing new year!
Yes, I know that last year I promised to wish a decent, but this year I have not had the time! ç_ç Sorry! ç_ç
Augurissimi
a Merry Christmas and
of an amazing new year!
the corner of the eye where no one sees him sitting mates cock would look a few yards away, a few meters closer to sunset.
No one looks down there, but Brad and weak smiles, with a certain unawareness, welcomes its very complexity, welcoming than that of the other, with the helmet on his head and his head drooping, it seems almost as stupid as everyone else.
it was not safe. He had passed a line, defended the wrong idea, made a mistake. A miscalculation, a sin of pride. It was said, and if he said it really did not believe in spite of not believing and hung his head and twisted her hands on each other and let down his rifle and if the order had been less loyal and sensible would also have removed jacket and pack and everything else because it seemed that everything, everything, did not do anything but make it smaller and that did not stifle it.
Brad sits tearing Nate alienating his desperate isolation. And Nate startled if he had not other things to think and if he had other things to think maybe you would have time to think to hide those two or three tears of anger, and be seen to place, like a top and maybe a long breath after returning from his men and give directions, advice, things, and then apologize to the superior and hoping that everything, everything goes better with the sun in your face, fifteen hours a day sitting in the cart, disgusting, busy thinking about the length of his mustache would never worn.
Brad feels confused by moist eyes, big and blue and would never have expected, or maybe she knew perfectly well that only.
Why Nate knew he was too honest, too pious and too naive to act in that way and be sure to have acted properly. Because he knew that he was too smart and civil.
They look barely into his eyes and everything is so clear that neither has the force of a word and only Nate is able to take off his helmet and jacket and hugging each order knees like a stupid kid. Brad has never seen it, but it upsets him less than others, it will not be a problem if the lieutenant did it out of the pot, it is not, Lieutenant, Lord, sir. That there's nothing wrong, Lieutenant, and if it was her, she did not do it, who did? And it was just, Lord, was absolutely right. That is not a problem at all because, sir, from the rest of his to the end and all the rest, Lord, I promise, yes, I promise. Promised.
Nate goes to him his perfectly straight nose and her eyes are all in another place, but seems to have understood and Brad blushes and Nate responds with a little grimace, smile a little depressed and Brad takes an expression that recognizes and feels breathe again, and look Nate becomes severe and very sweet and wise and the lips take a neutral form.
Brad clears his throat, when we seem to hear the voices and the hum of the cock-eating and laughing and everything else, because despite the great desert and the sun and stay warm by dry, not sure of the place where it is, and because of these thoughts for the first time she opens her mouth and gives air time to do.
" if I could find anywhere, Lord, I was wondering - If you could, where would be?"
Nate stares at him for a few seconds, then sits straight on, with his legs crossed and his chin up and off into the sunset and Brad starts laughing and laughing and even Nate is not Nate, which is laugh out loud at that one yet has a nice sound and look good and Brad are expected to drop in any time thinking about how ridiculous the hypothetical possibility of wanting or being able to find anywhere but in that place, with that light and those shouting and fatigue on the shoulders and low blood pressure and doubts, the doubts Oh, and then Nate's is closer and touches his face with his hand, and then a few meters closer to the sunset, where none of the companions cock look, where Brad has problems to express themselves, where Nate laughs out loud or dangles like a stray dog, here, Nate kisses him.
Taken directly from the site of Nanoda!
Nodame Cantabile by Tomoko Ninomiya
Jose, UP on 23 September monthly volumes complete
josei The most anticipated of the year finally arrives in Italy. Shinichi Chiaki is the son of a famous pianist and dreams of studying abroad to become a famous conductor like his mentor. Unfortunately, his fear of flying prevents the realization of his dream. One day he meets Megumi Noda, whom everyone calls Nodame, a chubby girl and unattractive, unable to make the most mundane chores, but also unable to follow a musical score. Despite this he remains fascinated as the girl still can play the piano in incomparable manner. Chiaki Nodame will give the largest teaching: to love their music wherever they live.
Yes, you guessed it! * __ * Jumping and dancing for joy! T____T I'm so happy! * __ *
First of all I apologize a casino for the delays in responding to the meme. There were periods of little to do and of immoderate fuck, but who knows me knows that leaving things unfinished is a worm that gnaws at me inside and then at least I am going to answer the first request.
know that will not be easy and probably not exhaustive, but I try.
And so my nykyo asked me Crumbs!
Crumbs ... I can not speak of
crumbs in a second if you do not introduce the first chapter of the trilogy which is basically a prime example of how I see the relationship between Sirius and Severus adolescents. After giving birth
"predestination" (if I read that now makes me smile), I think it is precisely the trilogy "The Bet" that allowed me to shed light on the dynamics of that relationship.
In my sick mind I knew that Sirius and Severus were made for each other. Inextricably. No possibility of escape.
I also knew that they were still wrong for two people to unhappiness for both a set of entirely different reasons. If
with "predestination" from a condition completely reversed (ie, that Death Eaters Severus had become due to the machinations of Albus) was already clear that what binds these two at the beginning is still a passion, almost insane.
Carnal.
not just a stroke of lightning. Just stuff with meat. Bodies that fit perfectly.
But not only that. Or rather, is what makes the difference and unites them beyond everything. They may hate each other and get hurt and destroy, but they are still bodies that fit perfectly in the end. Pieces of that puzzle.
Theirs is a relationship that must be connected otherwise their lives are incomplete.
In fact two are and remain unhappy about the choices we make, however, or those that others make for them.
clarified this (and after an interlude with some other stories) was born "The Bet" . And "winning" is already talk of this carnal relationship that binds them and they will be forever prisoners. They do not accept and do not understand or want to understand what actually interpenetrate. Even in "Prisoners" go beyond what they need to possess.
was already clear that, after the bet and Prisoners (writing that cast), I did not feel satisfied with the narrative cycle. It was an unfinished story. It is felt that their relationship was strong but not how. I did not mean it was just sex though sex and are an inseparable Malevolence (because Sirius and Severus wants so do not mind at all, let's face). The period
"Crumbs" is a period of great inspiration. We chatted until the wee hours on Skype and ideas staple. And Ny is the time he wrote his "The Pride".
There, in that wonder is the inspiration for my Sirius in Azkaban.
That said I do not remember exactly what prompted me to write more than what I said.
There was definitely a hand in New York and Mary (our chats are well known) and certainly there was a desire to contend with the horror of Azkaban.
I remember that my first idea (the dawn) was also wildly pair of them in the dirty cell, but we know that each story takes its own life and those two homunculi there are a force unheard of. Do not allow to write things that fall within the likelihood. Maybe in a porno of the lowest level I would be able to complete my mad plan, but this history has left behind very quickly the idea of making a PWP.
Sirius Sirius is not the teenager, who is a Sirius has almost nothing human. And that there, Sirius does not allow you to write strange and complicated when it embraces barely stand up. But it could be like this. The prison, which Rowling describes the dementors all over with those damn leaves no way out.
It is in this atmosphere of madness and despair that the mere possession flesh it turns out that between those two and there is no always been that other form of ownership. That click unequivocally that makes them part of a one.
There's the beauty blinding and deafening of young Sirius. There is no longer Severus confused and unable to react to their instincts.
can no longer tell stories. Maybe he should have more. They no longer have the power to deceive.
But for them there is hope.
knows Sirius, Severus and knows even more importantly I knew.
I knew the end would do both, even then.
So there is acceptance, finally, the love that binds them (because it is' love even in the most savage of the term) but also the bitter awareness of not being able to live. He had never had the chance. Even Severus, although at the time refuse to see, he felt that there is a reason for the refusal to Sirius. One reason that has no desire to learn right now.
But how could I otherwise try to justify the hatred that Severus rivederselo in front of the Shack? Severus remember or want to remember only his refusal and the huge demand that Sirius gave him. To survive the pain we build an entire galaxy of lies and half truths.
So no romance or schmaltz for my prince couple. They will have discussions and furious arguments (as in the idol of Ny) and misunderstanding fueled by years. But there are also times of unbridled passion because they are tied with double outlet, because sometimes they are small trifles to bind you forever.
All they can do then is to live for those moments.
I can not be clearer than this, but if someone has to argue or ask for an explanation I'm ready!
E 'with the dialogue that I wrote most of my stories. With dialogue, you can probably expand even mutilated this account of my misdeeds. ;) Ps
the construction of the story (of a titanic effort I would say almost!) I did not say anything because I seem to have gutted the thing in different responses to comments, but if anyone has questions ask! The XD
fantastic song that Sirius whispers to the moon is totally mine.
To write the piece with Sirius because it took me a life I was speechless. I only had in mind the image of him laying down that hole and a blade spectral moon (as in bet) that the lights at times. Here too the moon hides un'orrore that in "The bet was that sly smile and the intent" cheat "(XD) of Sirius. Here is Sirius same horror.
short, I had this image and nothing else. A betrayal flashed in my mind that mutilated words aside with frustration until I realized that if I wanted to unlock and continue were precisely the ones that I write. Obviously for me were the words "powerful" the only ones that could explain what I felt to Azkaban.