paralianprince:

castrum-sepulcri-burgum:

paralianprince:

Right, well—

[Suddenly Peter was sitting up properly, his back straight as an ironing board. He actually got to explain something he knew quite well— and to someone whom he looked up to more often than not! These sorts of opportunities don’t come around very often, least of all for him, and he suddenly finds himself very determined to do everything exactly right.]

[Which is kind of asking a lot of himself. But he’ll try!]

Right, well, you get the game, yeah? Sort of like a game you can play on the telly— screen, controls, the game proper, ‘n so on— but internet games are also talkin’ to the internet while you’re playin’! The game talks ter the server, which is where the info from the game goes.

See, it says where you’re goin’, wot you’re doin’, wot’s ‘appenin’ to you, and so on. An’ then the server tells your game, ‘n that stuff ‘appens on your screen, and on everyone else’s too!

[FOLDS HIS ARMS AND PUFFS OUT HIS CHEST HE FEELS SO SMART.]

Right, tha’ is the basics at least. So, when you’re playin’ against me and I ‘appen to snipe your pansy arse, my game tells the server ‘n the server tells your game you’ve died!

// The world of the internet is a very new and still very foreign place to Carlino, and he honestly can’t imagine how silly his expression must be. Throughout Sea’s explanation, his head slowly tilted further and further to the side, eyebrows gathering closer as he tried to piece it all together and goodness gracious the internet was far more vast than he thought— //

// He… Sort of understand, though, which is more than he was even daring to hope for. If Carlino a year ago talked to current Carlino, the absolute knowledge brimming from this boy would have just flOORED HIM. //

So… It, ah— It connects to y-yours? Even though you are far away?

What does i-it use? And why can it d-do that-?

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// Carlino, the details of how the internet works is a world you are most definitely not ready to tackle. Typing was still a whole problem within itself, never mind the finer technical points of Wireless Internet— //

Ahm… I dunno, binary? Morse? … Special flags, prob’ly.

Don’t you feel bad, yeah? It’s ‘ard for me as well.
I remember gahn over this stuff— for days! Pure days of lookin’ over loads of… books ‘n wha’ever. Tryin’ to learn this stuff.

Pain in my arse, frankly— and for wot? For absolutely nuffink— except I stole a bunch of compu’ers off some bald four-eyes geezer.

[GRINS SO HARD well I mean no one ever said he’s particularly responsible.]

—Still! Didn’t ffink you ‘ad it in you to be ‘onest!

// He’s pretty sure he’s getting more confused as the moments go on but hey, at least he can say he’s learning something— Somewhat. Now, reading books about this stuff was a whole other factor of confusion that we’re not sure he was ready for omg— There had to be books on Italian concerning computers though, right? There had to be. //

// … Maybe he’ll look into it. //

You ste-stealing computers?

// He grinned //

Very pr-proud of you, Sea! And, ah— I do n-not know if I have it in me yet either.

It is a wo-work in progress-!

monacomonoikos:

castrum-sepulcri-burgum replied to your post:“Is it too early to be thinking about Halloween?…

whispers its no-not even halfway through september /you fool/

[You can not rain on the mistress of diguise’s parade.]

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Come now, it’s fun. No harm preparing early you know.

// CHEEK POKE

// MASTER OF DISGUISE NOW. Thems fighting words.

But if it’s october it is going t-to get coOOOOOLD and you are jynxing me-! ;;

breviloquentbauhinia:

castrum-sepulcri-burgum:

breviloquentbauhinia:

「The urge for Leon to roll his eyes was too great, but he does so with affection, you understand. Terribly affectionate eye-rolling. And besides, if something’s wrong with his flowers, he can’t just be walking around like that!
So he smiles, and nods, and leans his head over a bit so Carlino can put them back into place.」

You’ll remember the statues once you see them, I think. We can go see the ruins too but I dunno, maybe I want you all to myself, and I’ve been dealing with enough ghosts for one day.

Honestly, I should be like, a medium, or something. If I can get over the whole, going into trances and hitting myself with stuff thing— frankly I like my methods better.

But if I told the old man I’d never hear the end of it, probably. For one thing talking to the dead is probably murder on a phone bill.
… Get it? Come on, I’m hilarious, laugh at my joke…

「Just as an experiment, Leon giggles a bit and weaves slightly as they walk— Ancient Chinese Inside Joke, don’t ask.」

「The park itself is about as calm as this part of the peninsula gets, all quiet stone and thin, prim trees on either side, but at least it stands in dapple-light contrast to the hive of trash-compactor-construction Leon had pointed out earlier.
A few minutes of walking leads them to the zodiac garden, with its statues all standing proud as ever among the garden, exactly as Carlino left them the last time.」

… You remember these, too, right?

// The adjustments to Leon’s flowers are fast but so terribly important, you see- There were a few blossoms that dared to dangle just on the edges of Leon’s dark dark hair and Carlino moved to twist and pin them up as speedy as possible, eyelids nearly lowering to a closed position as he surveyed his work and gave the same amount of care to each part of his head. Colour deviation was important, as well as the size ratio, and he thought his boyfriend so strikingly beautiful he had to make sure the flowers accommodated just so. //

Mm… You re-really could at this point, you know. I th-think you have a knack for no-not totally all there physically people in your life—

// His laugh was quiet, lips brushing over the crown of Leon’s head before they continued walking. //

// … HE’LL JUST NOT SAY ANYTHING ABOUT THE JOKE OK but his expression was as amused as confused—Shh we’ll trust you on this one. //

… I like i-it here a lot. I like how mu-much it is—Is is, ah—Different? Sci, different to the rest of the city- It makes it st-stand out more-!

// Much like how their own cities were so shockingly parallel if pushed beside each other. However, Carlino finds a sort of homey familiarity within the Kowloon park despite the rest of the city’s difference, both to his home back in Italy and a much sappier home that even he wouldn’t dare to say.
They continue in mostly quiet, Carlino gazing in awe upon the statues, but the feeling that he’d most definitely been here before creeping further and further up his spine in the most pleasant way possible. An affection nickname of cat prince that was in a way fully born here, and deep dimples began to make an appearance. //

I do re-remember it here-! We took pictures wi-with the statues—And you told me the story fr-from your home of where they co-come from, sci?

Maaotaaii—

// WE’LL TRY TO SAY IT PROPERLY LATER. LIKE IT’LL EVER HAPPEN. //

「The fact that he’d actually forgotten how silly Carlino could sound when trying to pronounce some things could have been horribly sad, sure, under the proper lighting. But for the moment it only made him laugh, a subdued, gentle giggling that was quickly muffled.」

… Māu tǎizí, yeah. 

「Himself, Leon hung back near the furtive, southward-pointing Rat, trying his best not to smile too broadly about the whole thing. It had been little more than a story told in near-panic to try and give Carlino something to listen to that wasn’t just the whispering wind pulling his empty frame westward, and it had become so much more— most importantly a cute nickname.」

You’re still missing, I think. 
But if I tried to commission another statue in here I doubt they’d listen to me. Oh well. Can you believe it? Me. Not being listened to. It’s an outrage, honestly.

… Hey, you know what? We should take another picture. Here— hop the fence a second. We won’t get in too much trouble, I promise.

「It was mostly said just to comfort himself, as he’s quite sure Carlino doesn’t give a damn about broken rules. But, still— Leon shooed his boyfriend’s wiry frame over the miniature fence (it was more for politeness’ sake than actually keeping anyone out), already reaching for his phone and stepping back for a wider shot.」

… And hold up the necklace too, it’ll be super cute and all.
Oh my god, and what if we got the old one and, like, put them side by side or something— hold still!

// Leon’s laugh was fast and quickly muffled but it’s so terribly warm and filling- Carlino would never push anything further, but just the brief sound has his smile alighting just a tad brighter than before. A difficult task, mind you, while in such a lovely setting. His cheeks are going to be aching in the morning and he’s going to whine a little so much. It’ll be horrible. //

They would no-not listen-?! I think another st-statue would look very nice in here! Maybe if I ask, they will listen t-to such a wonderful idea-! I am terribly persuasive, y-you know—

// … Quiet snickers we’re only teasing I promise- //

… You wa-want me to hop the fence?

// Oh my god this is so exciting- It’s a tiny thing, barely up to his thighs at most and he clears it easily without even jumping …but the satisfaction is still so there. So so there. Look at him doing illegal things— He takes a few steps back until he feels he’s comfortable within the photos view, fishing under his shirt for the heavy charms on his necklace. //

Mm— Can I just hold them in my hand? Let them dangle?

// Sliding the string so it rested in the curve of his fingers at it’s highest point, charms weighing it down to a delicate drop, he held it out just slightly from his body, nearing shoulder height with the bend at his elbows. //

Will this look okey? It’s such a long string— I sh-should probably change it out eventually—

paralianprince:

castrum-sepulcri-burgum:

paralianprince:

[CARLINO DO NOT GET CONFUSED AND… okay, “innocent” is not the correct word here but DO NOT GET CHILDREN MIXED UP IN YOUR EXISTENTIAL SQUABBLES PLEASE.]

Oh, I would not ever, ‘e says, and yet ‘ere you are, an’ did you warn me? Nay.

[The news of the internet having finally reached Carlino’s home is another thing entirely, though, and Peter gives him a sort of baffled look before bursting into giggles.]

… Yeah? The twee’in website, you’ve got? It’s a Twitter, mate.
You know ‘ow to use it, right? I’ll ‘ave to follow you on mine! Well done! 

This means now you can play me in games, yeah? Which means you’ll ‘ave to prepare for total annihilation but tha’ is a minor detail!

Mm, sciiiiii you know meeee! And like Calo, it ta-takes a little more than a few shots to get me to leave. Hee-!

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// His grin was bright, widening even further at the mention of.. Twitter? Just Twitter? Well I suppose that would make sense why it was called tweeting but come now. What a silly name. //

.. Games?

// The queen had only taught him how to upload photos from his camera on to three websites- that being Flickr, Tumblr and Twitter. Nothing more. He gawked at the idea of gaming on that little laptop. //

How-?!

Right, well—

[Suddenly Peter was sitting up properly, his back straight as an ironing board. He actually got to explain something he knew quite well— and to someone whom he looked up to more often than not! These sorts of opportunities don’t come around very often, least of all for him, and he suddenly finds himself very determined to do everything exactly right.]

[Which is kind of asking a lot of himself. But he’ll try!]

Right, well, you get the game, yeah? Sort of like a game you can play on the telly— screen, controls, the game proper, ‘n so on— but internet games are also talkin’ to the internet while you’re playin’! The game talks ter the server, which is where the info from the game goes.

See, it says where you’re goin’, wot you’re doin’, wot’s ‘appenin’ to you, and so on. An’ then the server tells your game, ‘n that stuff ‘appens on your screen, and on everyone else’s too!

[FOLDS HIS ARMS AND PUFFS OUT HIS CHEST HE FEELS SO SMART.]

Right, tha’ is the basics at least. So, when you’re playin’ against me and I ‘appen to snipe your pansy arse, my game tells the server ‘n the server tells your game you’ve died!

// The world of the internet is a very new and still very foreign place to Carlino, and he honestly can’t imagine how silly his expression must be. Throughout Sea’s explanation, his head slowly tilted further and further to the side, eyebrows gathering closer as he tried to piece it all together and goodness gracious the internet was far more vast than he thought—

// He… Sort of understand, though, which is more than he was even daring to hope for. If Carlino a year ago talked to current Carlino, the absolute knowledge brimming from this boy would have just flOORED HIM.

So… It, ah— It connects to y-yours? Even though you are far away?

What does i-it use? And why can it d-do that-?

// Carlino, the details of how the internet works is a world you are most definitely not ready to tackle. Typing was still a whole problem within itself, never mind the finer technical points of Wireless Internet—

I was tagged by paralianprince and monacomonoikos !!!

RP Tagged Game

1. Name of your muse

Carlino Maurizio or Carlænö Di Savono

2. One picture you like best of your muses FC

OH TIJN ELBERS. SWOONS.

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3. Two headcanons you have for your muse that you’ve never told anyone.

i tHINK IVE TOLD AT LEAST SOMEONE EVERY HEADCANON BUT??

uhhh he super hates brushing his teeth because of the feeling scratchy in his mouth and usually tries just mouthwash and whitening gum |D

for another, hE NEVER WEARS UNDERWEAR EVER BUT AT LEAST SOMEONE KNOWS THAT.

4. Three things that your muse loves doing in their free time.

gardening, hiking and playing harp ;u;

5. Four people that your muse loves.

CAN I SAY HIS KING, QUEEN, LEON AND CECILE IS THAT OK

6.  Three fond childhood memories.

OH MAN OK

for one, definitely any time spent with his mother learning how to swim- she was super super aggressive and would legit just pick him up and toss him in the water and either wait for him to washup on shore or be super pumped that he finally swam! he was pissed at the time but can swim through a typoon now omfg. tough love yo

for two, the arrival of the templars and the process of the castle and the tunnel building and all that- he’d never been involved in something so big before and he’s never quite felt that important since! he was a late teen then so does it still count

aaand three would be sparring with apuani- throwin it back to sigynnae but apuani, like his mum, taught him a lot of valuable life skills through tough love- he just rly wanted to spend a lot of time with his brother and rarely got to so he valued those times a lot!

7. Two things your muse regrets.

WUAHA uhhh man he tries not to regret very much— he hates dwelling on stuff but if theres anything that he regrets, its destroying his fingers and keeping all of his valuables from the middle ages and before.

he doesnt regret anything directly history related because he tries not to see it as his fault, (eg. his mothers death, the loss of his language, etc ) but his fingers are 200% his fault, and keeping his valuables from ages ago are just him hurting his own feelings as he dwells on the past |D he wants to forget but cant cause hes emotionally attached to that stuff

8. One thing they’d go through heaven or hell to save/change.

hIS CULTURE AND LANGUAGE CAUSE GUESS WHATS GONE

ZENEIZE AND SEBORGHINI CULTURE like its dwindling man its not good

9. Tag ten people to do the same thing.

EVERYONE ID WANNA TAG HAS DONE IT ALREADY im pretty sure SO I SAY JUST GO FOR IT

principalityofseborgaofficial:

Principato di Seborga di notte

The principality of Seborga by night

breviloquentbauhinia:

castrum-sepulcri-burgum:

breviloquentbauhinia:

Well I can never tell with you! Sometimes you let me do things and other times you’re like, this is my stolen French crown from the Crusades and we should totally use it to hold our toothbrushes, and sometimes you’re like, this is my old pressed flower and you can’t so much as look at it or else its petals might get, I dunno, cursed.

「Snickering under his breath, he shooed Carlino on again— he hadn’t been expecting him to stop, but fortunately the ever-present crowd simply flowed around them, like they were a rock in a river. A bit irritably of course but that’s what you get for coming to a complete stop in the middle of foot traffic.」

And that’s kind of my cue to be like, it’s prettiest but on you but then I would have to rip my tongue out from sheer embarrassment. So let’s just take comfort in the fact that I technically did say it, while also technically not.

「One more turn, this time through the park entrance gate with its heavy stone pillars and the promise of relative serenity beyond. That is, serenity unless one were to disturb either Yōngzhèng or Öxéllo.
… Mayyybe the two of them can steer clear for now.」

Th-the crown had enough comfortable s-sitting holes that it ma-made a lovely spot for the toothbrushes, okey— It looks lovely in th-the bathroom. ;;

// Directly beside the towel rack made of a 600 year old iron Knighting sword and the winter shower curtain made of some old cape with thick enough fabric to keep the light out. All very charming decor. … We promise. At least Carlino thought so— He neaaaarly remarks on this before being ushered along, quickly realizing his mistake and falling back into pace with the swift speed of the crowd around them. //

Mm… y-you charm me, love.

// GRINS //

// There isn’t much time to dwell on this however, as the park grew in the distance and his excitement almost double.  Whether he remembered it in crystal clarity or not, the sudden peace and smoothness in the aura surrounding the Kowloon was unmistakably alluring— It was easy to drift in and relax. //

I neeed t-to fix your flowers. ;; Do we have time be-before or after?

「The urge for Leon to roll his eyes was too great, but he does so with affection, you understand. Terribly affectionate eye-rolling. And besides, if something’s wrong with his flowers, he can’t just be walking around like that!
So he smiles, and nods, and leans his head over a bit so Carlino can put them back into place.」

You’ll remember the statues once you see them, I think. We can go see the ruins too but I dunno, maybe I want you all to myself, and I’ve been dealing with enough ghosts for one day.

Honestly, I should be like, a medium, or something. If I can get over the whole, going into trances and hitting myself with stuff thing— frankly I like my methods better.

But if I told the old man I’d never hear the end of it, probably. For one thing talking to the dead is probably murder on a phone bill.
… Get it? Come on, I’m hilarious, laugh at my joke…

「Just as an experiment, Leon giggles a bit and weaves slightly as they walk— Ancient Chinese Inside Joke, don’t ask.」

「The park itself is about as calm as this part of the peninsula gets, all quiet stone and thin, prim trees on either side, but at least it stands in dapple-light contrast to the hive of trash-compactor-construction Leon had pointed out earlier.
A few minutes of walking leads them to the zodiac garden, with its statues all standing proud as ever among the garden, exactly as Carlino left them the last time.」

… You remember these, too, right?

// The adjustments to Leon’s flowers are fast but so terribly important, you see- There were a few blossoms that dared to dangle just on the edges of Leon’s dark dark hair and Carlino moved to twist and pin them up as speedy as possible, eyelids nearly lowering to a closed position as he surveyed his work and gave the same amount of care to each part of his head. Colour deviation was important, as well as the size ratio, and he thought his boyfriend so strikingly beautiful he had to make sure the flowers accommodated just so. //

Mm… You re-really could at this point, you know. I th-think you have a knack for no-not totally all there physically people in your life—

// His laugh was quiet, lips brushing over the crown of Leon’s head before they continued walking. //

// … HE’LL JUST NOT SAY ANYTHING ABOUT THE JOKE OK but his expression was as amused as confused—Shh we’ll trust you on this one. //

… I like i-it here a lot. I like how mu-much it is—Is is, ah—Different? Sci, different to the rest of the city- It makes it st-stand out more-!

// Much like how their own cities were so shockingly parallel if pushed beside each other. However, Carlino finds a sort of homey familiarity within the Kowloon park despite the rest of the city’s difference, both to his home back in Italy and a much sappier home that even he wouldn’t dare to say.
They continue in mostly quiet, Carlino gazing in awe upon the statues, but the feeling that he’d most definitely been here before creeping further and further up his spine in the most pleasant way possible. An affection nickname of cat prince that was in a way fully born here, and deep dimples began to make an appearance. //

I do re-remember it here-! We took pictures wi-with the statues—And you told me the story fr-from your home of where they co-come from, sci?

Maaotaaii—

// WE’LL TRY TO SAY IT PROPERLY LATER. LIKE IT’LL EVER HAPPEN. //

paralianprince:

castrum-sepulcri-burgum:

paralianprince:

Aye, she is! At least when you appear ou’ of nowhere, wivvout askin’ me or warnin’ me first—

[A playful warning shot flashed past Carlino’s face in the form of a piece of scrap metal, hurtling past and clanging against something behind him. Thank goodness for Peter’s aim, really.]

… At least you’ve the good sense not to come at the bleedin’ dead of night, in the middle of an orful storm. It’s like she wanted ter scare me!

Unless she did. That ‘er type of pastime? ‘ow rude…
Still, I reckon I need to apologise, ‘n properly, so… sometime soon, yeah? She did end up orright, yeah?

// He’s really really trying to hold back his laughter, but hearing Peter’s passionate tone concerning Calogera he just— A stern talking to from Sea towards Calo would be both perfect and comical and he kind of needs it- His giggles are quiet but definitely happening. //

// pRESSES THE BACK OF HIS HAND TO HIS MOUTH //

No, no, I know-! I would not ev-ever, but she lacks common sense, un-unfortunately ;;

// … Snicker //

She is mo-most definitely fine, I promise. It would take more than a few grazing bu-bullets t-to keep her quiet, I promise! But I th-think she also wants to apologize, so one of th-these days we can go back to m-my home!

// LEANS IN //

// WHISPERS. //

I have the wifi now. And a tweeting website. 

[CARLINO DO NOT GET CONFUSED AND… okay, “innocent” is not the correct word here but DO NOT GET CHILDREN MIXED UP IN YOUR EXISTENTIAL SQUABBLES PLEASE.]

Oh, I would not ever, ‘e says, and yet ‘ere you are, an’ did you warn me? Nay.

[The news of the internet having finally reached Carlino’s home is another thing entirely, though, and Peter gives him a sort of baffled look before bursting into giggles.]

… Yeah? The twee’in website, you’ve got? It’s a Twitter, mate.
You know ‘ow to use it, right? I’ll ‘ave to follow you on mine! Well done! 

This means now you can play me in games, yeah? Which means you’ll ‘ave to prepare for total annihilation but tha’ is a minor detail!

Mm, sciiiiii you know meeee! And like Calo, it ta-takes a little more than a few shots to get me to leave. Hee-!

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// His grin was bright, widening even further at the mention of.. Twitter? Just Twitter? Well I suppose that would make sense why it was called tweeting but come now. What a silly name. //

.. Games?

// The queen had only taught him how to upload photos from his camera on to three websites- that being Flickr, Tumblr and Twitter. Nothing more. He gawked at the idea of gaming on that little laptop. //

How-?!

aphsitaly:

AU where Lovino is a Jazz singer and Feliciano and Carlino sing backup

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zhaohuanshou:

castrum-sepulcri-burgum:

zhaohuanshou:

castrum-sepulcri-burgum:

"Mm… She would say something li-like that, wouldn’t she— She, ah. She took my place. Whi-which I guess is the real reason I was gone!"

He definitely wouldn’t use funny to describe her, but the way she spoke was such a unique brand of peculiar that he honestly couldn’t blame him. He probably would call her that as well, if he didn’t fear her to such an extent—

"I… Ah. I do not like different very much, bu-but I suppose it happens-! Has anything hu-huge happened in the last while? It fe-felt like I just went to sleep for a bit."

Perhaps Yongzheng wasn’t the best person to ask, but he might as well-

"You were going t-to help Leoon-a move out.”

"No— nothing too extraordinary happened, don’t worry."

He pauses for a moment, but nods afterwards. 

"Yeah— I was. He said everything uh— reminded him of you and he missed you too much. So I told him he could have a small place I don’t use, because he never took you to the building it’s in." 

He shrugs, takes one hand in the other and pulls it back until the joint loosens (a nervous habit), and spares Carlino a glance.

"He was pretty torn up about it when you dissapeared."

"… Ah."

Guilt was a heavy thing, and he’d felt it like a lead weight in his chest and in his toes with each step he took since his return. It was slowly easing, but still dominated most thoughts and it spiked severely at Yongzheng’s words—

"… I, ah. I know. I—"

Hands itched at hands, and he grit his teeth.

"He showed m-me where he was going to move— Many tight rooms in a sm-small space."

"Yeah— Trust me, It wouldn’t be his ideal spot, I don’t think. The flat was originally for me so, yeah."

He shifted in his seat and shrugged, and for a moment he didn’t really know what he should say. 

"I mean—" He paused, "I guess you got lucky and showed up before he actually moved in, right?"

"I… That’s tr-true. It— I like to see ho-how everything is so packed in here— If he would st-still want to, I would le-let him for sure-! His home right now is just very homey."

He shrugged a bit in his seat, picking at the tips of his gloves.

"You are th-this place, sci? Memöia o vòstro*?"

THEME