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 Posted: Wed Sep 24, 2008 3:09 am
After a few blocks, Faye grew very hungry. He pulled his husband into one of Venice's countless outside cafes. They sat at a private table in the corner, waiting for waiter and examining the menus:
"Ooh look at all the desserts! I wonder if I should have gone to school here."
((Sorry so short! I'm sooo busy!!))
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Posted: Mon Sep 29, 2008 3:39 pm
(( No worries! ^_^ As you can see, so am I, which is why I'm answering so late. ))
Ducan stared at the menu, wondering which pastry seemed more delicious than the other, but he didn't think he would be able to judge. He would eat anything and everything that was made by skilled Italian hands.
"I'm wondering whether I should go for the classic tiramisu," he said out loud, "Or if I should try this... ooh, tartufo sounds very goo."
(( See, mine's pretty short too. ^^;;; ))
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Posted: Fri Mar 25, 2011 2:18 pm
((Going back to rping is like looking at a yearbook. I missed it.))
"Do you want dinner first?" Faye shifted in his seat a little to take the pressure off his back. The waiter brought them water, bread & olive oil to dip. They were in Piazza San Marco was bustling with locals and tourists alike. Pigeons grouped around centuries old architecture underneath ocean blue sky. Ducan sat across from him, biting his bottom lip while trying to read the menu. Faye waited till he glanced up to smile knowingly at his wonderful husband :
"If you spilt this gnocchi with duck bolognese sauce with me. I'll help you with your tiramasu."
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Posted: Fri Mar 25, 2011 4:10 pm
(( Eeeeh, I'm so excited!!! OK OK, give me a moment to get back into the Ducan groove! *cracks joints* ))
Ducan looked back down at his menu for a brief moment before returning his husband's stare. That dish sounded delicious to his ears, and his growling stomach seemed to agree.
"That sounds like a plan, love," he told Faye with a smile of his own.
The waiter arrived and they gave their orders and settled back down to enjoy the scenery. Ducan had a lovely glass of Amarone he was savouring; he wanted to let Faye try some, but alas, no booze until the baby was born. Which was fine by him of course, he didn't want anything to happen to his son.
Ducan let his eyes roam around the piazza. Everything looked just like in those large coffee table photography books, except he didn't have to worry about anything he was seeing with his own two eyes as being photoshopped.
"This feels like a dream," he said softly to Faye. He picked up his husband's hand and pressed a soft kiss to his knuckles. "I can't believe we're here and that we have a long life ahead of us."
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Posted: Fri Mar 25, 2011 4:28 pm
((I MISSED DUCAN SO MUCH. *SOB* EVERYTHING IS BEAUTIFUL AND NOTHING HURTS. crying ))
"I know its completely unrealistic. This city is so lovely and I'm just excited for us to explore everything together...with our son." Faye smoothed his round stomach then leaned to kiss his husband.
He fingered his camera to take pictures of the piazza before the sun moved lower. Until, the waiter brought him some more water: "Remind me to bring some wine back to the house, love, you seem to enjoy it."
A pair of lovely Italian women were heading into the restaurant when they stopped after they spotted Ducan. The MPAA who were trying to blend in at another table became alert. One of the woman who sported a bob spoke excitedly:
"Ducan Dartmoore! American scifi author! You wrote The Green Alias, si?"
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Posted: Mon Mar 28, 2011 3:42 pm
Ducan beamed at Faye and happily tucked in when he saw the waiter arrive with their food. It smelled absolutely heavenly and he was ready to dive in. But just as he was about to take his first bite, he heard a couple of women call out his name in a lilted Italian accent.
He was quite surprised, to say the least, that he had fans outside of English-speaking countries. Well, Ducan knew that his books had been translated in at least ten different languages, but it was always nice to see his fanbase was bigger than he had at first expected. He smiled charmingly at the ladies and said, "Yes, that is me. I'm glad to know my books have been read here."
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Posted: Tue Mar 29, 2011 7:13 am
"We are big fans of Dartmoore! You enjoying Venice? Our beautiful city has plenty of er...how do you say science fiction fans!"
Both women giggled, handed over Ducan's paperbacks to sign and took photos with their cameraphones. Faye smiled as his husband exchanged pleasant words with his fans but he didn't interfer. Instead, he spooned some gnocchi for himself on a plate, hid his stomach under the table cloth and ate happily. One of the Italian women turned to him:
"Ciao! Scusa, are you friends of Signor Dartmoore?"
"Oh no, I'm his husband...um- marito."
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Posted: Tue Mar 29, 2011 11:09 am
Ducan happily signed the womens' books with the same flourishing signature he had perfected over the years. He handed them back and returned to his food, but one of the women questioning Faye made him p***k up his ears. He glanced at his husband to see how he would respond, then held his breath a little. Italy was a strange country, either Catholic to the extreme, or very liberal (judging by their prime minister).
(( Sorry about this rather short reply. I'm currently trying to finish my final painting project and then I have two more essays to write [but I can at least be on Gaia while I write those], and right now is the busiest time at my job. And then my ex-boyfriend texted me to get together for coffee and NO, SIR. THIS IS THE WORST TIME TO CALL ME UP AAARGH ))
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Posted: Tue Mar 29, 2011 7:05 pm
The woman's face brighten at the mention of their new matrimony. She cooed over Faye while smilingly knowingly at Ducan:
"Bella, you hold onto your amore, si? Both of you are so cute! I am Caprice Bianchi. I write for magazine. Senor Dartmoore, I would like an interview you for our primavera edizone!! You talk of new series, your cute marito- everything!"
She fetched a card out of her purse swiftly as dancing. Caprice scribbled something on the back then put it in front of Ducan. After she kissed both their cheeks twice, the magazine writer waved:
"Tell your publicist to call me, soon! Ciao, bellas!"
Once she disappeared inside the restaurant with her giggly friend, both having an intense conversation. Faye blinked then turned to his husband and peered at the car:
"Love, your fans are...something else. Caprice is definitely a whirlwind!" He turned back to his neglected gnocchi dosed in duck sauce to eat happily.
((SORRY FOR LONG POST. I understand. Its 10pm and I'm still at work. Ugggh, bummer about the ex. They pop up like cockroaches. Good luck my dear! Take it easy!))
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Posted: Wed Mar 30, 2011 8:42 am
(( Oh no, I would never compare him to a cockroach. He just picked the busiest time of year when everybody's just crazy occupied to contact me.
Also, WHY ARE YOU APOLOGIZING FOR LONG POST, LONG POST GOOD.))
Ducan only had time to blink twice in the span of time the woman had swooped down, given him her card, spoken about an interview, kissed his cheeks and then flew off with her friend in a whirlwind of perfume.
He turned to look at Faye, still unsure of what had just happened. He read the information on the card, the wheels in his head turning. He had never done an international interview before... It would be good publicity for sure. He'd had to talk to his publicist and his editor before he made a move, though. Ducan took out his iPhone and typed out a quick note to himself on it before turning back to his food.
After they were done eating, Ducan took Faye by the hand and led them around. "Where would you like to go, love?" he asked. He took one of the brochures from Faye's pocket and began to peruse it.
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Posted: Sat Apr 02, 2011 7:38 am
Faye leaned against Ducan as they walked and kept strolling through St.Mark's Square. He only paused to snap pictures of passerbys or buildings. The baker pulled out his travel guide before answering:
"Hmm, well love, did you wanna shop or go to some landmarks nearby? The Palazzo Ducale is right over there. Its says here in my book that, it's "an extensive infrastructure, comprising the apartments of the doge (often used as an exhibition space), the government quarters and the palace of justice." Theres even a tour we could take! How spooky, it used to be a prison!"
He squealed in excitement before pickpocketing Ducan's iPhone to pull up Googlemaps to make sure they could take a watertaxi back to their hotel.
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Posted: Tue Apr 05, 2011 4:43 pm
Ducan didn't have time to reply before his phone was swiped from his pocket and Faye was quickly mapping out a probably trip. He smirked at his husband, and said, "Well, it seems you have a clearer idea of where you want to go, so just let me know when you're ready and you'll be off."
To be honest, Ducan wasn't really picky about where they went. They had more than one day to spend in Venice and plenty of time to spend with each other.
(( Sorry I was away for a bit. Still writing papers and stuff. I don't finish mah job until the 14th. D: ))
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Posted: Mon Apr 18, 2011 8:44 am
They headed to Palazzo Ducale fairly easy; strolling in the shadows of San Marco's structural beauty. Faye squeezed Ducan's hand as they passed white cafe tables billowing in the wind:
"You should do Caprice's interview, Dukey. I bet your Italian fans would love it! Those women seemed so thrilled to meet you. Though...it might just be your hair." Faye tugged playfully on the strands he loved so much.
He walked through Porta della Carta to the ticket office to check tour times. Once, he saw that the tour group was huddling, Faye handed Ducan his ticket: "We made it just in time! This is the last English speaking tour group!"
((Apologies! I am so swamped at work since my boss is on vacation.))
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Posted: Sun Apr 24, 2011 6:17 pm
(( It's all good. We all seem to be super busy right now, hence my also late reply. ))
Ducan flipped the card in his hand over and over, thinking about the interview. An international one would be good for his sales, he thought to himself. He walked around with Faye, his mind drifting in and out of the tour guide's explanation. He was certainly enjoying the sights around him, but half his mind kept returning to calling his editor and asking for his advice.
He stopped thinking long enough to turn to Faye and smile. "Are you enjoying the tour, love?" he asked.
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Posted: Sun Apr 24, 2011 7:57 pm
((Happy Easter! Yes work is super crazy!))
Faye looked up at his husband and nodded. He arched an eyebrow at Ducan's distant eyes before pressing the iPhone back into his hand:
"Call your crew, Dukey. It would be great for your publishing house as well as you. Your Italian following would adore you. Quit thinking so hard."
He patted Ducan's shapely rear in the direction of the open courtyard in encouragement.
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