Madre and Padre?Miguel always felt awkward when near a church. He wasn't one to shun faith or push it away entirely, as Tulio always seemed bent on doing - he was completely open to the concept, despite the trials that life had thrown at him. No, the reason he felt awkward was simply because he felt he felt he was tarnishing the place. People like him and Tulio weren't generally welcomed at such establishments, so they steered clear if they could help it, just to avoid any trouble. But steering clear could be damn hard when it was the coldest, wettest winter night you'd seen for some time, and you had an armful of heavy groceries. A situation like that can make the usually cold and intimidating exterior of a church look warm and inviting. But having said that, it did look more warm and inviting than usual it was Christmas Eve, after all.Madre and Padre?4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The sight of all the lit candles and seasonal flowers would have brought a smile to his face any other time, but they only served to bring out a nervous feelin
Time Is PreciousOur glorious cityTime Is Precious4 years ago in Scraps More Like This
Was built by the divinities by Gods
Who saw fit to bestow
The gift of a paradise
Peaceful and harmonious upon
Us mere mortals below
"Muvixél.." Tolozete looked to the other god with a raised eyebrow. When gazing from the corners of his eyes he saw that he was sat on a chair made of the twilight, his golden hair adorned with random stars he had plucked from the night sky previously. He wore jewelry along his arms and neck that shimmered a beautiful red and orange. Shielding his more intimate regions was a thin, silk-like fabric that knotted in the front to keep it from falling. Tolozete was dressed much the same, accept his own jewelry was a mixture of gold and blue and covering most of his black hair sat a colorful feathered cap.
"Hm?" Absently, the fellow god strummed his mandolin, an instrument he had taken up when it was first invented by the mortals below. It was his favorite of all the instruments he had taken up.
"Come and take over watch
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Tulio felt the music rush through his body as he moved his feet to the corresponding beat. A sensational feeling ran down his spine as he lost himself to the excitement and flow of things around him. With the push of the wine of the evening, he felt as free as he was when they escaped El Dorado with a loud departure.
It had been a year and a half and Chel just wasn't just cutting it anymore. With the new world open to her, she tended to bask in another presence. Tulio was upset. He had found her in the back of a an alley with another Spanish man over her. He shouldn't have been surprised but he was. He was angry with himself for inviting her at all and thinking they would stay together. What a stupid thought. What was worse It was Valentines Day.
Now here he was in a party, trying to put himself in another mind set. He was too focused on this that he didn't even realize Miguel pushing through the crowd to him. Tulio lifted his head only at the call of his own name from the blonde
Naranjas - Migulio"Hey," Tulio murmured offhandedly as he kicked the door of the casa he and his partner had been holing up in for the duration of their latest scam closed behind him and flopped into a seat, swinging his feet up on the table.Naranjas - Migulio4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Hey hey." Said partner replied flatly, not looking up from his cooking.
"What's with you?"
"Oh nothing, darling." A somewhat sour undertone began to surface as he began to decapitate his next vegetable. "How's Chel?"
Tulio arched an eyebrow from his place at the table, trying fruitlessly to catch a glimpse of the blonde's face.
"Chel? I went to the market, Miguel." He reminded him as if it were obvious, jiggling the oranges his partner had asked for before tossing them over.
"Huh. High demand for oranges?" he sniffed, raising a hand to catch the impending fruit.
He was cut off as Miguel slammed the knife down and whirled round to face him, folding his arms.
"For God's sake, Tuli, it's dark. You left this morning," his nose was wrinkled