Liet encounters a beautiful blonde girl and they get to hang out, until the blonde's real identity gets revealed for a reason up to anon.
Toris Lorinaitis knew, from the first time he stepped foot in the Moonshine theatre, that there was going to be trouble.
He had overslept, of course, that morning - it happened to everyone, once in awhile. Though he didn’t end up being late for the lecture on particle physics he did have to skip breakfast and for some reason, the day just went downhill from there. Right after physics, he had to hop on his bike and pedal like a madman towards the other end of campus for his Russian literature class, and didn’t get to eat lunch until almost two o’clock in the afternoon. He had forgotten to eat dinner the night before, as well, as he’d been working on a paper for said cursed Russian Lit class, so this would have been his first meal
( ... )
Re: [Part 15] Shakespeare Was Gender Confused (1b/3)
anonymous
July 9 2011, 06:07:07 UTC
He figured it didn’t really matter. Things just tended to happen to him. Usually, though, they weren’t so dizzyingly positive.
Felicia had a nice laugh. He noticed that right away. She laughed in a way that made her seem like it was her against the rest of the world - all brash and brass and confident. Her millions of copper bracelets jangled as she talked and she had the greenest green eyes that Toris had ever seen. In a space of a single hour Toris realized that he liked her, very, very much.
Then he looked down at his watch. 3:28 pm.
He didn’t say a word. His mouth just fell open and he felt his heart sink like a stone to the bottom of his stomach. Shit. He. Was. Screwed.
“Hey - Hey Lietuva. Liet. Dude. What’s going on?” asked Felicia, waving a jingling hand in front of his face. “You look like someone just, like, died.”
Toris had been on the phone with the director of the play, yesterday, in fact. Ms. Hedervary - though she insisted on being called “Lizzie” - had impressed one very important fact into his brain: Early is on
( ... )
Re: [Part 15] Shakespeare Was Gender Confused (1c/3)
anonymous
July 9 2011, 06:10:26 UTC
At that moment, a man with striking white hair came absolutely screeching out of the stage left wing, chased by a young woman with a large frying pan in her hand. Ah, that would be Elizaveta. Toris fervently hoped that the pan was a prop - er. No. No, it wasn’t. She smacked the white-haired man and he went down, crumpled in unconsciousness.
“Hey, Lizzie!” Felicia called up to her. “Sorry I’m late - bike got a flat, you know how it is.”
“Course I do, Felicia,” Elizaveta said with a vicious smile. She turned the force of her sharp, tiny canines and the attention of her heavy-looking frying pan on the two newcomers, who were standing a safe distance away in the back of the theatre. “Just like I know how it is when I saw you pedaling up with that self-same bicycle, or I know how it is when you skip rehearsal for a week and then skip every other Friday due to ‘personal business’ and are still not off-book
( ... )
Re: [Part 15] Shakespeare Was Gender Confused (1c/3)
anonymous
July 9 2011, 06:15:49 UTC
“I’m Oberon,” said a grumpy voice by Toris’ elbow. He looked up to see a short British man, one of the arguing actors, glaring down at him from beneath a set of impressive eyebrows. “Arthur Kirkland
( ... )
Re: [Part 15] Shakespeare Was Gender Confused (1e/3)
anonymous
July 9 2011, 06:22:44 UTC
Felicia was good about pointing out most of the characters. “Some of them, are like, gen-bent and stuff. We have a lot of guys who wanna try out. And they’re pretty good at Shakespeare - especially that Arthur dude, but he’s majoring in Brit Lit, so whaddya expect, right? Our ‘lovers’ are… umm, Gilbert as Demetrius -“ she pointed to the albino kid who had magically revived himself from his assault at Elizaveta’s hands. “Mei as Helena -“ a short girl from the Asian group. “Ivan as Lysander -“ the frighteningly tall Slavic man. “And Yao as Hermia.” The androgynous Asian. “He totally didn’t wanna be a girl, but he’s just gonna have to suck it up because he looks sooo cute in his toga-thing.” Felicia grinned
( ... )
Re: [Part 15] Shakespeare Was Gender Confused (1f/3)
anonymous
July 9 2011, 06:32:38 UTC
The van was… an actual van. Toris had been expecting - well, a minivan. Or something. Something with seats, yeah, that would have been nice. But no. The vehicle was your standard pedophile-white delivery van, emblazoned on the side with an advertisement for Vargas’ Pizza, Pasta, and Family! restaurant which Veneziano explained that his grandfather owned. He proudly threw open the doors, ushering everyone inside. Antonio bounded in happily, followed by Ludwig and Felicia, seeming used to it. Felicia had grabbed her bike, hoisted it, and tossed it mercilessly against the van bed. Lovino brushed past all of them, throwing open the front door and sitting grumpily in the passenger seat.
“Come on, come on, get in!” Felicia beckoned. “It’s not gonna bite.
Toris grimaced. There were no seatbelts. There were no seats. Surely this wasn’t legal
( ... )
Re: [Part 15] Shakespeare Was Gender Confused (1g/3)
anonymous
July 9 2011, 06:35:50 UTC
"I'll see you all at practice tomorrow, yeah?" she said, addressing no one in particular.
"If I can get there…" Toris said, realizing again how screwed he was without transportation.
"Oh, stop fucking whining, I said I'd help you," Romano snapped from the front seat. Toris didn't remind him that he did not agree to help, just verbally lambasted his brother for volunteering him.
"T-thanks, that's very nice -"
"Aww, Lovi, that's such a sweet thing to say!" Antonio cooed, trying to wiggle through the space between the front seats in order to be able to hug Romano. In the swearing and struggle that followed, Felicia simply gave everyone a half-wave and… just biked away.
Toris noticed her go, and wondered what he did wrong. Her fingers had been shaking on her handlebars.
Re: [Part 15] Shakespeare Was Gender Confused (1g/3)
anonymous
July 9 2011, 16:20:09 UTC
This is amazing! I love your characterization and creepy!Eliza is the best. Feliks and Toris are sooo adorable together
Toris raised his eyebrows at Felicia. She wiggled her own back at him, comically, a look that assured them that "Yes, they are together. Even if it doesn't look like it."
I love that they are already at silent communication level. I will be eagerly awaiting an update talented author!anon
Re: [Part 15] Shakespeare Was Gender Confused (2a/3)
anonymous
July 11 2011, 02:47:46 UTC
Lets pretend I'm posting this properly, shall we?
"You had a pretty good day," Eduard conjectured almost the moment that Toris open the door. He was curled in the far corner of one of the two beds in their shared dorm room, propped up on a pillow and a humming laptop on his lap, his glasses reflecting blue light
( ... )
Re: [Part 15] Shakespeare Was Gender Confused (2b/3)
anonymous
July 11 2011, 02:52:59 UTC
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The next morning Toris was running significantly less late than he had been the morning before - he even had time for breakfast - when he bustled out of his dorm room -
- and then let out a shriek as something large and metal and shiny fell in through the door. For a moment, he had a nightmare vision of some kind of mafia movie, a dead horse in the hallway, falling through his door onto him but of course horses weren't made of metal…
When Toris was finally able to breathe normally and his heart was not threatening to choke him, he took a closer look and realized the mysterious object was a silver bicycle.
There was a piece of paper taped to it. Two very distinct handwritings were looped across the paper. The first was large and slightly feminine.
I hope you like it~! Love, Veniziano
The other was slanted and scratchy, only two words.
Fuck youThat one was Lovino's. The Italian brothers had gotten him a bike. Already
( ... )
Re: [Part 15] Shakespeare Was Gender Confused (2c/3)
anonymous
July 11 2011, 02:57:19 UTC
__________________________________ The next week and a half had Toris in an absolute daze. He met Felicia whenever he could, and they would just… be together. They ate in the Dining Hall, went to practice together, and made out in the green room after everyone had left.
(Actually, they found Elizaveta "sleeping" in the costume closet the second time they did that, and resolved to check the room thoroughly the next time)
Toris did notice that Felicia would always draw away if he put his hands on her too much. Not that he put his hands on her a lot. He wasn't sure what to do with his hands - he was kind of a beginner at this, all told.
Felicia wasn't a beginner, though. She had her fingers stroking down his sides, playing in his hair, on warm palm pressed against his thigh when they kissed. But whenever Toris tried to reciprocate - sliding his hands down just to her hips so he could hold her to him - she flinched a little and gave him a soft, apologetic smile and a not yet or simply I have to goIt wasn't as if Toris minded, he
( ... )
Re: [Part 15] Shakespeare Was Gender Confused (2e/3)
anonymous
July 11 2011, 03:03:10 UTC
Eventually, though, she did begin to slow. Toris wondered if she was getting tired, but soon it was apparent that she'd only slowed because they had finally arrived.
"Tadaaa," she said quietly, slipping off the bike.
It was a field, a vast, golden, empty field of weeds and grass and thick vegetation that looked soft and shone in the midday sun. It was oddly beautiful, and oddly comforting, huge and surrounded completely by trees. Over on the far edge was a dilapidated old barn, grey with age and skeletal with missing planks.
They weren't that far outside the city, Toris thought, and wondered how on earth he had encountered another world. He seemed to be doing that a lot, with Felicia. She calmly lead him places he'd never gone before, and he certainly could not have done that without her help. And her persistence. Her manic, manic persistence
( ... )
Re: [Part 15] Shakespeare Was Gender Confused (2f/3)
anonymous
July 11 2011, 03:05:43 UTC
Toris knew he shouldn't pry. That was the last thing that Felicia needed, not with the way her arms were shaking and her fingers twitching against her knees. But he had to know
( ... )
Re: [Part 15] Shakespeare Was Gender Confused (2f/3)
anonymous
July 11 2011, 03:36:42 UTC
I'm with Toris, my chest hurts. They were so obviously happy together and the field sounded magical and it sucks that he had to find out like that. I hope they can make up because you made them so great together. Love your writing style and I will definetly be awaiting your update.
Liet encounters a beautiful blonde girl and they get to hang out, until the blonde's real identity gets revealed for a reason up to anon.
Toris Lorinaitis knew, from the first time he stepped foot in the Moonshine theatre, that there was going to be trouble.
He had overslept, of course, that morning - it happened to everyone, once in awhile. Though he didn’t end up being late for the lecture on particle physics he did have to skip breakfast and for some reason, the day just went downhill from there. Right after physics, he had to hop on his bike and pedal like a madman towards the other end of campus for his Russian literature class, and didn’t get to eat lunch until almost two o’clock in the afternoon. He had forgotten to eat dinner the night before, as well, as he’d been working on a paper for said cursed Russian Lit class, so this would have been his first meal ( ... )
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Felicia had a nice laugh. He noticed that right away. She laughed in a way that made her seem like it was her against the rest of the world - all brash and brass and confident. Her millions of copper bracelets jangled as she talked and she had the greenest green eyes that Toris had ever seen. In a space of a single hour Toris realized that he liked her, very, very much.
Then he looked down at his watch. 3:28 pm.
He didn’t say a word. His mouth just fell open and he felt his heart sink like a stone to the bottom of his stomach. Shit. He. Was. Screwed.
“Hey - Hey Lietuva. Liet. Dude. What’s going on?” asked Felicia, waving a jingling hand in front of his face. “You look like someone just, like, died.”
Toris had been on the phone with the director of the play, yesterday, in fact. Ms. Hedervary - though she insisted on being called “Lizzie” - had impressed one very important fact into his brain: Early is on ( ... )
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“Hey, Lizzie!” Felicia called up to her. “Sorry I’m late - bike got a flat, you know how it is.”
“Course I do, Felicia,” Elizaveta said with a vicious smile. She turned the force of her sharp, tiny canines and the attention of her heavy-looking frying pan on the two newcomers, who were standing a safe distance away in the back of the theatre. “Just like I know how it is when I saw you pedaling up with that self-same bicycle, or I know how it is when you skip rehearsal for a week and then skip every other Friday due to ‘personal business’ and are still not off-book ( ... )
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“Come on, come on, get in!” Felicia beckoned. “It’s not gonna bite.
Toris grimaced. There were no seatbelts. There were no seats. Surely this wasn’t legal ( ... )
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"If I can get there…" Toris said, realizing again how screwed he was without transportation.
"Oh, stop fucking whining, I said I'd help you," Romano snapped from the front seat. Toris didn't remind him that he did not agree to help, just verbally lambasted his brother for volunteering him.
"T-thanks, that's very nice -"
"Aww, Lovi, that's such a sweet thing to say!" Antonio cooed, trying to wiggle through the space between the front seats in order to be able to hug Romano. In the swearing and struggle that followed, Felicia simply gave everyone a half-wave and… just biked away.
Toris noticed her go, and wondered what he did wrong. Her fingers had been shaking on her handlebars.
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Toris raised his eyebrows at Felicia. She wiggled her own back at him, comically, a look that assured them that "Yes, they are together. Even if it doesn't look like it."
I love that they are already at silent communication level. I will be eagerly awaiting an update talented author!anon
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"You had a pretty good day," Eduard conjectured almost the moment that Toris open the door. He was curled in the far corner of one of the two beds in their shared dorm room, propped up on a pillow and a humming laptop on his lap, his glasses reflecting blue light ( ... )
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The next morning Toris was running significantly less late than he had been the morning before - he even had time for breakfast - when he bustled out of his dorm room -
- and then let out a shriek as something large and metal and shiny fell in through the door. For a moment, he had a nightmare vision of some kind of mafia movie, a dead horse in the hallway, falling through his door onto him but of course horses weren't made of metal…
When Toris was finally able to breathe normally and his heart was not threatening to choke him, he took a closer look and realized the mysterious object was a silver bicycle.
There was a piece of paper taped to it. Two very distinct handwritings were looped across the paper. The first was large and slightly feminine.
I hope you like it~! Love, Veniziano
The other was slanted and scratchy, only two words.
Fuck youThat one was Lovino's. The Italian brothers had gotten him a bike. Already ( ... )
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The next week and a half had Toris in an absolute daze. He met Felicia whenever he could, and they would just… be together. They ate in the Dining Hall, went to practice together, and made out in the green room after everyone had left.
(Actually, they found Elizaveta "sleeping" in the costume closet the second time they did that, and resolved to check the room thoroughly the next time)
Toris did notice that Felicia would always draw away if he put his hands on her too much. Not that he put his hands on her a lot. He wasn't sure what to do with his hands - he was kind of a beginner at this, all told.
Felicia wasn't a beginner, though. She had her fingers stroking down his sides, playing in his hair, on warm palm pressed against his thigh when they kissed. But whenever Toris tried to reciprocate - sliding his hands down just to her hips so he could hold her to him - she flinched a little and gave him a soft, apologetic smile and a not yet or simply I have to goIt wasn't as if Toris minded, he ( ... )
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"Tadaaa," she said quietly, slipping off the bike.
It was a field, a vast, golden, empty field of weeds and grass and thick vegetation that looked soft and shone in the midday sun. It was oddly beautiful, and oddly comforting, huge and surrounded completely by trees. Over on the far edge was a dilapidated old barn, grey with age and skeletal with missing planks.
They weren't that far outside the city, Toris thought, and wondered how on earth he had encountered another world. He seemed to be doing that a lot, with Felicia. She calmly lead him places he'd never gone before, and he certainly could not have done that without her help. And her persistence. Her manic, manic persistence ( ... )
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