Post by Meduzia on Mar 7, 2013 23:29:10 GMT 1
"I ya nikomu ne skazhu, chto ya robota lyublyu ...
Robot, Ya tebya lyublyu, my tak khoteli ...
Robot, Ya tebya vklyuchu I poleteli
Robot, robot, V tvoem serdtse elaktronnye meteli
Poleteli, poleteli, poleteli, poleteli
t.A.T.u. - Robot
[And I won't tell anybody, that I love a robot
Robot, I love you, and we wanted it so badly
Robot, I will turn you on and we'll fly
Robot, robot, electronic storms rage in your heart
We'll fly, we'll fly, we'll fly]
From Alastor's point of view I supposealthough I assume he disagrees OTL Excuse my lousy translation, I don't know Russian very well, I can only partly understand it. ]]
Alan was sitting at the fountain in center of Alegra, lookign at all the cheerful couples around him. Tch. He did not like this. Public displays of attention, ew. Sure, he loved their attention. He loved they way they hugged him, kissed him, pressed against them while he slept (and he hugged, kissed and pressed back with same vigor, maybe even more). After months of repressing feelings, minor depression and hiding from the world, being with them was a relief. It was heaven in every sense. But inside the goddamn dorm. And now Alastor has dragged him out of their safe dorm, here, in Alegra. Here, where, where... Where there were so many people. And he was going to stand him up, Alan knew. He was, because that's what happened. Of course. His mother told him. This happened. They call you and you are left hanging. Unlike his mother or uncle, he wasn't able to make something to do right there, on spot. He wasn't able to just meet somebody else and have a good time.
He wouldn't even try. He wouldn't dare, because he would be afraid of himself. He had two most amazing lovers one person can have. Most amazing people in whole Academy, not that he knew many, but still. Grayish blue eyes flickered around and Alan licked his dry lips, panic attack seeping in even though he appeared to be calm. Watch. He had a watch on his wrist. Right, right... Five more minutes to appointed date. So he wasn't late. Oh God, Al wasn't late. He was overreacting. Alastor wasn't going to stand him up and he'll be here any minute now.
Alan smiled to a girl that said 'hi' to him, vaguely thinking how he doesn't know her and wondering why the hell would she greet somebody she doesn't know. Then he thought how she looks nothing like Tamara. Tamara, who was only an inch shorter than him and built rather much like a boy, unlike this girl who said hi. He couldn't help but compare them - how Tamara was less curvy, but her hair was more shiny, her skin looked smoother and and her eyelashes did not look like this - they were far more... more... She was beautiful. So unlike this girl, or maybe it was just hm. Speaking of Tamara, it was albino-less day it appeared. As far as he knew, she excused herself with a busy day and boys, since they had nothing to do, unlike some hard-working ones, had decided to go out to Alegra (read: Alastor has decided, Alan had to agree).
Alan vaguely thought how he would need to deal with social anxiety. Stop giving fake smiles and pretend he was alright with everything. Al said it was fine to show what you think. Tamara said it's perfectly fine to tell people how you feel, but alexithymia was a huge problem. His inability to express his feelings was getting in the way, but he wanted to learn. He wanted to learn so he could tell them. Tell that they were perfect. That he didn't deserve them, that he was far below their level. They were were so nice, kind, beautiful, perfect in every sense and meaning. That they meant the world to him.
But he couldn't. He couldn't, not yet. But... first things first. Alastor said it would be easier if he learned basic first. So here he is, waiting for his boyfriend to show up so he could finally get around to teaching him colors. He still did not understand why they couldn't do this in the safety of their dorm. He'll ask. He'll have to ask and that would be voicing out his opinion. That was good, then, correct?
Robot, Ya tebya lyublyu, my tak khoteli ...
Robot, Ya tebya vklyuchu I poleteli
Robot, robot, V tvoem serdtse elaktronnye meteli
Poleteli, poleteli, poleteli, poleteli
t.A.T.u. - Robot
[And I won't tell anybody, that I love a robot
Robot, I love you, and we wanted it so badly
Robot, I will turn you on and we'll fly
Robot, robot, electronic storms rage in your heart
We'll fly, we'll fly, we'll fly]
From Alastor's point of view I suppose
Alan was sitting at the fountain in center of Alegra, lookign at all the cheerful couples around him. Tch. He did not like this. Public displays of attention, ew. Sure, he loved their attention. He loved they way they hugged him, kissed him, pressed against them while he slept (and he hugged, kissed and pressed back with same vigor, maybe even more). After months of repressing feelings, minor depression and hiding from the world, being with them was a relief. It was heaven in every sense. But inside the goddamn dorm. And now Alastor has dragged him out of their safe dorm, here, in Alegra. Here, where, where... Where there were so many people. And he was going to stand him up, Alan knew. He was, because that's what happened. Of course. His mother told him. This happened. They call you and you are left hanging. Unlike his mother or uncle, he wasn't able to make something to do right there, on spot. He wasn't able to just meet somebody else and have a good time.
He wouldn't even try. He wouldn't dare, because he would be afraid of himself. He had two most amazing lovers one person can have. Most amazing people in whole Academy, not that he knew many, but still. Grayish blue eyes flickered around and Alan licked his dry lips, panic attack seeping in even though he appeared to be calm. Watch. He had a watch on his wrist. Right, right... Five more minutes to appointed date. So he wasn't late. Oh God, Al wasn't late. He was overreacting. Alastor wasn't going to stand him up and he'll be here any minute now.
Alan smiled to a girl that said 'hi' to him, vaguely thinking how he doesn't know her and wondering why the hell would she greet somebody she doesn't know. Then he thought how she looks nothing like Tamara. Tamara, who was only an inch shorter than him and built rather much like a boy, unlike this girl who said hi. He couldn't help but compare them - how Tamara was less curvy, but her hair was more shiny, her skin looked smoother and and her eyelashes did not look like this - they were far more... more... She was beautiful. So unlike this girl, or maybe it was just hm. Speaking of Tamara, it was albino-less day it appeared. As far as he knew, she excused herself with a busy day and boys, since they had nothing to do, unlike some hard-working ones, had decided to go out to Alegra (read: Alastor has decided, Alan had to agree).
Alan vaguely thought how he would need to deal with social anxiety. Stop giving fake smiles and pretend he was alright with everything. Al said it was fine to show what you think. Tamara said it's perfectly fine to tell people how you feel, but alexithymia was a huge problem. His inability to express his feelings was getting in the way, but he wanted to learn. He wanted to learn so he could tell them. Tell that they were perfect. That he didn't deserve them, that he was far below their level. They were were so nice, kind, beautiful, perfect in every sense and meaning. That they meant the world to him.
But he couldn't. He couldn't, not yet. But... first things first. Alastor said it would be easier if he learned basic first. So here he is, waiting for his boyfriend to show up so he could finally get around to teaching him colors. He still did not understand why they couldn't do this in the safety of their dorm. He'll ask. He'll have to ask and that would be voicing out his opinion. That was good, then, correct?
