Break the Sky [Originale] Title: Break the Sky
Fandom: Original
Rating: VM14
Word count: 1898
Summary:
A split second later, etiam is upside down, finally not upside down, and proud of himself. Mention in bad relationships / male, male / female, female / female, male / male / female. All very chaste. There is talk of umbrellas, after all. (No love is, as usual.)
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Break the Sky
1 - The requirements to be fulfilled by an umbrella, what do umbrellas Florentyna trembling vibrating cold in the pouring rain. His limbs were crushed by huge drops the hit repeatedly, and his bones rattling the iron against one another danger of detaching from the tissue that provides support them.
Florentyna sneezes, unable to defend themselves from the water that rains on him and anxiously hoping to be back under a roof that shelters, the girl who is holding the handle - and less badly of many adults who have a habit of squeeze too hard, giving much annoyance - has pledged to pull back the folder on the best pink and red, threatening to drop Florentyna.
Florentyna trembles all, hating the idea of sinking into the mud that covers the entire asphalt street in front of the school the child, and hated, for a small moment, the fact that, for humans, she is nothing but an object to buy, use, and be thrown away once unusable. Then he resumed, and was criticized for wanting the impossible.
"We can not certainly going to tell humans that here we are, in turn," I hear a hum from overhead, and for a moment and wonder He rolls his point, the principle of what holds it together limbs and bones of iron and mechanisms for opening and closing his eyes pointing upwards, pretending stars bending due to a sudden gust of wind, it looks good around and above him, and then discovers the arrival of Istud .
Florentyna opens his eyes and holds breathing.
Istud enjoyed the notes from its position, the splashes of water - which are increasing in number and volume unexpectedly - does not seem to touch it, but slipped on with delicacy and precision, refraining from ruin. Istud smiles.
"On the other hand," continues Istud, choosing to ignore the hypothetical Florentyna mouth open in confusion, "humans
know that we exist too. Just do not know that we live."
Florentyna closes his mouth wide open hypothetical little dignity. A deep blush to color the edges that are face to face with Istud. The passion that has always test for the elegant Istud is the subject of ridicule and outlet around many of her friends, sharing home, which are placed in the umbrella stand is a new addition to the landing of the family in which they live. It is moss green and circular in shape so that squat Florentyna sometimes wonders who exactly has chosen to place it proudly in front of the door of his family, but more often than not, his thoughts go back insistently Istud.
Istud that while frantically trying Florentyna sagacious words with which to respond, had already turned to greet warmly the umbrella of the third floor in the building where they lived, all fuss and seductive glances and bright colors.
Florentyna heartbroken sighs, feeling back a normal color, the girl who is holding the shakes a bit 'on the right and a little' left, shake off the rain.
Florentyna can not but be grateful, and with determination, clenches his teeth and hypothetical you carry around with great dignity that can hope to achieve in a rainy gloomy day.
2 - A window on a matter of great account: as umbrellas mature
etiam focus, balancing - is prepared with the utmost care - in the midst of an area free of obstacles of any kind. Breathe in deeply, exhaling: eyes closed - this helps him to overcome the difficulties produced by a certain dizzy caused by the growth and the attainment of maturity, which is undoubtedly associated with the malaise of being upside down - and hear the other tents, some to come to his aid when his attempt fails, and others for etiam sake of observing and perhaps hope to make from a witness to some embarrassing scene.
etiam flaps behind the curtains, preparing to give a boost effective enough to make possible the return of a semi-arch in the air, landing it with your feet on the ground and the handle-head-toe in the air, despite having his eyes closed, can imagine the circle of umbrellas that surround it, with their corolla of waterproof fabric just a little 'brood, used as support and support in place of the handle, much more difficult to manage.
etiam gives you a boost - the correct one, the one with the strength and the inclination and the right shade - and hope for the best. He feels the breath-hold of Umbrellas closer, and does not think Starla imagining: it has already seen himself - although never the front row - many similar scenes, some ended happily, but others in humiliation. Etiam fervently hoping not to finish in the second category, and not so much to the scorn of the audience - that ridicule is never, in any case, taken to an extreme - but for the sorrow to read your face autem.
A split second later, etiam is reversed, finally no upside, and proud of himself. Inflating its waterproof corolla with joy, it gives a little 'more balance, looking anxiously autem in two dozen or so of umbrellas as spectators who made the thing: the location, a bit' hidden behind two large umbrellas as large as those from the beach, and, biting her lip imagination, makes her nervous nod.
autem blushes and waves back, smiling a shy smile and leaning a little to the side, showing some extra flap of fabric red-purple.
This, he thinks very satisfied etiam, trying hard to pay attention to something else that autem is definitely a excellent very special day.
3 - Uncertainty about what to do: do not do umbrellas
Aegean patior do not know what to do.
Aegean patior have
always take a pride to know - against all logic, it is human or umbrella - what to do. And this is not a boast without foundation: it is almost certain matter and note that in some communities that have infested and hang out for some short period of time. Aegean patior always know what to do, just like a day without rain is a day of rest, and as a week of downpours followed by a week of pain everywhere.
Aegean patior do not know what to do, and can admit it, and what scares them exceedingly: this anxiety that pervades them - it is impossible to say
I have it on the tip of your tongue, wait two seconds that I will have the right words to tell you! , the uncertainty of being able to move and even breathe, not unbalancing the voltage even more of their umbrella holder - is not good. He added that the umbrella that should be addressed is Praeclare, five times the anxiety and terror on the verge.
patior Aegean and share-holder has always been a red and yellow umbrellas in square and thick. Aegean patior share a report fully understood by few: it is not a problem, to be understood is their business. This who manages them well is to know what to do in times of distress, to know which characters to use, what laughter, jokes that suggest, knowing face difficult situations. Knowing which words to use.
Aegean patior Only now do not know what words to use with Praeclare. Their own preferential relationship with the young umbrella prevents them to analyze carefully what to do.
Praeclare was aware of Praetereo. Praetereo failed. Praeclare has always been close to Praetereo. Praeclare is - was - Praetereo sister.
In any other case - in any other case - and for any other umbrella - for any other umbrella - patior Aegean and the fly would know how to fix the delicate matter. To tell the truth, and Aegean are patior
accustomed to dealing with situations like: umbrellas do not have an easy life, despite their often bright and cheerful colors, and humans do not establish a minimum of gratitude towards them , and more often than not break them and destroy them and break them and throw them without remorse. Aegean patior have always known how to comfort those who lost a loved one.
The difference - huge, so vast that it resembles a purely imaginary intensity with the black hole around which grow the scale of the new building's boyfriend Praetereo - is that their
Praeclare is, in ways and manners so deep who do not feel able to venture and say things that would say to any other umbrella. Praeclare Praeclare loves them as they like, they like an umbrella as lively and genuine and heedless of the secret language that share the Aegean and patior forever.
Aegean patior do not know what to do. Aegean puts his head on the shoulder-tip patior, standing close and looking at the figure curled up in despair and crumpled to Praeclare, made even sadder by the non-presence of tears and gasps.
Sometimes - and the Aegean and patior only now being made - there is nothing they can do or say.
4 - Being sad in a house without windows such as umbrellas react
What torments him is not so much the lack of space, nor is the often stale air of the landing of the building where he lives, the lack of space in which to move is sensible, since most of the umbrella holder devoid of any comfort, and the lack of fresh air is understandable, given the lack of windows facing the stairs.
What bothers him, and who can not stand, and that is what is particularly distinctive, and the non-presence - to say the absence - of other males in this damn umbrella Condo Margherita. Illico not claim both the camaraderie of another umbrella company of his own sexual orientation - Illico know, and not illusion, and he realizes he is a rarity - but usually there is a difference between so clear umbrellas and umbrellas.
Illico note this, and is not pleased.
Slembeggiando of front and side - damn all these giggling little umbrellas, all fru-fru and impaccianti - Illico able to move, the corner closest to the front door to the farthest, and sadly notes the darkness that covers the space around which to develop the stone stairs.
Illico known things, and is not pleased; Illico only, and is not pleased. The bitterness threatens to overwhelm him, and a tear or two glistening particularly threatening to the point where it grows its appearance of fabric and iron.
Illico known things, and is not pleased, but first, before Condominium Margaret Illico noticed things, and I was pleased, because the things I noticed were foolish and were shared with Praetereo, and simply enough to make everything better.
Now Illico known things, and is not pleased. He does not know whether it is because Praetereo is no longer there beside him, or why things are not worth noticing more strength to make them more beautiful. Illico not know, and misery, and the darkness of the stairs - even the ramp just below that at which he lives - seems determined to drown the shape and polished the stone steps.
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