italy ♔ a promise lives within you now

[romanticidal]

♬ mia per sempre - josh groban

WHO || Rafael, Buffy [Closed]
WHAT || After months apart, Rafael and Buffy celebrate the end of his tour with a private trip to Italy
WHERE || Italy
WHEN || /truck drives by, blaring horn
HOW || Actionspam.

It hasn't been an easy few months, but then again, it hasn't been an easy few years. Following the night of the Grammy's, Rafael's returned to his tour, aspiring to use his concerts as a chance to try and warn people of the dangers inherent in listening to Blade and company's music, even at the risk of looking like a crazy person. It wouldn't be the first time the world thought it, alright. Meanwhile, Buffy's been dealing with the fallout of what the Mind Master did to Finnick, and by extension, Myri, trying to be there for her friend in every way she can.  It would be easier for both of them if they had each other to lean on through it all, but they had to rely instead on numerous phone calls and memories of one night that finally offered them both some hope just when everything had started to seem more impossible than ever.

They also had the promise of this to look forward to: a planned trip to Italy that Rafael insisted be just the two of them, once he was finally free again.  He's arranged to meet her at the Galileo Galilei International Airport in Pisa, and when she gets out, there's some Italian chauffeur guys holding a sign that says "Summers".  

Comments

[slay]

... You find yourself drawn to John Steinback novels?

[ Buffy where is your phrase book. Not Cannery Row. ]

[romanticidal]

If I am coming back to London, we are resuming your Italian lessons.

[slay]

Hey! I've been trying. Here, look.

[ Speaking of that phrase book, she's going to pull it out now. She thumbs through, holds it aloft, and reads: ] Non parlo Italiano. [ Then, stilted, ] Mi può aiutare? [ She stops up on that last word. It comes out like a hot mess. She shakes her head, tries again. ] Aiutare. [ No, still bad. ]

[romanticidal]

[ he tries not to laugh for like

2 seconds

since i rolled a 2 on his will save ] With progress like this, perhaps you do not need me to teach you, after all.

[slay]

[ She's offended for like two seconds before his laughter catches, and she just flushes, stuffing the phrase book back into her purse and shaking her head. ] It sounds much easier when the Rosetta Stone lady says it.

[romanticidal]

I prefer the sound of it from your tongue, actually. [ he chuckles again, as they head under the big rialto bridge ]

[slay]

You are biased.

[ She's so wrapped up in him that she hardly notices it approach, only clueing in once it blocks out the sun over them. She glances up then, craning her head to catch a wondrous glimpse behind them as they drift away. ]

[romanticidal]

[ he doesn't follow her gaze, instead staring over at her as she looks up, his hand dropping hers so that he can reach up and brush the hair back from her neck, idly smoothing through it in what seems a very indulgent gesture ] What do you say to dinner after this?

[slay]

[ The touch of his hand guides her attention back to him, and she takes in his expression with a loving look all her own for a moment before she answers. ]

I'd say that's the second best idea I've heard all day.

[romanticidal]

I will take you to my favorite restaurant, si? [ the gondolier starts steering the boat back towards its docking spot and rafael hands him an extra tip before they disembark ] Grazie.

[slay]

[ Buffy pushes to her feet as the boat docks, starting out after Rafael, but stopping with a sudden cognizance to turn back and reiterate to the gondolier: ] Grazie.

[ The word is harsher out of her mouth, all stilted rough edges, but at least she's trying. She turns back to raise her eyebrows pointedly at Rafael, then catches up to slip her hand into his and take her place at his side. ]