Though as the weight of the world often descends upon nations, now wasn`t the time for games. And it was hard to take him seriously when holding official documents when he was wearing a blue plaid skirt and little button up white shirt (blue brought out the green in his eyes, he had claimed years ago, and white went with like, everything). Now the tired brunette did not cast him disapproving looks or ones of bemusement, but glided by as if Poland could just be passed through, as if he blended into the very walls themselves. With the usual pout that often graced the blonde`s face when he disapproved of something, he decided to voice his opinions of his companion (and when did he not?) "Yo, Liet~ I have your papers that you like, kept bugging me for hours about." With a huff he marched after the other, shoes click-clacking against the floor.
"Ah-wha?" Toris almost looked a little bit surprised as he directed his gaze back from the floor with a distressed look still pasted on his face, which made the other a bit concerned. "Oh yes, those legal documents! Thank you Feliks, I thought maybe you forgot or something." Gratefully, he took them from his arms with a smile. Or, at least he tried to take them from the cage of white cotton and blue trim long sleeves.
Tug, tug, tug Pause. Tuuuuuugtugtug "F-feliks can you let go of them now. . .?" Toris asked with quite the weary smile, one that almost made you think he was used to this by now, which actually enraged the petite blond even more. "Like, absolutely positively no. way! I`ll let these go until you totally answer all my questions!" Feliks demanded, ready to get what he wanted as soon as the inquisitions hit his brain. Questions? All of the sudden? "Could we do this another time, maybe?" Toris sighed as he finished his statement, wishing that only he could move on. He needed these for the upcoming conference among the nations, and it was severely weighing down his brain. So much so, he barely noticed the tinges in Feliks` emerald green eyes. Tinges of mixed hurt and wonder. "No, now. Cause I said so." He took a step back and freed the now slightly-wrinkled papers from Toris` grasp. "Fine." The brunette closed his eyes and frowned, praying that this wouldn`t take too much time. "Uh-umm. . .euhm. . ." Feliks paused for a moment, gripping the papers thus tighter and wrinkling the 70% recycled material even further, trying to gather the main points in his head. They were being obscured by his anger at Toris` totally stupid obliviousness, or something. Trying not to look impatient, the brunette turned his gaze to the wall, waiting for the opposite to speak up. Any time now.
Yep, any time soon. . . . "Uh, Feliks, could you hurry it up a little?" Toris raised an eyebrow just a little. "N-not to be rude but I kinda gotta get going and-"
He was cut off by the blonde`s voice, which was slightly higher-pitched than usual. "You see, that is like totally what I mean! You are like, way too busy these days! Too busy for anyone else, you know. Not even 'short-and-shaky' or 'glasses'!" It all began to spout out at once. "And they are like brothers to you, I mean: come. on." He accentuated the last bit with a now free hand no his hips, the semi-disrepaired papers in his other hand. "A-ah well. . ." Toris tried to defend himself, because he knew once Feliks got going, he went all the way to the ocean and back. But the blonde didn`t stop there. "It`s really getting on my nerves you know! You don`t even pay attention to. . .to. . ." He trailed off, the grip on the abused legal documents. His agitated voice lowered as he looked down from the reflection of his own eyes on the others features down to the polished, neat tile flooring beneath them.
Only now did the thoughts of the conference and the time wasting and those poor legal documents that he finally registered what was going on in that head of Feliks`, or at least he began to realize it now. Though it was a bit late as he approached the slightly sagging figure before him, staring at the ground with a slightly wide-eyed look, one that someone always wore when they had said too much. "Y-yes Feliks?" Toris gulped as he stopped from coming any further, so as not to burst his little bubble of "me space." "-to. . .to. . ." For some odd reason at was as if he had a lack of oxygen, preventing his brain from processing any further vocabulary. Gently, because Toris really could do most things any other way (except for fighting perhaps, but that was a long time ago), he reached into the invisible bubble and placed a soft palm against the immaculate criss-cross of cotton on his shoulders. Almost as if coercing a child, Toris leaned down so that he was level with Feliks. "To?" The brunette echoed.
"T-t-t-t-to m-me." Feliks squeaked out, the last word barely audible. "Uhm. . .pardon?" Toris lightly cocked his head to the side. "I SAID TO ME, YOU BIG DUMMY!" Feliks had managed to raise his head and his voice in a split nanosecond that had Toris reeling for rebuilding of the sound barrier. The former taller nation was knocked back onto his backside, palms upturned against the floor as the small figure above him climbed back onto his soapbox.
"You like, don`t get it at all, Toris!" And although he couldn`t tell yet from this angle, Feliks` eyes began to slightly film with salty water. "Not at all! It`s like you don`t even look my way anymore, for anything you know." Finally he let go of the papers and allowed them to cascade and dust the floor. "Busy with all of this and all of that, it`s so totally unfair." A light sniffle and a tug on the hem of the skirt. "Don`t even see what others do for you, 'cause you are so not looking." He dropped down to his knees, letting the frilled edges crown his knees, and his white socks to tail behind him, ending in the shining brown shoes with their upturned soles as if to declare a belly-up defeat.
"O-others? Do fuh-for me?" Toris managed to stutter after being affronted with so many emotions. He wanted to get up, so badly to go over to him, but he was nervous of the recoil that he knew would come if he went too early. "Yeah, what others do. . ." Feliks answered and didn`t even try to wipe away the few tears coming down his cheeks, like little raindrops. "I-I chose aqua and teal yesterday because th-those colors are eye-catching. But you like, didn`t even notice." His voice was slightly muted and blurred by the affront of sadness. "A-and today it was a matching set, and I thought 'He would totally notice that these go together after all of the years I talked about how totally awesome it was for clothes to match' but you were too busy, of course." Head lowered below his shoulders, he said no more.
"You though about all of that. . .for me?" Toris was genuinely confused. "Y-you know usually people chose what they want to wear for themselves, as they are wearing it, uh. . .yeah?" Toris smiled weakly, but he knew he was missing the point somehow. "Ugh, you are like soooo dense!" Feliks raised his head again, beautiful gems of emerald blurred with water. "I make sure that I dress just right for you to look my way!" He shouted now, empowered once again as he balled up his fists. And in a voice as gossamer as spiders thread, he whispered, "Because. . .I love you." "F-for me to. . .look your way." The brunette repeated it as if he couldn`t believe it.
From his point of view, he would look at Feliks` even if he was dressed up as a cat (which, that did happen) or some sort of outlandish thing. Because, I love you. "Feliks." Toris said as he got off of the ground and dusted off his pants gently. Black shoes eventually crossed into the line of view, as Feliks had brought his head down once again so he wouldn`t be embarrassed by his tears. "Feliks." He said again, as comforting as possible, all thoughts of business and papers thrown out the window, as crumpled as the documents were at this point. "You know I would always look back at you no matter what." He tried to coax the other into looking at him with one hand below his chin, raising the smaller one`s face to look into his eyes, the irises still blurred with wetness. "Even when I`m busy you know that soon enough I`ll always be here, and that`s happened plenty of times before." He felt like an adult reassuring the little one who`s gentle heart was always troubled by an unknowing doubt. Toris used his other hand to dab at Feliks` eyes, earning a small squeak of displeasure. "S-sure, you like, say that now and all." A few trails of water managed to trail all the way down his face, moving past his lips and against Toris` hands.
"See, all of your crying is making a mess." Toris said in a hushed voice, as if Feliks was the only one that mattered to him in the world right now. Even if in reality they were in the bright white hallway with the shining tile flooring glittered with fluorescent lights. "Y-you like, totally made me!" Feliks whined, sniffling even more. "If this gets on the shirt it`ll like, mess it up" "Then I`ll make sure it doesn`t land on your shirt," was the taller ones simple reply. "And like, how." The blond stated, gripping his plaid-covered knees with tired hands. "Simple." And Toris moved the hand that was holding Feliks` face upright so that it would close the space between them.
And in that second, Feliks` was sure that every previous thought of resentment and doubt had crumbled to dust, and returned his sweet gentle kiss. Toris eventually pulled away with the bright, familiar smile that Feliks remembered from their shared youth.
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Re: Pretty in Pink [2/??]
(Anonymous) 2009-04-23 05:13 am (UTC)(link)"Yo, Liet~ I have your papers that you like, kept bugging me for hours about." With a huff he marched after the other, shoes click-clacking against the floor.
"Ah-wha?" Toris almost looked a little bit surprised as he directed his gaze back from the floor with a distressed look still pasted on his face, which made the other a bit concerned. "Oh yes, those legal documents! Thank you Feliks, I thought maybe you forgot or something." Gratefully, he took them from his arms with a smile. Or, at least he tried to take them from the cage of white cotton and blue trim long sleeves.
Tug, tug, tug
Pause.
Tuuuuuugtugtug
"F-feliks can you let go of them now. . .?" Toris asked with quite the weary smile, one that almost made you think he was used to this by now, which actually enraged the petite blond even more.
"Like, absolutely positively no. way! I`ll let these go until you totally answer all my questions!" Feliks demanded, ready to get what he wanted as soon as the inquisitions hit his brain.
Questions? All of the sudden? "Could we do this another time, maybe?" Toris sighed as he finished his statement, wishing that only he could move on. He needed these for the upcoming conference among the nations, and it was severely weighing down his brain. So much so, he barely noticed the tinges in Feliks` emerald green eyes. Tinges of mixed hurt and wonder.
"No, now. Cause I said so." He took a step back and freed the now slightly-wrinkled papers from Toris` grasp. "Fine." The brunette closed his eyes and frowned, praying that this wouldn`t take too much time.
"Uh-umm. . .euhm. . ." Feliks paused for a moment, gripping the papers thus tighter and wrinkling the 70% recycled material even further, trying to gather the main points in his head. They were being obscured by his anger at Toris` totally stupid obliviousness, or something.
Trying not to look impatient, the brunette turned his gaze to the wall, waiting for the opposite to speak up.
Any time now.
Yep, any time soon.
. . .
"Uh, Feliks, could you hurry it up a little?" Toris raised an eyebrow just a little. "N-not to be rude but I kinda gotta get going and-"
Re: Pretty in Pink [3/??]
(Anonymous) 2009-04-23 05:15 am (UTC)(link)"A-ah well. . ." Toris tried to defend himself, because he knew once Feliks got going, he went all the way to the ocean and back. But the blonde didn`t stop there.
"It`s really getting on my nerves you know! You don`t even pay attention to. . .to. . ." He trailed off, the grip on the abused legal documents. His agitated voice lowered as he looked down from the reflection of his own eyes on the others features down to the polished, neat tile flooring beneath them.
Only now did the thoughts of the conference and the time wasting and those poor legal documents that he finally registered what was going on in that head of Feliks`, or at least he began to realize it now. Though it was a bit late as he approached the slightly sagging figure before him, staring at the ground with a slightly wide-eyed look, one that someone always wore when they had said too much.
"Y-yes Feliks?" Toris gulped as he stopped from coming any further, so as not to burst his little bubble of "me space."
"-to. . .to. . ." For some odd reason at was as if he had a lack of oxygen, preventing his brain from processing any further vocabulary.
Gently, because Toris really could do most things any other way (except for fighting perhaps, but that was a long time ago), he reached into the invisible bubble and placed a soft palm against the immaculate criss-cross of cotton on his shoulders. Almost as if coercing a child, Toris leaned down so that he was level with Feliks.
"To?" The brunette echoed.
"T-t-t-t-to m-me." Feliks squeaked out, the last word barely audible.
"Uhm. . .pardon?" Toris lightly cocked his head to the side.
"I SAID TO ME, YOU BIG DUMMY!" Feliks had managed to raise his head and his voice in a split nanosecond that had Toris reeling for rebuilding of the sound barrier. The former taller nation was knocked back onto his backside, palms upturned against the floor as the small figure above him climbed back onto his soapbox.
"You like, don`t get it at all, Toris!" And although he couldn`t tell yet from this angle, Feliks` eyes began to slightly film with salty water. "Not at all! It`s like you don`t even look my way anymore, for anything you know." Finally he let go of the papers and allowed them to cascade and dust the floor. "Busy with all of this and all of that, it`s so totally unfair." A light sniffle and a tug on the hem of the skirt. "Don`t even see what others do for you, 'cause you are so not looking." He dropped down to his knees, letting the frilled edges crown his knees, and his white socks to tail behind him, ending in the shining brown shoes with their upturned soles as if to declare a belly-up defeat.
Re: Pretty in Pink [4/4]
(Anonymous) 2009-04-23 05:17 am (UTC)(link)"Yeah, what others do. . ." Feliks answered and didn`t even try to wipe away the few tears coming down his cheeks, like little raindrops. "I-I chose aqua and teal yesterday because th-those colors are eye-catching. But you like, didn`t even notice." His voice was slightly muted and blurred by the affront of sadness. "A-and today it was a matching set, and I thought 'He would totally notice that these go together after all of the years I talked about how totally awesome it was for clothes to match' but you were too busy, of course." Head lowered below his shoulders, he said no more.
"You though about all of that. . .for me?" Toris was genuinely confused. "Y-you know usually people chose what they want to wear for themselves, as they are wearing it, uh. . .yeah?" Toris smiled weakly, but he knew he was missing the point somehow.
"Ugh, you are like soooo dense!" Feliks raised his head again, beautiful gems of emerald blurred with water. "I make sure that I dress just right for you to look my way!" He shouted now, empowered once again as he balled up his fists. And in a voice as gossamer as spiders thread, he whispered, "Because. . .I love you."
"F-for me to. . .look your way." The brunette repeated it as if he couldn`t believe it.
From his point of view, he would look at Feliks` even if he was dressed up as a cat (which, that did happen) or some sort of outlandish thing.
Because, I love you.
"Feliks." Toris said as he got off of the ground and dusted off his pants gently. Black shoes eventually crossed into the line of view, as Feliks had brought his head down once again so he wouldn`t be embarrassed by his tears.
"Feliks." He said again, as comforting as possible, all thoughts of business and papers thrown out the window, as crumpled as the documents were at this point. "You know I would always look back at you no matter what." He tried to coax the other into looking at him with one hand below his chin, raising the smaller one`s face to look into his eyes, the irises still blurred with wetness. "Even when I`m busy you know that soon enough I`ll always be here, and that`s happened plenty of times before." He felt like an adult reassuring the little one who`s gentle heart was always troubled by an unknowing doubt. Toris used his other hand to dab at Feliks` eyes, earning a small squeak of displeasure. "S-sure, you like, say that now and all." A few trails of water managed to trail all the way down his face, moving past his lips and against Toris` hands.
"See, all of your crying is making a mess." Toris said in a hushed voice, as if Feliks was the only one that mattered to him in the world right now. Even if in reality they were in the bright white hallway with the shining tile flooring glittered with fluorescent lights.
"Y-you like, totally made me!" Feliks whined, sniffling even more. "If this gets on the shirt it`ll like, mess it up"
"Then I`ll make sure it doesn`t land on your shirt," was the taller ones simple reply.
"And like, how." The blond stated, gripping his plaid-covered knees with tired hands.
"Simple." And Toris moved the hand that was holding Feliks` face upright so that it would close the space between them.
And in that second, Feliks` was sure that every previous thought of resentment and doubt had crumbled to dust, and returned his sweet gentle kiss. Toris eventually pulled away with the bright, familiar smile that Feliks remembered from their shared youth.
"See? No more tears."
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(Anonymous) 2009-04-23 05:34 am (UTC)(link)Re: Pretty in Pink [4/4]
(Anonymous) 2009-04-23 01:17 pm (UTC)(link)Re: Pretty in Pink [4/4]
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