But Forever Said, Tomorrow
06-19-2016, 04:19 PM
The boy - man, really - was quite torn, alone, and saddened. Once again, he lost contact with his brother. Were there any alive except them? But of course, Enrico was alive. Maybe. After that one faithful encounter, he had not encountered the man again, and even now Vittore questioned his actions on that day. It didn't matter why. That was what allowed Enrico to escape, his questioning, his foolish behavior. What was done was done, however, and he couldn't precisely change that. If he could... if he could change the past, he'd change what Enrico did to the i Fratelli Rossi, remove whatever temptation struck him to betray the the sacred oath, the Omertà .
Annoyance flashed in his eyes at his thoughts - what was he, some weak man? He was certainly acting like it, with all this moping he was doing. All this regret. What was done was done and nothing could or would change it; why couldn't he just accept that already? Truly, he already had in his mind, but his heart still had troubles accepting the truth. Accepting that the cosca was gone, that their brothers were dead. It just... he felt so lost without the cosca. His life had revolved around it; where was he now that it was gone?
Well, apparently in a land that was freezing the fur right off his ass. Snorting, he gingerly stepped across the snow. Scratch that, not just his butt was freezing, but everything else as well. It was cold here, that was for certain. It was certainly more so than he ever expected to see in his life. While it snowed where he used to live... certainly... not this amount. His land was not a desolate tundra which had ice jutting up from the depths. Nope, it was a nice, green land that got covered in white on occasion.
Still, it was stunning. The mafioso could more than appreciate the cold, stark beauty of the ice darting into the sky, overlooking the ocean. It was peaceful, as well, though tough to survive - he would travel to more populated and hospital areas soon. This was only a sight-seeing trip, to see all these wondrous lands the best he could. Why? What else did he have to do?
Regardless, he was not expecting company. When the crunch of ice behind him sounded, he turned his head, blinking in surprise at the female that was trudging through the land. "Perdere? Stai bene?" he questioned, his deep baritone unaffected by the long days of silence he had held. What was a woman doing so far out into this cold? Was she alright?
Annoyance flashed in his eyes at his thoughts - what was he, some weak man? He was certainly acting like it, with all this moping he was doing. All this regret. What was done was done and nothing could or would change it; why couldn't he just accept that already? Truly, he already had in his mind, but his heart still had troubles accepting the truth. Accepting that the cosca was gone, that their brothers were dead. It just... he felt so lost without the cosca. His life had revolved around it; where was he now that it was gone?
Well, apparently in a land that was freezing the fur right off his ass. Snorting, he gingerly stepped across the snow. Scratch that, not just his butt was freezing, but everything else as well. It was cold here, that was for certain. It was certainly more so than he ever expected to see in his life. While it snowed where he used to live... certainly... not this amount. His land was not a desolate tundra which had ice jutting up from the depths. Nope, it was a nice, green land that got covered in white on occasion.
Still, it was stunning. The mafioso could more than appreciate the cold, stark beauty of the ice darting into the sky, overlooking the ocean. It was peaceful, as well, though tough to survive - he would travel to more populated and hospital areas soon. This was only a sight-seeing trip, to see all these wondrous lands the best he could. Why? What else did he have to do?
Regardless, he was not expecting company. When the crunch of ice behind him sounded, he turned his head, blinking in surprise at the female that was trudging through the land. "Perdere? Stai bene?" he questioned, his deep baritone unaffected by the long days of silence he had held. What was a woman doing so far out into this cold? Was she alright?
"Speech" Italiano