I don’t know if this is a manip or no but it’s a hell of a cute pic.
A ROLEPLAYER REMINDER. DON’T BE AFRAID OF ROLEPLAYERS YOU ADMIRE. LET THEM KNOW HOW YOU FEEL BECAUSE IN REALITY THEY WANNA HEAR IT JUST AS BAD AS YOU DO. DON’T JUDGE A BOOK BY ITS COVER MY FRIENDS.
Is it just me, or does this photo of Colin Baker look a bit like Michael Pitt?
Of course Campbell couldn’t wait. Really the only thng that kept him from carelessly tearing at the envelope was the mental reminder that careless opening might destroy whatever was inside.
He shrieked as he realised just what sort of gift he was unwrapping, actually shouted in surprise and delight, his arms securing himself around Giacomo’s neck practically automatically as Cam smacked a kiss to his cheek. “Ye-! Ye’re bonkers, ye are,” he exclaimed, laughing. “I’ve ne’er actually- on a plane an’ e’erythin’-” He bounced on his heels, beaming brightly - then suddenly paused. “Ye are comin’ with me, tho’, right?”
"Of course I’m going, you prat!" Casanova retorted through a short bark of a laugh while simultaneously swiping the ticked from his lover’s hands, which he used to swat the younger on the forehead as punishment for assuming that he’d ever arrange for him visit Rome unaccompanied. "I’ve never been on a flying contraption before, however, so this journey may be a bit difficult for me." This admitted nervousness hadn’t stemmed from a fear of heights, he simply wasn’t fond of anything that he couldn’t potentially have control over if the need for such arose.
Even so, there was a good chance that his pains would be generously rewarded, and Campbell’s happiness was well worth the effort in the end.
"Serprise?" That caught his attention, rather - and here he’d thought he would be the one surprising Giacomo!
"Oh, eh- well, th’ wine-thing es on fer a coupla days, I think, sae we can go later. Now I’m too curious - an’ perfectly free an ‘willin’ tae see whit ye’ve come up with?" He grinned.
The Venetian waited patiently for Campbell’s spirited response to reach its conclusion, then slipped a neat little envelope into his hands with a grin so wide that it very nearly split his face in two.
"You may open it whenever you’d like~." This was a generous offer, of course, because his knowledge of the other told him that the sleeve would be torn asunder in no time at all.
"So, eh, apparently Carluccio’s in London has thes Venetian wine thing e’ery year.. I thought maybe ye’d like tae go?"
"It would be my honor to accompany you… That is, if you would rather attend to this festival than to the surprise I’ve prepared~." Casanova knew that it was a probably bit cruel to leave his plans shrouded in mystery like that, but it was part of the fun for him.
A frustrated noise choked him. It wasn’t Giacomo he wanted to hurt, of course. He pulled back his hand. “Fru- Not on ye-!” He looked shocked at the mere suggestion. “I love ye. Giacomo!” Cam thumbed at his lover’s cheekbone instead. “Ne’er ye-!”
"I was only trying to make a point- I never once thought that you’d actually slap me." Campbell’s indignant response had amused him quite a bit, but that was something he felt compelled to disguise just as the other had his frustrations, and so he did. "But even if you did, I couldn’t bring myself to be angry with you."
"Oh, I dae-" He raised a clenched fist and, had he been alone, he may have gone beyond that, but now it just hung helpless in the air between them as if Campbell wasn’t sure whether to punch himself or the air or Giac or the sofa they were reclined. In the end, he raked his hand through his hair, pulling at it sharply. "I love ye."
The thespian wound his long fingers about Cam’s wrist with as gentle a touch as he could achieve while still maintaining some strength behind it, and carefully extracted the hand at its end from his hair. Once that appendage was properly removed, Casanova aligned it with his face, then guided it forth to slap the cheek nearest to him gingerly. “My love for you is not conditional, Campbell. Vent your frustrations if you must.”
When you really really want to answer an Rp but you can’t find the right words and you are answering other RPs faster than the speed of light and you are sure the other RPer thinks you are being a douchebag but in reality you are just like
Oh, but he did. “I’ll be better,” he promised quietly, it was almost a plea. A ‘please, I’ll try’ sort of thing, even though it wasn’t necessary. “I don’t want to make ye unhappy.” Campbell took a slow deep breath (or tried to, his breath kept catching).
Seeing Cam in this state caused Casanova’s fool heart to ache without reprieve, and its pain only worsened as he began to realize that there was nothing he could do to cure the other of this sudden onslaught of despair, persistence be damned. “You don’t have to restrain yourself for my sake.” In all honestly, Giacomo just wanted to be of some comfort to him in his time of need.