”That sounds absolutely terrible. A disgrace to all pasta, it hurts me personally as an Italian who’s spiritually connected to pasta okay” Gio added shaking his head at the thought of sprinkling edible gold like Parmesan on pasta, but rich people were always crazy, what’s new?
Surprisingly enough, they didn’t get lost so far. Gio may have lost his memory but he has always been good at handling and finding directions, like there was a little google maps add on in his brain at times of need, making sure he didn’t get lost… though with memory or without, he would never actually mind getting lost with Luciano. Out of all people in the world, he was probably one of the top choices. But not today satan, not today.
If we’re being honest here, when Gio first decided to show his face at the wedding, this wasn’t what he had in mind. I mean yeah, he did want to come and see faces and talk to Luciano, though he didn’t expect it to come up to kissing the boy. But there was something there, a spark, a connection he couldn’t ignore, he knew he loved him before, and love isn’t about memories, it’s not in your brain, it’s in your heart. Not to mention he had made more recovery progress in that one day more than any other day since the accident. There were things that mattered in those three years, things that were close to his heart and changed his life, and Luciano was one of them. So it wasn’t such a surprise when he started remembering things when the two talked and ended up kissing.
In a way, Gio was proud of himself for everything he heard about the life he had in those three lost years. Fifteen year old Gio could never even begin to imagine all that, he was just a scared teenage boy in a homophobic family, who had recently found out he was gay. Fifteen year old Gio could have only wished to have the courage to come out to his parents, let alone the whole school. That scared little boy could have never imagined himself with a successful career in drag, or kissing his boyfriend in the middle of his senior prom dance floor. So let’s just say, although it got a little messed up, Giovanni was in a way just proud, in both meanings of the word.
“It’s a good thing that I’m yours to have then,”
Gio couldn’t help but to smile at his words. He didn’t what good he had done in his life to possibly deserve the love of the man in front of him, this amazing man, who was out of his league in every way possible, but there he was, and he was always there, perfect in his own special way. Yes, Luciano did have his weaknesses and flaws, but they didn’t matter to Gio, he never saw them as anything negative, but as parts and puzzle pieces that all together made that beautiful man he had once grown to love so much. The man that even after all this damn mess, still gave him another shot. What else could a man wish for?
And there they were, in their once again found little piece of heaven, a little bubble of peace and happiness in an unknown greenhouse at some castle in a kingdom in the middle of nowhere. And with all troubles aside, in that moment he wished would last forever, Gio was happy. But at this point in life he had already learned that heaven was just an illusion that could never last forever, as all good things eventually came to an end. He just didn’t expect that eventual end to be a huge fire. Yes, there were quite some perks to spending the day in a real royal castle, but at the fire spread, the down sides of a castle came to light, or more accurately lit up in flames. The scenery, the beautiful buildings and all sorts of plants, those were all good, until they touch fire. And let’s just say a greenhouse isn’t the ideal place to be when a fire is spreading, devouring everything in its way, plants are quite flammable.
“Gio, I… I think there’s a fire in the castle, I… I also think that tower thingy is about to fall,”
Gio’s body tensed at the sounds of Luci mentioning a fire, The tower thingy…” he mumbled repeating his words as he looked up at the so called tower thingy, smoke and flames all around the slowly collapsing building, right above them. The two moved to the other side of the greenhouse, trying to get as furthest away from the falling tower as they could, though that meant furthest away from the door as well, which was a bit problematic if you ask me.
The fire quickly caught up to the plants in the greenhouse, growing fast and strong. Luciano protected him, but he didn’t want that’ he needed to be able to save the people he loved from the fire. He couldn’t let something happen to him, not this time, not after Emilio.
Flashback
It was just another summer night in the De Luca household, 2010, Giovanni who was just about to turn 8, was in his room, laying in his bed with his ipod, earbuds loud in his ears as the little boy rested there, listening to music instead of sleeping. Nothing that came to his young mind wouldn’t have been enough to prepare him for the fire that changed his life, because that day, was the very last time Giovanni had seen his brother.
His mother burst through the door of Gio’s room, trying to save her son as her husband went for the other one, as the fire started in the middle of the night and spread so fast, attacking them when they least expected it.
It was the biggest and scariest fire Gio had ever seen, and frankly it was much too big and strong to be accidental, not to mention almost everyone was alseep when it started.
Up until that day, Gio had always loved fire, he could just sit and look at a burning flame for hours, he found it fascinating and beauiful. If only he knew how destructive it was, because since that day, he could never look at fire the same way as he used to.
”Mamma!” the terrified and clueless little boy cried as he ran to his mother when she came to his room. It was late at night, but Gio had never been more awake than in that living nightmare that devoured their house.
Beryl hights hasn’t seen such a wild fire in quite so many years until that unfortunate day in the De Luca household.
”vieni con me e tieni la testa bassa” The woman told her son, telling him to come with her and keep his head down, as the two left the room and tried making their way out of the burning house. ”mamma ho paura” (mom i’m scared) the scared boy cried when his mother went down to the his hight and hugged him as the two safely reached the street outside the burning building who was once their home. While in the arms of his mother, the boy was still facing the house, and now from outside he stared at the house with wide eyes full of tears, the flames, the smoke… They were everywhere. ”non preoccuparti amore mio, andrà tutto bene” (don’t worry my love, everything will be okay) she whispered, planting a kiss on the boy’s forhead, before getting up and turning to face the house, of which both her husband and her other son were yet to come out of.
Gio looked at the door, waiting for his brother to come out. Giovanni and Emilio were always close, there was no bond like the two had. They were each other’s best friends, each other’s person ever since they were born. To Gio, his brother was the only thing that helped him manage through moving to the states in the first place, because if we’re being honest, he may have been only five at the time, but he didn’t want to move away from the place he grew up in, even though it wasn’t perfect as well.
But he never came. A few minutes later his father came out, coughing and barely functioning, ”lui non è lì” (he’s not there) he said, coughing as he tried to speak ”ho guardato ovunque” (I looked everywhere)…
End of flashback
Emilio didn’t die in that fire, just like the fire wasn’t accidental. Even until this day, ten years since that day, Gio never got to know who did that to them, who burnt down their house, who took away his brother. But if there was one thing Gio knew, was that both he and his family hadn’t been the same ever since, and he wasn’t going to let that happen to Luciano.
“Are you alright?”
”I- yes” he mumbled, and coughed a few times in between as the smoke got to them and make it harder for his lungs to function right, as looking at the boy next to him ”Are you?” he asked, his eyes wide and all around, smoke or no smoke, making sure Luciano wasn’t hurt, which he was. Not too hurt, but he had glass and wounds and it hurt to see. ”We need to get out of here” he said as the fire kept going all out, annihilating all the once so beautiful plants that grew in that greenhouse. In the spot they were located as for now, the two were quite far away from the exit, so how they were going to get out, that he didn’t know, all he knew was that he wasn’t going to let Luciano die. That man was going to come out of there, alive, and Gio would do everything he could to make sure that happens, even if it was the last thing he did.
Though with all the flammable plants issue, there was a potential pro of being in a building made of glass, and that was the fact that even though they were far from the door, and that was the fact that glass was pretty breakable if you try hard enough. So in between all the flames and smoke, Gio left Luciano where he was and made his way to a wall, and with a stone, he broke the glass opening a way out for the both of them. He was then about to run straight back to Luciano, but as he turned around to go to him, his world as if fell apart as he watched buildings collapse to the floor, remains hitting Luciano in the process.”NO!” he screamed ”No-” his voice cracked as he whispered, watching the man he loved fall to the floor, hurt, bruised and bleeding, as if in slow motion as the one thing he promised himself was now in danger. He couldn’t let him die, he couldn’t do that to him, to Aline, after all it was his fault Luciano was in the greenhouse to begin with, if he didn’t want to talk, Luci would have been with everyone else, who were probably mostly okay. Or… were they? He didn’t know, but as for now, none of them mattered, nothing in the world mattered more than the injured boy of the floor right next to him ”I’ll get you out of here, I promise” he uttered, softly stroking the boy’s cheek for a short moment before using his little remaining powers to move out the debris and pull him out through the broken glass wall. ”Someone… Help… please… ” he cried, as medics found them and pulled the two into an ambulance, giving them both all the immediate care as people who had just escaped a fire, oxygen masks, pain killers, pressure on bleeding and yada yada… off and away towards the nearest hospital.
@unsungcheerio GODDAMN LONGER BISHESSSSS
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