#cumano

But he has an angelic voice and loves the opera. Singing has been his passion ever since he was young. Its all he lived for

Elian is his best friend who became a pirate when they are younger and he visits him and writes to him all the time.

The two are madly in love with the other but too cautious to admit it. Until one day Lorenzo confesses that he is in love with Elian and that he wants to leave his life behind and join him.

Elian is shocked and tries to convince him otherwise. He doesn’t want him to be a pirate and live the hard lives that they live, but Lorenzo is determined.

I like cumano, so, I thought, how about an au where Romano depending on what he feels presents something like making flowers bloom when he feels happy, in love, or can make blizzards just because he gets angry, etc? And why not make Cuba a son of celestial nobility? 

his eyes are like the night, and they come alive under the sun. they take on another dimension- lorenzo remembers when artists began to obsess over realism. it was seeing reality in a way he never had before, and such was looking into those black eyes. all seeing obsidian, yet he has the stars in his eyes. 

his laughter sounds like being drunk, putting the same light, floating feeling in lorenzo’s chest. when laughs hard enough to wipe a tear, he begins to squeal, and dimples appear on his cheeks. lorenzo isn’t very good at making him laugh, but he doesn’t try, either. 

his chest is good for resting on. cuba’s heartbeat is slow, but his body is warm, and lorenzo knows it’s more than leftover sunlight, clinging to his body. the sun lives in every crease of his skin, every curl of his hair. his chest is good for pressing an ear to, and his hands are good for carding through lorenzo’s hair. 

he doesn’t always know he’s beautiful. he thinks he is, and people sometimes let him know. he still wonders- it always feels like an insult, like nobody could believe him so beautiful. like he had stolen his looks, and there was only so much time before he’d be caught.