Antonio Vivaldi
Concerto for Violin, Strings and Basso Continuo in C major, RV 194
I. Allegro mà poco 0:08
II. Largo 4:02
III. Allegro 6:25
how’s life dear?OOC: Pretty good, all things considered; how are you?
Campbell smile softened a little and he rested his forhead against Giacomo’s. He didn’t mind that it wasn’t a very good metaphor, it sounded sweet to him all th’ same. “Who cares how I was afore, ‘m feelin’ absolutely splendid now,” he muttered.
Long fingered hands raised to cup either side of the younger man’s face with familiar tenderness, their tips content to rest upon the freckled planes of his cheeks. “I care deeply for your plight, which is a truth that stands whether I am here or far away when you suffer through it..”
Oh, shut up and come here.
Where have you been?! Travelling? Did you make it to London? Did you invent…wait, spoilers.
Your manner of flirtation is fairly unpracticed, I must say~.
If the lottery is what you were so carefully alluding to, I have indeed invented it, and it is quite the success! As for London.. I have not yet found reason to seek it out.
He can’t stop a laugh escaping, wrapping his arms around Giac tightly with no intention of letting go any time soon. “How’ve ye been? Christ, I missed ye-” Cam murmured breathlessly.
“I endured as well as a man could with pieces of his very person removed and cast away from him for a lengthy period of time.” That was, of course, a metaphor for the distance between Giacomo and his lovers during his absence, though it was a rather poor one. “And how have you fared, caro mio?”
You are a sassy little…
I missed you dearly.
You know well that I am as innocent as they come, my dear Doctor! There is no need to lie. -A false statement if ever there was one.-
