Post by Holy Roman Empire on Dec 24, 2013 22:32:44 GMT -6
So, um, it's not quite Christmas here yet... Still have half an hour... I had this short thingy sitting around and have decided that it is a Christmas present! It probably needs work in several places, but I hope you all like it. Merry Christmas, everybody!
{Dont Lie}
I remember everything.
The first words he said to you when you met were "don't lie", and when the story was told to me later, you would tell me how confused you were. Lying was wrong, after all, and you had been taught by your Grandpa to be a good person. Those words were followed by him asking you to kiss him. You refused and ran away, startled. You were still able to run easily then, because your brother's guardian was taking care of you.
He chased you, though the look in his eyes was odd. You told me that he had phrased the question a certain way, though I can't remember it, and you had not lied a bit. You were already special in his eyes.
You asked me about him later, and I explained that his name was Augustus. You smiled and said thank you. You then asked someone about him more. Apparently, his Grandpa, just like yours, had died days ago, leaving him to live with his cousins. His odd albino brother had tagged along too. You looked as though you felt bad for him, which made me feel bad. I hated seeing how little you smiled.
You saw him every day. He would ask you to kiss him. You would run away.
-----
I remember it very well, mostly because of the expression on your face. Your brother's guardian, a man called Antonio, had very little money. He couldn't support you both much longer. Your brother threw a fit. He threw things and screamed, angry because you were Antonio's favorite and your Grandpa's favorite and that it just wasn't fair!
To your brother's surprise and wonderment, though, it was you Antonio had to put up for adoption. Your brother was a troublemaker, but Antonio had a rne could argue with:
"I promised your mother."
You couldn't argue with that. You hadn't been wanted, but you had always thought your mother beautiful for raising you all despite being from a loveless union, from a father your mother would never know, from the most traumatic experience of her life. You thought her a saint, though you'd never know her.
In the end, it hardly mattered. A man called Rodriech agreed to take you in. You moved in and you were in the same house as he was- the boy, Augustus.
He asked if you would kiss him and you ran away.
-----
You were upset at first because you couldn’t see your brother much, which was understandable. Your brother and you were close, or so you thought. You couldn’t seem to see that you had drifted apart when you spent those last days with your Grandpa. Still, you were made happier by Augustus, because you would always know what you would do.
“Don’t lie,” he would say. “Will you kiss me?”
And you would say “No!” and run away.
Once or twice, you exchanged words, but Rodriech would send you off to do chores before you could say much of anything at all.
The first time that you really, really talked to him was the first time in a long time that I saw you really, really smiled, since your Grandpa died, at least. The conversation was a little odd, but you would treasure it in secret all the same.
"Wait! Augustus!" He turned around. "If you want to kiss me, you have to know me first!" As you said this, he frowned.
"I already know that you're beautiful," he answered.
"That's not enough," you answered, "you have to really know who I am! We have to be friends first!" He took awhile thinking before finally nodding.
"Friends... I can do that..." he said. "You haven't lied..."
"Why would I do that?" you murmured, before sticking out your hand. "Anyway, let's start by meeting each other! I'm Feliciano Vargas."
He smiled and said, "I'm Augustus Beildshmiet."
You talked for almost an hour more before Rodriech found you.
-----
I remember especially how happy you were when Elizabetta said that she'd run interference for you and Augustus. She said something about how cute you are together, and something about her husband not understanding gender and true love and identity. You just smiled and nodded, but for whatever reason Augustus's brother Gilbert found this hilarious.
"Ksesese... It really doesn't matter, since you look like a girl!"
Augustus kicked him in the shins for you.
"Don't lie," Augustus said one day absentmindedly as you talked, "but if you could have any wish answered, what would it be?"
Your hand reached out to touch his of its own accord in response to the question before you could take it back. Your skin only barely touched. You do not blush, partially because you rarely do. Besides, you're just friends, right?
"Don't lie."
"I haven't said anything!"
"You were lying somehow, I can tell!"
"How?"
"Ah-" his eyes sunk and you pulled back.
"No. Don't tell me. It doesn't matter." You both were quiet for a long time. The trees rustled in a slight wind. Flowers stood in the garden. It was springtime and quite lovely.
Finally, Augustus spoke. "If it means anything... I wish... I wish I could stay this young, with you, forever." You didn't know what to say to that, so it remains silent until Rodriech gets past Elizibetta and orders you inside.
-----
"Will you let me kiss you now?" he begs you.
"No!" you say, though for a moment I could sear your lips formed the word yes. You are smiling. Perhaps it was simply that.
It doesn't surprise me that he wants to kiss you. You have a beautiful smile.
You are sitting with him outside, trying to paint a rabbit. He pauses before looking at his own painting. I could imagine that he wanted to impress you, but in truth it was a rather warped rabbit.
"I wish I could do that," he said, looking at your immaculate one.
"Oh?" you respond. "Okay! I'll show you!" Before either of you think, your hand is around his and he is blushing and you would be, if you blushed normally. You press on, ignoring your beating heart, as you slowly guide his hand. "You need to make smoother lines, like this," you say.
"It's hard," he whispers. "with you right there next to me to hold the brush straight."
"It should be easier, though, if you can look at mine." On an instinct, you pull his hand across your painting. The smooth lines are traced perfectly.
"Okay," he says, his voice nothing but breathless shock. You try not to lie to yourself and admit that your voice, too, would be somewhat in shock. That has little to do with the hand, and more to do with his new drawing, as it's not a rabbit at all. Instead, you stare in shock as what you thought to be a rabbit turns out it be, well, you.
After your embarrassing impromptu lesson, it's actually quite good.
-----
Once, you were talking to me, and Augustis saw. Confused, he said, "There's no one there!"
I told you not to object before kissing you on the forehead. You still asked quietly, "You mean you can't see her...?"
-----
"Kiss me!"
You simply run away. You do not trust yourself to say anything.
-----
Finally, you are both sitting under a tree on a hill. Rodriech is gone for the day, so you know you can talk for as long as you both need to talk. Everything is silent for a few moments. He whispers, "Don't lie. Will you ever kiss me?" You don't think he meant for you to hear, but you almost answered anyway, and the answer fills you with some emotion for some unknown reason. Instead, though, you work up the courage to ask a question.
"How come you know when I lie?" It was fall and the leaves were on the ground, but the air was suddenly as thick as it is before a summertime storm.
"Your mother... She was a saint," whispered Augustus. "Mine was not."
Despite wanting to, you do not kiss him, but you do hug him tightly, tightly, tightly, until you are both crying.
"I won't let you get hurt," you whisper.
Your heart breaks when you hear him say "don't lie..."
-----
During Christmas, Lovino gives him an evil eyehbors come (loudly) wassaling, and you're happy again.
God, I loved seeing you happy back then.
Your exchange of gifts was wonderful. From him, you got a beautiful necklace. Though you wouldn't normally wear jewelry, you put it on. It's a locket with a piece of painting inside, you see, so it is very special. You give him one of the only things you have: a broom. You're an orphan and he's one too, just in somewhat different circumstances.
Sometime during the season, Gilbert shoves you both under a mistletoe. This, naturally, is very awkward. Augustus shouts, "Will you kiss me?"
You say no. You are not lying. Augustus kicks Gilbert in the shins so he can chase you, but not catch you. The locket hits your chest. You feel rather nice, actually, after everything that he's done for you. It's only been a year, but you trust him so much.
You run around laughing together.
Two weeks later, he runs ahead of you. He is going shopping with you. This is a new development. "Is it melons we're getting?"
"Yeah!"
Shopping is so much more fun with him around.
-----
The next time he runs ahead, the car didn't even stop as it flew by.
(Later, they'd say he was drunk, the driver. That doesn't make it hurt less. Soon after, you begged me to write this, to bury it with him, but I don't think you will.)
You run up to him, shouting for help, CPR! Even if there had been someone, he probably wouldn't have... Well, CPR doesn't bring the dead back to life. You don't care as blood covers your clothes, soaks your locket. You kneel down to him, sobbing as sirens come in. EMTs rush around you, push you away, and you scream even as they shout "Clear!" again and again, before finally admitting to themselves that there is no restarting that heart. The sirens are off now. They prepare to take him into the ambulance. You can't let them do that. Dear God, you'll never see him again if they do that now.
"If you want to kiss me, you have to know me first!"
You won't lie to him.
Like an angel, you sweep through the crowd of medical personnel and crying family members.
(Your painting was forever bloodstained by this, but his signature's still there. Your broom is buried with him.)
Sweetheart, I remember everything an angle, you pushed aside everyone in your path and said three clear words:
"I love you."
Then you kissed him, but it was far too late by then for him to have noticed.
-----
You wouldn't smile again for a long, long time.
I remember everything.
The first words he said to you when you met were "don't lie", and when the story was told to me later, you would tell me how confused you were. Lying was wrong, after all, and you had been taught by your Grandpa to be a good person. Those words were followed by him asking you to kiss him. You refused and ran away, startled. You were still able to run easily then, because your brother's guardian was taking care of you.
He chased you, though the look in his eyes was odd. You told me that he had phrased the question a certain way, though I can't remember it, and you had not lied a bit. You were already special in his eyes.
You asked me about him later, and I explained that his name was Augustus. You smiled and said thank you. You then asked someone about him more. Apparently, his Grandpa, just like yours, had died days ago, leaving him to live with his cousins. His odd albino brother had tagged along too. You looked as though you felt bad for him, which made me feel bad. I hated seeing how little you smiled.
You saw him every day. He would ask you to kiss him. You would run away.
-----
I remember it very well, mostly because of the expression on your face. Your brother's guardian, a man called Antonio, had very little money. He couldn't support you both much longer. Your brother threw a fit. He threw things and screamed, angry because you were Antonio's favorite and your Grandpa's favorite and that it just wasn't fair!
To your brother's surprise and wonderment, though, it was you Antonio had to put up for adoption. Your brother was a troublemaker, but Antonio had a rne could argue with:
"I promised your mother."
You couldn't argue with that. You hadn't been wanted, but you had always thought your mother beautiful for raising you all despite being from a loveless union, from a father your mother would never know, from the most traumatic experience of her life. You thought her a saint, though you'd never know her.
In the end, it hardly mattered. A man called Rodriech agreed to take you in. You moved in and you were in the same house as he was- the boy, Augustus.
He asked if you would kiss him and you ran away.
-----
You were upset at first because you couldn’t see your brother much, which was understandable. Your brother and you were close, or so you thought. You couldn’t seem to see that you had drifted apart when you spent those last days with your Grandpa. Still, you were made happier by Augustus, because you would always know what you would do.
“Don’t lie,” he would say. “Will you kiss me?”
And you would say “No!” and run away.
Once or twice, you exchanged words, but Rodriech would send you off to do chores before you could say much of anything at all.
The first time that you really, really talked to him was the first time in a long time that I saw you really, really smiled, since your Grandpa died, at least. The conversation was a little odd, but you would treasure it in secret all the same.
"Wait! Augustus!" He turned around. "If you want to kiss me, you have to know me first!" As you said this, he frowned.
"I already know that you're beautiful," he answered.
"That's not enough," you answered, "you have to really know who I am! We have to be friends first!" He took awhile thinking before finally nodding.
"Friends... I can do that..." he said. "You haven't lied..."
"Why would I do that?" you murmured, before sticking out your hand. "Anyway, let's start by meeting each other! I'm Feliciano Vargas."
He smiled and said, "I'm Augustus Beildshmiet."
You talked for almost an hour more before Rodriech found you.
-----
I remember especially how happy you were when Elizabetta said that she'd run interference for you and Augustus. She said something about how cute you are together, and something about her husband not understanding gender and true love and identity. You just smiled and nodded, but for whatever reason Augustus's brother Gilbert found this hilarious.
"Ksesese... It really doesn't matter, since you look like a girl!"
Augustus kicked him in the shins for you.
"Don't lie," Augustus said one day absentmindedly as you talked, "but if you could have any wish answered, what would it be?"
Your hand reached out to touch his of its own accord in response to the question before you could take it back. Your skin only barely touched. You do not blush, partially because you rarely do. Besides, you're just friends, right?
"Don't lie."
"I haven't said anything!"
"You were lying somehow, I can tell!"
"How?"
"Ah-" his eyes sunk and you pulled back.
"No. Don't tell me. It doesn't matter." You both were quiet for a long time. The trees rustled in a slight wind. Flowers stood in the garden. It was springtime and quite lovely.
Finally, Augustus spoke. "If it means anything... I wish... I wish I could stay this young, with you, forever." You didn't know what to say to that, so it remains silent until Rodriech gets past Elizibetta and orders you inside.
-----
"Will you let me kiss you now?" he begs you.
"No!" you say, though for a moment I could sear your lips formed the word yes. You are smiling. Perhaps it was simply that.
It doesn't surprise me that he wants to kiss you. You have a beautiful smile.
You are sitting with him outside, trying to paint a rabbit. He pauses before looking at his own painting. I could imagine that he wanted to impress you, but in truth it was a rather warped rabbit.
"I wish I could do that," he said, looking at your immaculate one.
"Oh?" you respond. "Okay! I'll show you!" Before either of you think, your hand is around his and he is blushing and you would be, if you blushed normally. You press on, ignoring your beating heart, as you slowly guide his hand. "You need to make smoother lines, like this," you say.
"It's hard," he whispers. "with you right there next to me to hold the brush straight."
"It should be easier, though, if you can look at mine." On an instinct, you pull his hand across your painting. The smooth lines are traced perfectly.
"Okay," he says, his voice nothing but breathless shock. You try not to lie to yourself and admit that your voice, too, would be somewhat in shock. That has little to do with the hand, and more to do with his new drawing, as it's not a rabbit at all. Instead, you stare in shock as what you thought to be a rabbit turns out it be, well, you.
After your embarrassing impromptu lesson, it's actually quite good.
-----
Once, you were talking to me, and Augustis saw. Confused, he said, "There's no one there!"
I told you not to object before kissing you on the forehead. You still asked quietly, "You mean you can't see her...?"
-----
"Kiss me!"
You simply run away. You do not trust yourself to say anything.
-----
Finally, you are both sitting under a tree on a hill. Rodriech is gone for the day, so you know you can talk for as long as you both need to talk. Everything is silent for a few moments. He whispers, "Don't lie. Will you ever kiss me?" You don't think he meant for you to hear, but you almost answered anyway, and the answer fills you with some emotion for some unknown reason. Instead, though, you work up the courage to ask a question.
"How come you know when I lie?" It was fall and the leaves were on the ground, but the air was suddenly as thick as it is before a summertime storm.
"Your mother... She was a saint," whispered Augustus. "Mine was not."
Despite wanting to, you do not kiss him, but you do hug him tightly, tightly, tightly, until you are both crying.
"I won't let you get hurt," you whisper.
Your heart breaks when you hear him say "don't lie..."
-----
During Christmas, Lovino gives him an evil eyehbors come (loudly) wassaling, and you're happy again.
God, I loved seeing you happy back then.
Your exchange of gifts was wonderful. From him, you got a beautiful necklace. Though you wouldn't normally wear jewelry, you put it on. It's a locket with a piece of painting inside, you see, so it is very special. You give him one of the only things you have: a broom. You're an orphan and he's one too, just in somewhat different circumstances.
Sometime during the season, Gilbert shoves you both under a mistletoe. This, naturally, is very awkward. Augustus shouts, "Will you kiss me?"
You say no. You are not lying. Augustus kicks Gilbert in the shins so he can chase you, but not catch you. The locket hits your chest. You feel rather nice, actually, after everything that he's done for you. It's only been a year, but you trust him so much.
You run around laughing together.
Two weeks later, he runs ahead of you. He is going shopping with you. This is a new development. "Is it melons we're getting?"
"Yeah!"
Shopping is so much more fun with him around.
-----
The next time he runs ahead, the car didn't even stop as it flew by.
(Later, they'd say he was drunk, the driver. That doesn't make it hurt less. Soon after, you begged me to write this, to bury it with him, but I don't think you will.)
You run up to him, shouting for help, CPR! Even if there had been someone, he probably wouldn't have... Well, CPR doesn't bring the dead back to life. You don't care as blood covers your clothes, soaks your locket. You kneel down to him, sobbing as sirens come in. EMTs rush around you, push you away, and you scream even as they shout "Clear!" again and again, before finally admitting to themselves that there is no restarting that heart. The sirens are off now. They prepare to take him into the ambulance. You can't let them do that. Dear God, you'll never see him again if they do that now.
"If you want to kiss me, you have to know me first!"
You won't lie to him.
Like an angel, you sweep through the crowd of medical personnel and crying family members.
(Your painting was forever bloodstained by this, but his signature's still there. Your broom is buried with him.)
Sweetheart, I remember everything an angle, you pushed aside everyone in your path and said three clear words:
"I love you."
Then you kissed him, but it was far too late by then for him to have noticed.
-----
You wouldn't smile again for a long, long time.