taxonomites | [ visual ] [ salvatore house ] but now i am jaded you're out of luck i'm rolling down the stairs

The feed opens on a pair of bare feet, where it apparently has been turned on via toe. The feet are unmistakably masculine, but after a moment another set-- these ones smaller-- join them.

Then a hand reaches down and grabs the tablet and all of a sudden, Taxon is treated to a closeup of Damon Salvatore's face, Max just behind him.

"Sono--" his face screws up in concentration, as the reason why he doesn't speak Italian except around Stefan is escaping him for the moment, and he abandons wondering about it in favor of finishing his sentence- "molto, molto ubriaco." He pauses, then says with even more emphasis, "Molto."

Behind him Max dissolves into a fit of giggles, her mussed hair falling in front of her face as her head tips forward a bit. It's clear that whatever they've been drinking, it's gotten to her, too, which shouldn't be a surprise, given that this is the same girl who was caught taking tequila shots on the job not too long ago.

"Altre lingue non sono giuste in questo momento," she says, looking back up with a mock-pout on her lips. (Never mind that she's speaking it perfectly.)

( ooc | following max's post, she and damon have gotten their asses dead drunk on romulan ale. damon said "i am very, very drunk" in italian; max said "other languages aren't fair right now." )

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"Well, that's a damn shame," she says before pushing herself off the wall and reaching for the bottle herself, one of her bra straps sliding down her shoulder as she moves. She manages to snatch it away and takes a long pull of it, long enough that she has to suck in a breath as she swallows.

She smiles as she says the next part, and to oblige she tries it again. The words don't flow nearly as well as they do when he's speaking it (or when she's sober), but she's understandable aside from some slurring.

"E 'stata una delle prime lingue straniere ci hanno insegnato. Insieme a spagnolo e francese."

( translation | 'it was one of the first foreign languages they taught us. along with spanish and french.' )

"Parlo anche questo. Francese. Madre ci ha insegnato tanto, non che il caro vecchio papà lo ha apprezzato. Non molto spagnolo, però. Latina, lo so." Sober, Damon would rather cut out his own tongue than say any of this, no matter how much he's coming to like Max as something other than a booty call. But the Romulan ale casts a glaze over all that, makes him forget why his secrets need to remain that way. "Scuola è stata diversa. Signori bisogno di sapere certe cose."

He snatches the bottle back from Max and drinks deep. "Non che io sia mai stato il migliore per essere stato uno di quelli."

( translation | 'i speak that too. french. mother taught us both, not that dear old dad appreciated it. not much spanish, though. latin, i know.' » 'school was different then. gentlemen needed to know certain things.' » 'not that i was ever the best at being one of those.' )

"Non lo so, non sembrano fare troppo male di un lavoro dalla mia prospettiva," she replies, and that's a little too affectionate for her to typically be comfortable with. but she's too drunk to feel too bothered by it. She tries to snatch the bottle back, but seems to lose interest halfway through the action and her hand lands clumsily on top of his.

Part of her wants to add something to the conversation about parental figures, but there's nothing to add, not unless the wants to count Lydecker, and even while wasted, that's a topic she's not touching with a ten foot pole. Instead, she tries to move them on to something a little less depressing.

"Hanno insegnato loro a gruppi. Indiani, cinesi e giapponesi sono stati in quello successivo," she says before remembering what she was doing and grabbing the bottle back from him, smirking before she switches up the languages. "Anata wa sono izure ka o shitte imasu ka?"

And then she takes another swig.

( translation | 'i don't know, you don't seem to be doing too bad a job in my perspective.' » 'they taught them to us in groups. indian, chinese, and japanese were in the next one.' » 'do you know any of that?' )

"Troppe regole, e non sono mai stato abbastanza buono a tutti loro per compiacere il padre. Amava Stefan, non io." The affection is returned, Max; the walls Damon's built to keep people out have been lowered by the ale, until they might as well have never existed. Stefan may have been the good brother, but Damon was always the demonstrative one.

He laughs at her switch, moving in to press a kis to the corner of her mouth and then taking the bottle back again. "Show-off."

( translation | 'too many rules, and i was never good enough at all of them to please father. he loved stefan, not me.' )

"Lui suona come uno stronzo," Max replies after a minute, and there's genuine sympathy there. Damon's father doesn't sound as bad as she knows other father figures can be (Lydecker had them all chained to the bottom of a pool and let doctors break their bones to see how fast they'd heal from the injuries, Lucy's father had beaten them both and done far worse to Lucy). She suppresses a shudder as she forces the memories back, then smirks playfully at him as he snatches back the bottle.

"Anata wa sore o kaishi," she says, and then leans in to kiss him again.

( translation | 'he sounds like an asshole.' » 'you started it.' )

[ visual ] [ salvatore house ] but now i am jaded you're out of luck i'm rolling down the stairs

let's get drunk and forget what we did;

let's get drunk and forget what we did;

let's get drunk and forget what we did;

let's get drunk and forget what we did;

let's get drunk and forget what we did;