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sunshine_173) wrote2010-11-02 07:32 pm
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Crimson & Clover: Prologue/??
Title: Crimson & Clover
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sunshine_173
Rating: PG
Pairing: BellDom/Original characters
Summary: When Dominic, a young college student from NYC, visits his sister in a small town in Southern Italy, he comes across Matthew, an Italian born, English raised wine maker and connoisseur. After their brief encounter, Dominic finds himself taken by this enigmatic and seductive man. During the two months of summer, he experiences more than he could've imagined.
Feedback: Is completely welcome. It makes me all sorts of happy. Feel free to critique, but be nice, yeah ^^
Disclaimer: I don't own Muse, Matt or Dom. If I did, unspeakable acts would be committed.
Warning: Nothing really going on here.
Note: This is based off of a dream I had of Matt and Dom in a winery and yeah... Anyhoo, epic love and thanks tolalalive23 for being a massive help and plot doctor and overall lovely woman ♥ Hope you like ^^
Humidity. Sun. Warmth. All-encompassing warmth. A thousand thousand thousand nerve endings were bombarded all at once as the blonde stepped, yawning, off the plane where he had just woken moments before.
He inhaled unfamiliar scents; the smell of various flowers lining the walls of the airport ahead of him, the sting of saltwater from the sea not many miles away, the overall cleanliness of the air. Looking around, he was taken aback by the solid blue of the sky, how flawless and uninterrupted it was. People passed him, chatting amiably with each other as they hurried, hand gestures and a frantic language he barely understood accompanying their laughter
Italy.
Naples to be exact. Dominic had flown here from New York City to spend the summer with his twin sister Emma, who had just married and was now expecting a baby boy.
Dominic smiled to himself, breathing in deep again and relishing in the freshness and difference of everything around him. It’d been years since he’d travelled to Europe, his desire to pursue a degree in political science completely negating the thought of leaving the country. He didn’t regret it though; he loved what he learned and wouldn’t trade his passions for anything.
He walked through the airport, whistling to himself and smiling at everyone he passed. He’d had a positive feeling about this trip ever since he bought the ticket three weeks previous. If anything, he was looking forward to doing absolutely nothing but eating gelato and intricate pastas while relaxing under the sun for the next two months. Of course, he was ecstatic to see his sister after over a year of being apart. The last time he’d seen her, she was at the altar, and after that, went away on a large honeymoon traversing across most of Europe. Though the moment they reached Italy, she called Dominic and his mother, joyous that she and Michael found their home.
Benevento, Italy was a small town northeast of Naples. Dominic had never heard of it untill Emma had called, gushing about the beautiful landscape and stunning people. So, as he stood waiting for his luggage, he couldn’t suppress random bouts of childish glee at the thought of not only seeing his twin, but seeing this exquisite land she spoke of so fondly.
“Posso aiutarla, signore?”* A melodious voice greeted his ears, and he looked away from the revolving baggage carousel, smiling chocolate brown eyes staring back at him. Captivated for a moment by the beauty of the woman, he realized when she started giggling that she worked at the airport, a silver and blue metal nametag reading “Giulietta.”
“Oh! I-Io non…capri-capisco Italiano.”** He nervously stuttered out, the woman erupting in silent laughter again before nodding understandingly.
“Understand, signore.” She smiled at him, still able to get her point across through her thick accent. “Help, signore?”
“What?” He cocked his head, a sudden dawning of realization coming over him. “Oh, do I need help?” She nodded patiently. “No, thank you. I’m just waiting for my bags. Grazie, grazie.” She giggled again at his pronunciation, and, nodding again, turned away.
Dominic looked back towards the carousel, finally sighting his small group of dark royal blue suitcases, and shaking his head at his first encounter with a native.
A few moments later, suitcases dragging behind him, he headed towards the entrance of the airport. The terminal was bustling with tourists, a variety of accents and language assaulting his ears as he walked slowly, happily, scanning the crowd for his sister.
“Dominic!” He whipped his head around at the call. “DOMINIC!” Turning in circles, standing on his toes trying to follow that familiar voice, a grin breaking out across his face.
Suddenly, the wind was knocked out of him as he was tackled by strong arms. “You old blind man, we’re right here!”
Dominic laughed, trying to disentangle himself from Michael, his lifelong friend and sister’s husband. Michael was tall, at least six-foot, with a head of black curly hair and a face that always seemed to have a smile on it. His hazel eyes sparkled when he spun Dominic around and hugged him, Dominic wheezing at the force of the squeeze.
“Alright, alright, beast, I see you!” Snorting with laughter, he batted away Michael’s hands as they ruffled his blonde hair, looking around his thick body to see the smiling face of his angelic sister. “Emma! Oh, I’ve missed you so much.” He stepped quickly forward, dodging Michael’s foot when he went to trip him. He reached out and pulled her into an embrace, rocking her back and forth when he heard her sniffle. “Why are you crying? Did you think I’d not come.” He leaned back, her small hands practically clinging to him, and smiled at the tears threatening to overspill from her grey eyes. “You’ve changed, Em. Your hair is all…short. I like it, fits you.” He looked over her short, bob-length blonde hair and petite features, noticing her loss of weight. She giggled and hugged him once more.
“God, I’ve hated you not being here. Phone calls and emails are just not enough.” She playfully smacked his arm. “You need to be a slacker like the rest of us and ditch school to party with your grandma of a sister.” She said, grinning.
“Oh, please, grandma? You’re only…what? Fifty?” He laughed at her mock-outraged face, avoiding another hit from her tiny fists. “You know I’m kidding, silly.”
“I never know with you, Dom. You special thing, you.” Her serious face could barely hide the smile she was forcing down. “Gah, I’ve missed you too much!”
“Wait a minute. Stay right there.” Michael ordered, taking a step towards his wife and reaching for her purse. “You both look adorable. I miss taking candids of you.”
“Mike, it’s not a candid if we know you’re taking it.”
“Bullshit, I’ll do what I want.” He laughed out, ignoring Emma’s eye roll.
He smirked victoriously when he pulled out a thin, silver digital camera, turning it on and snapping a picture when the twins stole a knowing glance. Dominic sighed, pretending exasperated, and gathered his sister in his arms, smiling at the flash of the camera.
“Alright, show me, I wanna know how bad I look.” Emma tried to get a hold of the camera, but Michael, being over a head taller than her, easily kept it out of her reach. “Michael….” She whined, pouting.
“Darlin’, you ain’t got nothin’ to worry ‘bout. You always gorgeous to me.” He did a faux-country accent, Emma bursting out in laughter.
“Oh, oh, the baby. Oh he’s moving.” She rubbed her pregnant belly, leaning on Michael’s shoulder as he wrapped his arm around her shoulder.
“How is Mr. Ethan, by the way?” Dominic asked, squatting down in front of his sister and pecking her belly button through her shirt. “Hey there, buddy.” He whispered, talking to his soon-to-be nephew. “I’m quite sorry I haven’t been able to introduce myself before, but you know, life.” He glanced up, noticing Emma’s smiling face, and stuck his tongue out at Michael as he took another picture. “I’m Dominic, your uncle. Your momma is a lovely lady, so I want you to know she’s going to take amazing care of you. Your father on the other hand…” He trailed off, jumping up and away when Michael grabbed for him, laughing.
“Okay, boys, let’s go.” Emma smiled at them, Michael finally catching Dominic, holding him in a choke-hold and ruffling his hair.
“Alright, alright! You’ll be a great dad, you bastard.” Dominic giggled, catching his breath and playfully shoving Michael.
“C’mon, you two. We have a long drive ahead of us.” She reached for one of Dominic’s bags, her hands being swatted away by the two protective men. Michael grabbed a couple suitcases, swiftly pecking Emma’s nose as he walked away, smirking at her over his shoulder. Dominic carried the rest of his luggage, shooing her away from the bags, and she smiled, following after him.
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* "Can I help, sir?"
** "I don't understand Italian."
Author:
sunshine_173 Rating: PG
Pairing: BellDom/Original characters
Summary: When Dominic, a young college student from NYC, visits his sister in a small town in Southern Italy, he comes across Matthew, an Italian born, English raised wine maker and connoisseur. After their brief encounter, Dominic finds himself taken by this enigmatic and seductive man. During the two months of summer, he experiences more than he could've imagined.
Feedback: Is completely welcome. It makes me all sorts of happy. Feel free to critique, but be nice, yeah ^^
Disclaimer: I don't own Muse, Matt or Dom. If I did, unspeakable acts would be committed.
Warning: Nothing really going on here.
Note: This is based off of a dream I had of Matt and Dom in a winery and yeah... Anyhoo, epic love and thanks to
lalalive23 for being a massive help and plot doctor and overall lovely woman ♥ Hope you like ^^Humidity. Sun. Warmth. All-encompassing warmth. A thousand thousand thousand nerve endings were bombarded all at once as the blonde stepped, yawning, off the plane where he had just woken moments before.
He inhaled unfamiliar scents; the smell of various flowers lining the walls of the airport ahead of him, the sting of saltwater from the sea not many miles away, the overall cleanliness of the air. Looking around, he was taken aback by the solid blue of the sky, how flawless and uninterrupted it was. People passed him, chatting amiably with each other as they hurried, hand gestures and a frantic language he barely understood accompanying their laughter
Italy.
Naples to be exact. Dominic had flown here from New York City to spend the summer with his twin sister Emma, who had just married and was now expecting a baby boy.
Dominic smiled to himself, breathing in deep again and relishing in the freshness and difference of everything around him. It’d been years since he’d travelled to Europe, his desire to pursue a degree in political science completely negating the thought of leaving the country. He didn’t regret it though; he loved what he learned and wouldn’t trade his passions for anything.
He walked through the airport, whistling to himself and smiling at everyone he passed. He’d had a positive feeling about this trip ever since he bought the ticket three weeks previous. If anything, he was looking forward to doing absolutely nothing but eating gelato and intricate pastas while relaxing under the sun for the next two months. Of course, he was ecstatic to see his sister after over a year of being apart. The last time he’d seen her, she was at the altar, and after that, went away on a large honeymoon traversing across most of Europe. Though the moment they reached Italy, she called Dominic and his mother, joyous that she and Michael found their home.
Benevento, Italy was a small town northeast of Naples. Dominic had never heard of it untill Emma had called, gushing about the beautiful landscape and stunning people. So, as he stood waiting for his luggage, he couldn’t suppress random bouts of childish glee at the thought of not only seeing his twin, but seeing this exquisite land she spoke of so fondly.
“Posso aiutarla, signore?”* A melodious voice greeted his ears, and he looked away from the revolving baggage carousel, smiling chocolate brown eyes staring back at him. Captivated for a moment by the beauty of the woman, he realized when she started giggling that she worked at the airport, a silver and blue metal nametag reading “Giulietta.”
“Oh! I-Io non…capri-capisco Italiano.”** He nervously stuttered out, the woman erupting in silent laughter again before nodding understandingly.
“Understand, signore.” She smiled at him, still able to get her point across through her thick accent. “Help, signore?”
“What?” He cocked his head, a sudden dawning of realization coming over him. “Oh, do I need help?” She nodded patiently. “No, thank you. I’m just waiting for my bags. Grazie, grazie.” She giggled again at his pronunciation, and, nodding again, turned away.
Dominic looked back towards the carousel, finally sighting his small group of dark royal blue suitcases, and shaking his head at his first encounter with a native.
A few moments later, suitcases dragging behind him, he headed towards the entrance of the airport. The terminal was bustling with tourists, a variety of accents and language assaulting his ears as he walked slowly, happily, scanning the crowd for his sister.
“Dominic!” He whipped his head around at the call. “DOMINIC!” Turning in circles, standing on his toes trying to follow that familiar voice, a grin breaking out across his face.
Suddenly, the wind was knocked out of him as he was tackled by strong arms. “You old blind man, we’re right here!”
Dominic laughed, trying to disentangle himself from Michael, his lifelong friend and sister’s husband. Michael was tall, at least six-foot, with a head of black curly hair and a face that always seemed to have a smile on it. His hazel eyes sparkled when he spun Dominic around and hugged him, Dominic wheezing at the force of the squeeze.
“Alright, alright, beast, I see you!” Snorting with laughter, he batted away Michael’s hands as they ruffled his blonde hair, looking around his thick body to see the smiling face of his angelic sister. “Emma! Oh, I’ve missed you so much.” He stepped quickly forward, dodging Michael’s foot when he went to trip him. He reached out and pulled her into an embrace, rocking her back and forth when he heard her sniffle. “Why are you crying? Did you think I’d not come.” He leaned back, her small hands practically clinging to him, and smiled at the tears threatening to overspill from her grey eyes. “You’ve changed, Em. Your hair is all…short. I like it, fits you.” He looked over her short, bob-length blonde hair and petite features, noticing her loss of weight. She giggled and hugged him once more.
“God, I’ve hated you not being here. Phone calls and emails are just not enough.” She playfully smacked his arm. “You need to be a slacker like the rest of us and ditch school to party with your grandma of a sister.” She said, grinning.
“Oh, please, grandma? You’re only…what? Fifty?” He laughed at her mock-outraged face, avoiding another hit from her tiny fists. “You know I’m kidding, silly.”
“I never know with you, Dom. You special thing, you.” Her serious face could barely hide the smile she was forcing down. “Gah, I’ve missed you too much!”
“Wait a minute. Stay right there.” Michael ordered, taking a step towards his wife and reaching for her purse. “You both look adorable. I miss taking candids of you.”
“Mike, it’s not a candid if we know you’re taking it.”
“Bullshit, I’ll do what I want.” He laughed out, ignoring Emma’s eye roll.
He smirked victoriously when he pulled out a thin, silver digital camera, turning it on and snapping a picture when the twins stole a knowing glance. Dominic sighed, pretending exasperated, and gathered his sister in his arms, smiling at the flash of the camera.
“Alright, show me, I wanna know how bad I look.” Emma tried to get a hold of the camera, but Michael, being over a head taller than her, easily kept it out of her reach. “Michael….” She whined, pouting.
“Darlin’, you ain’t got nothin’ to worry ‘bout. You always gorgeous to me.” He did a faux-country accent, Emma bursting out in laughter.
“Oh, oh, the baby. Oh he’s moving.” She rubbed her pregnant belly, leaning on Michael’s shoulder as he wrapped his arm around her shoulder.
“How is Mr. Ethan, by the way?” Dominic asked, squatting down in front of his sister and pecking her belly button through her shirt. “Hey there, buddy.” He whispered, talking to his soon-to-be nephew. “I’m quite sorry I haven’t been able to introduce myself before, but you know, life.” He glanced up, noticing Emma’s smiling face, and stuck his tongue out at Michael as he took another picture. “I’m Dominic, your uncle. Your momma is a lovely lady, so I want you to know she’s going to take amazing care of you. Your father on the other hand…” He trailed off, jumping up and away when Michael grabbed for him, laughing.
“Okay, boys, let’s go.” Emma smiled at them, Michael finally catching Dominic, holding him in a choke-hold and ruffling his hair.
“Alright, alright! You’ll be a great dad, you bastard.” Dominic giggled, catching his breath and playfully shoving Michael.
“C’mon, you two. We have a long drive ahead of us.” She reached for one of Dominic’s bags, her hands being swatted away by the two protective men. Michael grabbed a couple suitcases, swiftly pecking Emma’s nose as he walked away, smirking at her over his shoulder. Dominic carried the rest of his luggage, shooing her away from the bags, and she smiled, following after him.
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* "Can I help, sir?"
** "I don't understand Italian."