℘ cinco - accidental video ℘

[latomatetas.livejournal.com]

[ Her rose has bloomed, a lovely blood-red, and Spain was cooking in another part of the Arena when she breathes in and starts humming. ]

Una mujer quiere sentir
Una mujer quiere sentir

[ Wooden spatula in hand, she takes the bowl she was mixing ingredients in and starts dancing around, her singing louder now. ]

Ooh yeah, yea-yeah
Yo te agradezco por insistir, por seguir
Dando tiempo a que me entregue a ti
Comprendiendo mis miedos oh, sin vencerte jamas
Yea-yeah

Me atrevo a ver pero sin tocar
Yo quiero mas que una noche loca
Gracias por comprender
Por no ser impaciente y serme fiel

Una mujer, quiere sentir
Que es bien amada y no la haran sufrir
Y tendras su amor como lo sonaste
Una mujer quiere sentir
Antes de darse que es feliz
Te dira que si, sin miedo a entregarse

[ Laughing, she continues the rest of the song, not knowing that she has been recorded. ]

[ooc: In before the Feb 15 event! /homerunslide!]

Comments

Voice

[beerjugs.livejournal.com]

Just what are you chanting?

Voice

[latomatetas.livejournal.com]

Chanting? Oh, you mean my singing?

Voice

[beerjugs.livejournal.com]

Is that's what it's supposed to be? The beat is odd.

What's the happy occasion?

Voice

[latomatetas.livejournal.com]

It's a modern beat, querida.

Mm? I'm not really sure. I just felt like singing~

Voice

[beerjugs.livejournal.com]

If I didn't know any better, I'd gave thought someone was enamored.

Voice

[latomatetas.livejournal.com]

[ Giggles. ] Maybe? Or maybe I'm just feeling the want to sing~

1/3

[beerjugs.livejournal.com]

Come on! Who's the lucky bastard?

[beerjugs.livejournal.com]

Or in this case, the lucky chick, seeing how we're all--

[beerjugs.livejournal.com]

Is there something you ain't telling me?

[latomatetas.livejournal.com]

Why would I keep secrets from you, querida?

[beerjugs.livejournal.com]

Damn right! So just spill the beans.

[latomatetas.livejournal.com]

Nobody! I'm just singing because I feel like it.

[beerjugs.livejournal.com]

I suppose that's more of France's area anyway.

[latomatetas.livejournal.com]

Oh, how have you been doing, Prusia? Not terrorising the rabbits again, are you?

[beerjugs.livejournal.com]

Hah! Like the little fluffy creatures could be a match for me anyway! Even if they do have the softest fur and those cute round eyes--

[Grows slightly more serious] I have a bad feeling. Well, not really bad, but I don't think it's that good either.

[latomatetas.livejournal.com]

About the flowers? But they're so beautiful, and smell so lovely...

[beerjugs.livejournal.com]

They make me feel... Weird. It's odd.

[latomatetas.livejournal.com]

Like, in love?

[beerjugs.livejournal.com]

Like I want to beat the shit out of everything, but with someone else.

[latomatetas.livejournal.com]

Mm, beating things up with a special person?

[beerjugs.livejournal.com]

It's like you're reading my mind!

[latomatetas.livejournal.com]

Want me to tag along, like old times?

[beerjugs.livejournal.com]

You've always had a beautiful form in battle.

[latomatetas.livejournal.com]

It has been a while, to be honest...

[beerjugs.livejournal.com]

Enough with that! I'll whip you into shape in no time.

[latomatetas.livejournal.com]

[ Licks her lips unconsciously. ] I would love to take up the offer, querida.

[beerjugs.livejournal.com]

I thought you'd never ask, Isa. Missed me that much?

[latomatetas.livejournal.com]

Perhaps. It'll be nice to play together again, the three of us.

[beerjugs.livejournal.com]

[She's proud, but not enough to deny that.]

Those were the days. The best of them.

[latomatetas.livejournal.com]

We were the best, no?

[beerjugs.livejournal.com]

We were incomparable to anything else, especially that weak hearted, spectacle wearing priss! [Never mind her union with Spain. Someone is still butthurt]

[latomatetas.livejournal.com]

Don't be so mean to Austria, hermana.

I blame the flowers, really

[beerjugs.livejournal.com]

You do like her better, don't you?

Mmhm.

[latomatetas.livejournal.com]

She was my ex-wife, Prusia.

[beerjugs.livejournal.com]

That never stopped us from being what we are.

Dammit, Spanien.

[latomatetas.livejournal.com]

Prusia...?

[beerjugs.livejournal.com]

It's always going to be her. But I'm going to win you back yet.

[latomatetas.livejournal.com]

It's not always about her, Prusia. I love you too, querida.

[beerjugs.livejournal.com]

I don't need your pity.



But I'm still expecting you to show up for training.

[latomatetas.livejournal.com]

Of course, training. I will be there, don't worry.