Fantasma di Venezia

[ testo: a metà migliore: oh sweet buttercup if only you knew how quickly i’ll be there~ leave a window unlocked, hmm? ]

          “Is that a promise, Arthur? Because I don’t like threats unless you plan on following through.” Luciano moves despite the blade at his throat, crawling his way into Arthur’s lap to sit tight against him, gripping his hair harder as his own blade presses against the center of the Brit’s chest. “Now come on pretty boy, put the switchblade away~ Unless you plan on using it.”

          “How about we make a deal, Gorgeous? You ask real nicely, come out and get a drink with me, and I won’t leave you a pretty scar on your cheek like I did for Lutzy, mmm?” He’s running his finger right across Ludwig’s cheekbone, though he keeps the knife behind his back. “How’s that sound?”

          You two don’t know the half of it.

          Don’t mind him as he stars to flip his butterfly knife in his hand behind his back. “Mm, that so? The more the merrier~ Or... something like that.”

          “You know Lutzy thought the same thing before I sliced him up a little bit~ You’d look hot with a scar.” 

          “Careful there, hot stuff. Being rude can get you hurt.”

          But he’s also beautiful. Soft fits him. He’s effortlessly warm and delicate and so unapologetically himself. He’s the one person I can’t bring myself to actually harm. That drives me nuts -- which is saying something, because I’m pretty nuts already. I threaten him and tease him, but I could never kill him. As much as I hate myself for it. He makes me... soft.”

          “And who said I wasn’t trustworthy? That hurts, Ludwig~ You don’t even know me!”

          “Aw, come on~ Don’t you know how to let loose and have a little fun?”

          “Well I doubt you’re interested in what 2ps I’d let tap this ass, grey-face. But I could be wrong~”

          “Looking for a distraction, handsome?”

          “Lost, huh? Gotta be careful where you’re goin’ on this side of the city. Pretty girl like you all alone? Can get dangerous. I’d go northwest if you wanna stay safe. I could escort you if you’d like~”

          “The name’s Luciano. I’m Italy. Well -- more or less. I guess it would depend on the way you look at things, hot stuff.” He mused, leaning his chin into his palm. “Pleasure to meet you.”

Just so everyone’s aware this is how he gets his money.