http://allthefunever.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] allthefunever.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] taxonomites2011-05-14 11:46 pm

[ 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." )

let's get drunk and forget what we did;

[identity profile] aregulargirl.livejournal.com 2011-05-21 07:55 am (UTC)(link)
"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.' ยป 'you started it.' )