Post by Muse on Apr 24, 2011 8:32:29 GMT 10
Title: I Will Tell You (Con Un Vezzo All’Italiana Part 3)
Rating: PG
Word Count: 169 (lyrics and translations not included)
Pairing: Dom/Evin
Round/Fight: 2/A
Summary: In The Italian Style Part Three; The Player in Evin comes out at the most awful of times. Inspired by Mozart's Song Con Un Vezzo All'Italiana from the play La Finta Giardiniera, because I'm awesome like that.
There was nothing quite like an evening at Court, Dom thought merrily. The kaleidoscope of colors swirling around him, of courtiers, nobles and their wives, the young ladies and the knights begging their dances, was like nothing else he had ever experienced, and thank Mithros for that.
If not for Evin, his comrade and wingman at events such as these, he wouldn’t have survived even his first week. Reminded of the blond man, Dom searched the room for his suspiciously absent friend. Was it really so long to get a glass of wine, then?
Ah. Dom’s grin returned as he noticed Evin approach the lady that currently held the position of the object of his affection. He had to fight back a guffaw as Evin, kissing the back of her hand, broke into a romantic speech.
“Vi dirò che quell visetto m’ha infiammato il core, il petto che languire ognor mi fa.”
Evin’s heartfelt declaration was met with a nervous expression, his passion with unease.
Dom snorted. Someone should tell Evin not to speak to a lady in Italian, should she not speak the language.
*("Vi dirò che quell visetto m’ha infiammato il core, il petto che languire ognor mi fa" is Italian for "In the Italian style, I will tell you that your face has inflamed me to the core, the chest, and I languish.")
QC by inthefire
Rating: PG
Word Count: 169 (lyrics and translations not included)
Pairing: Dom/Evin
Round/Fight: 2/A
Summary: In The Italian Style Part Three; The Player in Evin comes out at the most awful of times. Inspired by Mozart's Song Con Un Vezzo All'Italiana from the play La Finta Giardiniera, because I'm awesome like that.
There was nothing quite like an evening at Court, Dom thought merrily. The kaleidoscope of colors swirling around him, of courtiers, nobles and their wives, the young ladies and the knights begging their dances, was like nothing else he had ever experienced, and thank Mithros for that.
If not for Evin, his comrade and wingman at events such as these, he wouldn’t have survived even his first week. Reminded of the blond man, Dom searched the room for his suspiciously absent friend. Was it really so long to get a glass of wine, then?
Ah. Dom’s grin returned as he noticed Evin approach the lady that currently held the position of the object of his affection. He had to fight back a guffaw as Evin, kissing the back of her hand, broke into a romantic speech.
“Vi dirò che quell visetto m’ha infiammato il core, il petto che languire ognor mi fa.”
Evin’s heartfelt declaration was met with a nervous expression, his passion with unease.
Dom snorted. Someone should tell Evin not to speak to a lady in Italian, should she not speak the language.
*("Vi dirò che quell visetto m’ha infiammato il core, il petto che languire ognor mi fa" is Italian for "In the Italian style, I will tell you that your face has inflamed me to the core, the chest, and I languish.")
QC by inthefire