[Oneshot] I don't love you, but...
Title: I don't love you, but...
Authors: Zlatvic. Translated from Russian. "
Source: Here
Translation: geminib
Beta: yuuki_saya
Pairing: Akame
Genre: Romance
Rating: R
Disclaimer: The author does not claim: she knows that wanting can't harm.
My remark: Zlatvic is my friend and writes exclusively in Russian. I'm in love with her Akame and just wanted people to read her wonderful, romantic and sensual work of art. She was kind enough to give me her blessing ^_^
I do not love you ... When the spotlight's flash is blinding, and I can't see your eyes in the pitch darkness of the hall... When the applauses and shouts of the audience are deafening, and the ringing in my ears makes it impossible to hear your voice ... When engrossed at work, and after it - surrounded by friends and alcohol ... moving to the beat of the favorite music in the clubs, surrounded by colored smoke, I even believe in it ...
But when the shifting kaleidoscope of images merges into the familiar gray everyday… I remind me about you myself - getting stuck in this love, as in quicksand, trying to resist, denying its existence, trying to prove day and night, that I am entitled to a free and independent life ... But it is even more bogged down ... And unwillingly I fall in love with you again.
You. Your job, your game ...
Rather, it is my game with myself ... Checking at what point in denying the obvious, I won't stand it anymore and press on the "stop" button. When an unfinished bottle of beer will be thrown at the wall and its foaming remains will spread across the floor, in honor of my impotence. But I'm losing to you again and again, forcing you to smear the lipstick on your lips, as if daydreaming, I can feel their suppleness and become a beast-like because of my own insatiability, torturing them for what they do to my independence rights.
I lose, watching when you, hiding the pain, lower your black pencil made-up eyes of a man-monster, and I desire to become one myself, yelling, tearing my vocal cords, only to prevent the tears rolling down from your eyes.
I lose, still clasping my hands into fists, wanting to cover your back, or conceal, blocking you from the blow of the Ara higher school pupils….
You. Yours ... no, our life ... not your game ...
These long, full of wistful tenderness dreamy glances in the morning, when you're sure that I'm still sleeping ... And I fall in love again with your doubts, your idiotic tendency to do things right.
Morning coffee ... When all your indifferent figure cries out your pain, because I choose friends over dinner with you, still you carefully stir the sugar, making sure that not a single crystal remained, confirming the opposite ... And again I fall in love with your tense back and proudly raised chin.
Dinner, while I share it with you ... Even though I come not just for this. You know ... But, prolonging the pleasure, you give me the juicy and the appetizing pieces, forgetting to eat yourself. Unable to hold back the joy ... Frank like this ... Domestic like this ... Mine, like this ... And I fall in love again with your funny ponytail on top of your head, an apron and rolled up above the elbow sleeves...
When we finally reach each other, often without having enough time to reach the bed ... After a satisfying dinner, while barely having time to clean the dishes to the dishwasher, so we do not have to pick up the broken pieces later. And I gladly lick from you the occasional dessert of soy sauce and maple syrup, immensely losing my mind from all your's "ComeOnJin" ...
Or when you're trying in vain to teach me to cook gyoza... When I, boldly interrupting your attempts, flattening you like a dough on the table and take you right there in a cloud of flour ...
On the bed, on a chair, by the wall, in the bathroom, on the floor ... I fall in love again with your passion when you submit yourself to me, with your insatiable greed when you take away all me ...
I do not know how it's possible to love you even more, when since long ago there was not left a single cell, which would not be filled with this feeling ... And how it is possible, while loving, still continuing to fall in love ..
Authors: Zlatvic. Translated from Russian. "
Source: Here
Translation: geminib
Beta: yuuki_saya
Pairing: Akame
Genre: Romance
Rating: R
Disclaimer: The author does not claim: she knows that wanting can't harm.
My remark: Zlatvic is my friend and writes exclusively in Russian. I'm in love with her Akame and just wanted people to read her wonderful, romantic and sensual work of art. She was kind enough to give me her blessing ^_^
I do not love you ... When the spotlight's flash is blinding, and I can't see your eyes in the pitch darkness of the hall... When the applauses and shouts of the audience are deafening, and the ringing in my ears makes it impossible to hear your voice ... When engrossed at work, and after it - surrounded by friends and alcohol ... moving to the beat of the favorite music in the clubs, surrounded by colored smoke, I even believe in it ...
But when the shifting kaleidoscope of images merges into the familiar gray everyday… I remind me about you myself - getting stuck in this love, as in quicksand, trying to resist, denying its existence, trying to prove day and night, that I am entitled to a free and independent life ... But it is even more bogged down ... And unwillingly I fall in love with you again.
You. Your job, your game ...
Rather, it is my game with myself ... Checking at what point in denying the obvious, I won't stand it anymore and press on the "stop" button. When an unfinished bottle of beer will be thrown at the wall and its foaming remains will spread across the floor, in honor of my impotence. But I'm losing to you again and again, forcing you to smear the lipstick on your lips, as if daydreaming, I can feel their suppleness and become a beast-like because of my own insatiability, torturing them for what they do to my independence rights.
I lose, watching when you, hiding the pain, lower your black pencil made-up eyes of a man-monster, and I desire to become one myself, yelling, tearing my vocal cords, only to prevent the tears rolling down from your eyes.
I lose, still clasping my hands into fists, wanting to cover your back, or conceal, blocking you from the blow of the Ara higher school pupils….
You. Yours ... no, our life ... not your game ...
These long, full of wistful tenderness dreamy glances in the morning, when you're sure that I'm still sleeping ... And I fall in love again with your doubts, your idiotic tendency to do things right.
Morning coffee ... When all your indifferent figure cries out your pain, because I choose friends over dinner with you, still you carefully stir the sugar, making sure that not a single crystal remained, confirming the opposite ... And again I fall in love with your tense back and proudly raised chin.
Dinner, while I share it with you ... Even though I come not just for this. You know ... But, prolonging the pleasure, you give me the juicy and the appetizing pieces, forgetting to eat yourself. Unable to hold back the joy ... Frank like this ... Domestic like this ... Mine, like this ... And I fall in love again with your funny ponytail on top of your head, an apron and rolled up above the elbow sleeves...
When we finally reach each other, often without having enough time to reach the bed ... After a satisfying dinner, while barely having time to clean the dishes to the dishwasher, so we do not have to pick up the broken pieces later. And I gladly lick from you the occasional dessert of soy sauce and maple syrup, immensely losing my mind from all your's "ComeOnJin" ...
Or when you're trying in vain to teach me to cook gyoza... When I, boldly interrupting your attempts, flattening you like a dough on the table and take you right there in a cloud of flour ...
On the bed, on a chair, by the wall, in the bathroom, on the floor ... I fall in love again with your passion when you submit yourself to me, with your insatiable greed when you take away all me ...
I do not know how it's possible to love you even more, when since long ago there was not left a single cell, which would not be filled with this feeling ... And how it is possible, while loving, still continuing to fall in love ..