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Post by Feliciano Vargas on May 24, 2015 2:00:43 GMT -8
Tee hee sleeping headcannons huh? That's fun!
I think the way Feli sleeps depends a lot on the situation. Thanks to his job and living arrangement, he's learned how to sleep in all manner of places and conditions. He usually sleeps curled up to preserve as much body heat as he can, as well as minimize his chances of being seen. Feli also loves sleeping with others (I mean that in the most innocent way possible.) But unlike when he's awake, Feli is very greedy when sleeping with someone, he likes to steal the blankets and roll himself in them like he's cocooned, he's also pretty clingy in his sleep, he finds the sound of a person's heartbeat to be very soothing and his absolute favorite way to sleep is nestled up against someone, with their arms wrapped around him. He likes feeling safe and cared for, and because he spends most of his time at the Bunker, caring for others, he rarely gets to be spoiled. So when he does, it's nearly impossible to untangle yourself from him.
^^; well there you go.
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Post by Feliciano Vargas on May 23, 2015 18:30:19 GMT -8
Words: 564 Notes: Poor obliviously infatuated Feli... Feliciano blinked, surprised as always about Ludwig’s concern for him. His patrons were usually kind and friendly to him, but their conversations were rarely focused on his life. Feliciano didn’t mind it usually, it was part of his job, after all, to make those who sit at his bar feel welcomed, feel special and wanted. It was one of the best parts of his job, bolstering the mood of his regulars with a warm smile and a drink and making them forget about their troubles for a while.But Ludwig was different, had been different for a long time. Ludwig always worried; it was an integral part of him. No matter the situation, Ludwig considered every possible outcome and had a contingency plan in place to respond accordingly; it was what made him such an effective politician after all. And though it was only natural for Ludwig to extend his worry to those in his life, Feliciano couldn’t help but feel honored, knowing that Ludwig actually considered his well-being. All too often, Feliciano was a means to an end, a smiling face and a warm laugh that soothed frayed nerves, a tool to resolve a tiring problem plaguing the Underground. So when Lud actually voiced concern about Feliciano, looking at him with that adorable crease in his brow, Feli couldn’t help but respond. “Awwww, Luddi!” He all but tackled the larger man, unable to resist the urge to indulge in another hug. He looked up at the politician, his amber colored eyes dancing fondly. “You really are too kind to worry about the Bunker and me…. But I promise, I’ll be fine! I never get in trouble for hanging out with you! Boss is all too happy to have someone so important as a regular, he wants to keep you happy and coming back! That’s why we have a third bartender on these nights! Besides it’s only once a month, I can easily make it up! Luddi shouldn’t worry, so long as you keep coming to the Bunker, I’ll be here to welcome you for a long time yet, I promise!” Deciding he’d pushed his luck enough, Feliciano pulled away and jumped to his feet, anxious to steal away with his friend. It was past midnight, late for most people, but for Feli, the night was young. And with Ludwig at his side, the Italian couldn’t help but be excited about the promise the hours ahead held for them. Even if Ludwig was an anxious person by nature, just the thought of having the man all to himself, gave Feliciano the strangest feeling of calm. There was just something about the MP that made Feliciano feel like a different person. Despite their difference in education, in philosophy, in standing, Ludwig never seemed to see anything but the best in Feliciano. And for the brief hours that Feliciano spent in his company, it was easy to imagine that he was the person, Luddi seemed to believe he was. “Don’t worry about the chips, Beck would be all too happy to eat them! Come on! If we hurry, I bet we can catch the beginning of the game!” He finished the rest of his drink and tugged eagerly on Lud’s hand, beaming broadly. Normally, he loved the Bunker, but now that his friend had actually agreed to spend time alone with him, he couldn’t wait to escape. made by MISSO for KAT
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Post by Feliciano Vargas on May 23, 2015 17:23:33 GMT -8
Welcome back bro!
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Post by Feliciano Vargas on May 23, 2015 17:21:50 GMT -8
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Post by Feliciano Vargas on Apr 19, 2015 12:17:52 GMT -8
Ah hug! From Luddi! Feliciano could barely believe his luck! The German had made it clear from the very beginning that he was not “the hugging type” and Feli had done his very best to respect that… Well, he certainly tried to… There was just something about Ludwig that seemed to drag the Italian to him like a magnet. He was just so… warm… the kind of warmth that defeated the dreary London chill in a heartbeat. But more than that, Feli could sense a certain level of need from the man before him. Ludwig hid it well, but the Italian could just feel it whenever the man was near, a sense of self-imposed isolation that felt far too similar to his own. It wasn’t all that surprising, despite their differing personalities. They both held jobs, difficult, powerful jobs that didn’t leave much room or security for companionship, never mind intimacy. Feli had accepted the fact a long time ago, and from the looks of it, so had Ludwig. But it didn’t make the isolation any easier to bear. And that’s what did it; in the end, Feli couldn’t sit so near to such loneliness, not without trying to ease it. At first Ludwig had protested, clearly uncomfortable and unaccustomed to such displays of affection, but as time had gone on, those protests grew fainter and fainter until they disappeared all together. Feli could almost believe that Ludwig even enjoyed their brief moments of contact. Almost. Deep down, Feli knew Lud did it mostly to humor him. But if he was truly honest with himself, he did it to comfort himself, just as much as he did it to comfort Ludwig. And so, when Ludwig wrapped his arms around Feli’s shoulders, Feli couldn’t help but sigh contentedly, buried in Lud’s familiar scent and warmth. He closed his eyes to relish the moment, far too often lately, Ludwig hadn’t been able to make it, or was far too preoccupied with such trivialities. Feliciano was so wrapped up in the moment that he almost missed Lud’s soft apology. It never failed to amaze him that such a respected and, yes, feared, politician could sound so gentle. It was hard to believe in that moment that he was the same man. Reluctantly, Feli pulled away from the hug, still carrying Lud’s familiar scent with him as he settled back in the seat. He smiled up at Lud, a special smile that he kept in reserve specifically for the blonde. “Don’t fret so much, Luddi!” He said, patting his shoulder. “You’re busy. I know you can’t always come to see me. You have to help run a country! I’m just glad you still do from time to time. It makes me happy that you still remember me, even when you’re so busy.” He laughed and nudged Lud’s neglected drink closer to him. “Don’t worry about being late. Your table will always be here, for as long as you want it!” With that, he smiled and took a deep drink from his wineglass. Between the wine and Lud, he felt incredibly warm, his cheeks rosy, even in the dimmed light of the bar. And as an added bonus, Luddi had even agreed to spend time with him outside of the Bunker! Feli had to work hard to quash the bubble of excitement that rose in his chest at the thought. Outings were extremely rare for the friends and Feli couldn’t believe his luck. Lud had immediately dismissed the idea of a club, which was okay with Feliciano. As much as he would love to see the blonde dance, he couldn’t help but beam at the thought of being able to have a real conversation with Ludwig, somewhere away from the music and din of other patrons. “There’s a nice little place I know of, I think they’re showing a rerun of the Manchester game. Would you like to see it?” He suggested, trying not to sound too hopeful. “I missed it, but Beck told me it was a great game to watch.” He resisted the urge to grab Lud’s hand and instead rested his hands in his lap. With any luck, he might get to more time with his dearest friend. And maybe… just maybe… he might be able to get a few more smiles sent his way before the night was done. made by MISSO for KAT
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Post by Feliciano Vargas on Apr 19, 2015 11:17:30 GMT -8
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Post by Feliciano Vargas on Apr 19, 2015 11:15:34 GMT -8
Words: 624 Notes: Feli snuck some angst in... Feliciano had always been a being of touch. Caresses, hugs, kisses—anything to remind himself that he was not alone, that someone cared for him—even if only for that moment. It was so hard, here in this country, in this age, to find anyone who would grant him those brief moments of intimacy. All too often, his requests were begrudgingly granted, mocked, or just outright denied. But not with Sadik. Sadik was all too eager to stroke, to caress, to kiss and he did so intuitively, almost as though he could see Feli’s need reflected in his amber eyes. And so when Saddi made his entrance, as sudden and exuberant as a cloudburst, and collected Feli into a tight hug, he couldn’t help but feel his heartbeat kick up a notch. He smiled, not minding the water. It was worth it to see Sadik’s curls plastered to his forehead, the dark strands framing those gorgeous olive colored eyes. His skin seemed to glisten, making his strong features all the more prominent. One day, Feli was going to have to capture those features, that crooked smile, on canvas. But for now, he was all too content to be wrapped in Sadik’s embrace and to hear his rough whisper suggesting tempting possibilities in his ear. There was a brief moment of guilt, a second where reality set in. As fun as nights with Saddi were, it wasn’t truly where Feli wanted to be. He liked those mischievous eyes, but he didn’t love them. It wasn’t Sadik’s hugs that Feli ached for. His smile slipped for just a moment before his mind caught back up. It was okay that he didn’t love Sadik, Sadik had certainly made it clear that this wasn’t a romantic encounter, right from the beginning. And if it felt like a shallow recreation of the intimacy Feli really craved? Well, it was up to Feli to decide what he wanted out of their time together. Feli couldn’t help but laugh at himself—how foolish of him! He’d learned long ago not to attach meaning to the meaningless. He was with Sadik tonight because he wanted to be; because being with Sadik was fun. No point in pining over what he wished he had. Life (and especially his) was too short to waste on wishful thinking. “Saddi doesn’t have to make it up to me!” He replied with playful kiss to Sadik’s jaw. “It must have been important to go out in this awful weather.” He looked down at his pants and laughed, sometimes Sadik was not particularly subtle in his intentions. “Ve... But if you didn’t like the pants, you could have just said so… Now we’re both going to catch a cold.” He laughed as he slid gracefully out of his damp pants. Sadik had always appreciated grace and so Feli made a point to give him just what he wanted. Now that his clothes had been dealt with, Feli began unbuttoning Sadik’s shirt, fingers just skimming over the exposed skin as he went. If this was just a game to the both of them, it might as well be a fun one. Once he peeled off the soaked shirt, Feli fetched a towel and looped it around Sadik’s head, tenderly trying those damp ringlets. “How about this… you relax and get dried off and I’ll make something delicious for you and we can…explore new ways to warm up, si?” He smiled up at him, a special smile ripe with possibilities. It’s not like he had anywhere he needed to be today and with the rain still pounding a steady rhythm outside, there was plenty of time for some indoor activities. There were certainly worse ways to spend a rainy day. made by MISSO for KAT
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Post by Feliciano Vargas on Mar 15, 2015 9:13:05 GMT -8
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Post by Feliciano Vargas on Mar 10, 2015 14:17:25 GMT -8
His hard work had paid off! Feliciano felt his chest fill with excitement as Gilbert settled more comfortably in his chair. He didn’t fail to notice the appraising look the silver-haired man gave him; Gilbert was not a secretive man in his emotions. The question was… what was he after? Feli couldn’t begin to guess. He had seen lust before—more times than he could count really—but that’s not what was in Gil’s eyes… not exactly. But if it wasn’t lust, what would he possibly want with a lowly bartender? Whatever it was, Feli had to be careful—anyone, asking the right questions, could unravel his entire world. No one, not even intriguing young men with striking eyes, was going to throw the little Italian off of his game. He turned back to the man with a winning smile, even as he eyed the rest of the bar. It was still slow, with most of their patrons still engrossed in the music or his beautiful fellow bartender, Beck. Feli was content with the situation; it meant he had more time with this enigma of a man before him. He smiled and poured his own small drink, eager to listen as Gil glossed over his personal history. He was very vague, clearly used to being on the other side of the interview, but Feli didn’t exactly come away empty handed. So he was a reformed troublemaker? Feli couldn’t help but smile, thinking back to his own former troublemaker brother, wondering what Lovino might have to say about being compared to this flamboyantly charismatic man. And someone had loved him enough to intervene and set him straight… Gilbert was very lucky in that respect. Feli felt a sense of understanding welling up for his silvered hair patron—he was clearly trying to be a good person, but underneath his personality yearned for freedom, rattling at the bars constructed by society and searching for an escape. Feliciano certainly sympathized. But a journalist? That was especially concerning. Those were the ones who were especially adept at sniffing out stories, and Feliciano reconsidered his previous opinion of Gil. While the German might seem like a straightforward man, he was still a journalist and so Feli had to assume that there was more to Gilbert Rothstein than he had noted. He had been so focused on analyzing Gilbert that he hadn’t even noticed the conversation had switched over to him. He blinked as he heard the German tell him that he didn’t seem right as a bartender and Feli had to work hard not to show the panic that gripped him. There was a pause in the conversation and Feli gripped the counter, out of silver-haired man’s sight, trying to figure out what brought on that comment. Had he slipped in some way? Did Gil get a glimpse at the cold hearted assassin that lurked beneath his smiling amber eyes? He couldn’t help the sigh of relief when Gilbert continued—telling him that he should be a teacher. Ha! Now that was a good one! Feli laughed at the very idea of being responsible for a classroom of little children. “Do you often give career advice to strangers?” He giggled as he gestured to the bar room. “Why would I want to be a bar tender? Why not?! I love it here! I love my customers and I love getting to think up new combinations to wow them! My job is to erase all the my clients worries and to make them happy! Why would I want to do anything else?” He leaned forward, feeling a bit mischievous. The man clearly wasn’t above flirting, hopefully he could take it as easily as he dished it out. Feli gave him a secretive smile and he stopped just a few inches away from the German’s face. His voice was soft, barely audible over the background music and conversations and he spoke slowly to make sure Gil understood every word. “Besides… If I wasn’t a bartender, I never would have met you.” He pulled back, his eyes dancing merrily. This man was more fun than he thought. made by MISSO for KAT
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Post by Feliciano Vargas on Mar 10, 2015 13:29:40 GMT -8
Words: 522 Notes: ... this is why you don't open your door at 3 am Feliciano was just about to resign himself to another cold night, curled up in his sleeping bag when the door was finally flung open and Luci—looking like an angel in that moment, dragged him inside. He caught the worried look in her eyes as she took in the pitiful sight he was certain he presented at her door. He couldn’t help but smile weakly at her words… one of the things he liked about Luci was that she certainly wasn’t afraid to speak her mind. But when she asked about the blood, Feli’s tired mind ground to a halt. The blood? Who did it belong to? Most of it was his target’s—a vicious mobster with the physical constitution of a pit bull. But all of it? Feliciano vaguely remembered some other figures, some baring knives, some baring bats… And now his ribs were burning, radiating a sickening warmth through his chest and causing his stomach to churn. “I… I’m not sure… I don’t think so…” his chilled fingers found hers and he gingerly pulled them away from his coat. She might be willing to shelter him, but she certainly didn’t need to see the extent of the carnage he was carrying with him. Biting his lip to will the pain and nausea away, Feli carefully shed his coat and shirt, wincing as the wet fabric parted from sensitive skin. Looking down, the little Italian was relieved to see nothing too concerning. There was an angry looking bruise that was blossoming on his left side—broken ribs for sure, and his torso and arms were littered with bruises, welts, and cuts (including pretty nasty one on his right bicep) but there was nothing that could be considered life threatening. With a practiced smile and a carefully concealed wince, Feli quickly wrapped up his soiled clothes into a tight bundle. “Okay… most of it isn’t mine, si?” He said, fighting the urge to lean against the wall—he knew all too well how hard it was to scrub blood stains off of it later. He looked longingly towards the bathroom, praying she wouldn’t mind him being too rude for making a beeline for the shower. The thought of hot water, soothing his battered and aching muscles, nearly brought tears to his eyes. “D-Do you mind if I used your shower? I just don’t want to bleed on carpet or furniture?” He had clamped his other hand down on the cut on his arm, hoping to staunch the blood flow… perhaps after this, he should invest in a suturing kit or something, but for now, he’d be content with a nice shower and some bandages. He looked up to meet Luci’s gaze and knew he had to provide some sort of reassurance that he wasn’t going to drop dead in the next 20 minutes. So despite his exhaustion and protesting body, Feli managed a cheerful smile and used his free hand to pat her shoulder. “Don’t look at me like that, Luci! I’m just a little banged up! I just need to get cleaned up and I’ll be good as new, you’ll see!”made by MISSO for KAT
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Post by Feliciano Vargas on Feb 1, 2015 14:08:31 GMT -8
Words: 728 Notes: Finally seeing Feli work... kinda...What else is new? Sometimes it was nice to have connections. If he had to take down a well known target, such as one Samuel Bucciarelli, he would prefer to do it as quietly as possible so to avoid any unwanted suspicion. Feliciano had managed to survive this business by carefully tailoring his hits—keeping them as far as he could from the public spotlight. But to do that, one usually needs a better understanding of the target—far beyond what you can pick up from dossiers. Most assassins didn’t bother with this kind of legwork, but then again, most assassins weren’t so precariously balancing two lives.
Yes, it probably would have been better to have been a member of the party and certainly more fun, Feliciano mused as he adjusted his apron and shifted the serving platter in his hand. But he had to admit, attending as part of the staff was far more anonymous. He moved through the crowd, amazed by how few people even bothered to look him in the eye as the snatched up whatever artistically arranged appetizers he happened to be carrying. It appeared Angelo was right. No one cares about the hired help—it’s the perfect disguise. It had also been much easier than he’d expected to fake being an employee, the harried management had far more on their plates than what freshfaced youth pops in to staff their gatherings; there was money to made. And so Feli could move, almost completely invisible, through the mix of mafia, politicians, socialites, and the regular mix of mongrels, circling the big fishes with dreams of power fresh in their gluttonous eyes. He really was going to have to try this method out more often…
Feliciano waited until the party was nearing its climax; no one would be looking for him—not until he should be reporting back to the kitchen with an empty platter. Feli figured he’d have about 15 minutes before anyone in the kitchen would notice his absence. Now was the time to search, to scope out what he needed to know. As soon as Feliciano stepped out of the kitchen with his new platter, he carefully disposed of the appetizers and slipped out into the quiet hall, his ears still ringing from the chatter and music that he had just left behind. He took a precious moment to relish this novel silence before tucking the platter under his arm and padding through the halls. From what he’d learned from Angelo, his newest target was spending the night in room 434. Getting in to the room wouldn’t be a problem. Getting out and getting back to the kitchen before anyone gets suspicious was going to be far tricker…
He frowned as he turned the corner and caught the sight of an unexpected guest. She was exquisite, a beautiful young blonde, dressed to the nines and clearly belonging downstairs, toasting good fortune with one of the most despised enemies of the Vanore family. So why is she here, alone with nothing but a cardkey for company? Feli took a brief moment to appreciate the graceful arch of her shoulders, the curves of her body so carefully accentuated by the clinging fabric of her evening gown. If Feliciano wasn’t working, he’d approach her in a heartbeat. Beauty like that deserves to be praised… to be sought after. Except now he was working and she presented a very real obstacle… He couldn’t very well break into Bucciarelli’s room with a witness. And he couldn’t risk trying to escort her away from the hall. Anonymity only works in a crowd and the last thing Feli needed was to have someone remember his face when Bucciarelli finally expired. He was kitchen staff, after all, and his presence up here would immediately be suspicious. And so with a heavy heart, Feli turned to beat a quiet retreat back towards the party.
He sensed, more than saw the blonde turn around to see him. Escape wouldn’t be so easy now. A brief moment of panic seized him, but when he turned to face her, there was nothing but a courteous smile on his face. “Good evening. Are you lost, bella?” When in doubt, play innocent. Naiveté and charm had pulled him out of more tight spots than he’d care to remember. There was no reason to expect that this would be any different. made by MISSO for KAT
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Post by Feliciano Vargas on Jan 14, 2015 21:03:26 GMT -8
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Post by Feliciano Vargas on Dec 31, 2014 14:17:00 GMT -8
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Notes: “Heracles…” Feliciano tried the name, feeling it roll off of his tongue. It was beautiful, a truly traditional name and just pronouncing it filled Feliciano with warmth. He missed the Mediterranean, the salty air, the heat of it, the taste of it. He wondered if the man standing in front of him dreamt of old homes, of childhood paths and hideaways, he wondered if he ever ached to hear his mother tongue once more, to be surrounded by it. Feliciano smiled and tilted his head as he took the man’s hand in an exuberant shake; it felt nice to meet another foreigner. As much as he enjoyed living in London but Feliciano did find that he seemed drawn to other transplants to the city. Like Luddi and Sadik, Feliciano was attracted to foreigners like a magnet. Though their cultures were drastically different, the feeling of being on the outside was an all too common feeling. Plus, As Feli found out, nostalgia seemed to make people talkative and he could easily learn all about the countries they came from. And if he was really Really lucky, he might even get to try some of their native food. He couldn’t help but drool a bit as he thought about the last dinner he had at Sadik’s apartment. Perhaps this Heracles guy would be just as generous—both with his stories and his food. “I do love Corinthian,” Feliciano admitted, sidling closer to the man, eager to continue their conversation. “I didn’t see them a lot but when you see a master craftsman’s work…it truly is a work of art. It’s hard to take your eyes off of them. But that’s why I prefer the Doric, they are simple enough to complement the other works of art, not overshadow them.” Ah, there it is. Feli gave him an empathetic smile as he heard the nostalgia in Heracles’ voice as he spoke of the columns, as he spoke of home. He understood the feeling all too well. “It’s hard being away from home, si?” His eyes grew wet, even though his memories of home were often not happy ones, he still ached for his sunlight, for his country. He rested a hand on the man’s shoulder, still smiling warmly. “If you have time, I’d love to talk you more, perhaps over coffee?” He didn’t have the money for it, but at least he could sit somewhere warm and listen to an intriguing person. He looked down and fiddled with his sleeves, trying to figure out the best way to word it. “Ve…. I just…I love history and none of my professors ever talked bout it the way you did…” He looked up hopefully, trying to gauge the man’s reaction. Maybe today was his lucky day after all. made by MISSO for KAT
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Post by Feliciano Vargas on Dec 24, 2014 15:33:04 GMT -8
{Click to show} { Part 2} For Ms. Sheep! I have to wait till it gets fired, but I'll send it up to you!
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Post by Feliciano Vargas on Dec 23, 2014 14:12:56 GMT -8
Words: 517 Notes: Gil, you flatterer, you... Blinking slowly, Feli ruminated on this “Gil’s” reaction to his observations. He really seemed startled by the German comment which surprised Feli; did so few people really pick up on that intriguing accent? Still, he’d made his client uncomfortable and that was unforgivable as a bartender. He had to make up for it somehow. “Oh, I’m sorry if I went too far,” he said, his eyes widening as he bowed slightly. “I’ve always had a bit of an ear for accents. I just thought you sounded a lot like a friend of mine who is from Berlin and I was curious to know if you were from there as well. If I offended you, I am sorry, forgive me?” He fixed the man before him with his best puppy dog eyes before pushing another Oettinger towards the man. “On the house!” He had to keep this intriguing man interested in him, if only so he could keep him around to learn more about. Luckily, it seemed he had a good chance to keep Gil around. He’d been working long enough to recognize the look in those rubied eyes, and he loved that look. Clients with that look quickly became regulars, people Feli depended on for tips and info, people Feli grew to count as his favorite customers. These were the people who were attracted to his warmth, to his showmanship, to his innocence. Gil clearly couldn’t help but be intrigued by him and seemed to light up when Feli did as though his happiness was intrinsically tied to the Italian’s. Perfect. He leaned in and propped his head on his hands as he met Gil’s eyes, thinking about the strange man before him. He came to the Bunker to dance? Of all the places in London to dance, the Bunker is not one that makes many lists. But perhaps Gil knew someone who came here often? Feli frowned and mentally ran through his memories of Gil—he never seemed to arrive with the same people twice. So what kept bringing him here? He frowned thoughtfully, this man more of a mystery than he could have ever realized just from observing. “So… Gil… if you don’t have a date to get back to… would you stay and chat with me?” He shot Gil a hopeful smile, hoping the man would skip the dancing in favor to chat with him. Something about the man just drew Feliciano towards him like a magnet. He didn’t understand why he was so fascinated by this strange young man with silver hair, and the logical part of him warned him away. The man was unpredictable and the last thing a man living a double life needs is something he can’t understand. And yet, sitting across the bar, Feli knew full well that he couldn’t ignore him, couldn’t leave this mystery man alone. “If you don’t mind… I’d like to hear more about you. What you do, where you came from, how did you come to live in London! Tell me everything!!” Feli felt an excitement building in his chest. It felt like Christmas. made by MISSO for KAT
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