throw them another smile - a character mix for lorenzini venigni [spotify]
a good song never dies saint motel // everybody loves me onerepublic // lone digger caravan palace // make the sky fall azali // dirty imbecile the happy fits // carnival john michael howell //plenty aeseaes // rises the moon liana flores // wander. wonder. the arcadian wild // what you know two door cinema club // no hands attica riots // bullet saint motel // running all night zayde wolf // lemon drop raynes // close to the sun thefatrat
I saw [this art] by @akiirart of the hotel residents taking up arms against the brb, and it went straight to my head. Itty bitty ~400 words, about reluctant defense, because that Italian does Not look happy about this. (also on ao3)
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Polendina had built up a barricade, but no one felt safe. The rabbits were pounding on the doors, and chopping through the wood, and there were so many windows in this office. If they chose to burst through the glass there wasn’t a thing anyone could do to stop them.
From a dark space behind the bookcase, Belle withdrew a canvas wrapped parcel longer than her arm and apparently quite heavy. She tipped it open, and a sprawl of weapons rolled out. Everyone stared at her, and the pile of sharp things, for a very long time.
Finally, Eugénie broke the confused silence: “How long have you had those in here?”
And with that, Half a Conversation and Lack of Conversation is done (hopefully). [ao3 link here]
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~22k genfic, no archives warnings apply, all hotel residents and the brb involved:
“Two technicians and we can’t undo a knot between us, can we?”
What if the two technicians didn’t escape the Black Rabbit Brotherhood, and had to deal with the fallout–and being tied back to back for several hours in the middle of a very broken hotel lobby?
What started as a discussion on humanity and personhood ended as a conversation about trust and support and really stupid patterned pajamas.
Sitting here having Pulcinella feels all day long, and processing the moment he gained an ego, out of necessity, for a certain young man and a certain devastating event. ~800 words, technically part of Half a Conversation (but I really don’t need to write Another chapter from Venigni’s perspective, right?)
So. Flashbacky feels, though it opens with ego revealed Polendina cleaning a cut Venigni got at the hands of the brb:
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“Tilt your head up for me, please,” Polendina said, ointment at the ready.
“All business? Well—ow!” Venigni’s hands tightened on the chair arms.
Read a fic in which The Youngest said “Ooh! I want Venigni strung from the ceiling!” and my brain said “okay but what if we shove him off a railing like a yo-yo instead”
apparently the brb found bungee cables somewhere in krat
