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Post by carmine on Apr 18, 2013 23:25:17 GMT -6
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Carmine shivered as it passed over him, whipping his hair up into a chaotic mess. He tried throwing his hands up and pressing them to the top of his head to prevent it, but it was unavoidable. Under his breath, he swore as made his way over towards the nearest shop window to use the reflective surface to fix his newly disheveled locks. Before he settled himself in front of it, he cast his eyes around him. He was out around town with his twin though he wasn’t sure where he was now.
His twin was somewhere nearby yet hopefully far enough away that he wouldn’t see his preening. Luca seemed to enjoy poking fun of every little feminine thing he did. It was infuriating when Carmine had no choice but to fuss over his hair, makeup and clothes. He was supposed to keep everyone around him convinced he was a woman as his part of the bet! It wasn’t like he enjoyed it or anything. If Luca thought he did, he was wrong. He couldn’t say his cross dressing was without its benefits.
Before the bet, he would never let his eyes linger on frilly clothes or sparkling jewels for fear of someone assuming he was a girl. He had become so self-conscious about it that it was beginning to affect his daily life. Carmine couldn’t care less anymore now that he was forced to play the part people once assumed of him before. For a man, he looked pretty damn good in the long skirt and midriff exposing shirt he wore or any kind of jewelry—anything he wore, really. He was in need of more accessories though.
The transparent reflection of himself became less of his focus the moment his eyes noticed the glittering trinkets on the other side of the glass. He hadn’t realized before now that he had found himself in from of the jewelry store. Now that he knew, he couldn’t complain. Carmine eyed the display, browsing the wares before deciding if he wanted to go inside. He hadn’t reached a decision when he heard footsteps and spun around to face the approaching figure. “I was just fixing my—I mean looking at jewelry—I mean, doing nothing!" | | [atrb=style, background-color:99173C;,bTable] |
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Post by luca on Apr 19, 2013 1:34:08 GMT -6
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Carmine totally enjoyed this thing more than what was good for him. Or for a him anyways. See, Luca didn't even to be watching and Carmine would still be doing all these chick habits like pulling on his clothes or looking at his reflection. Or shopping for... whatever girls shopped for. Luca, from where he was standing across the street, couldn't tell if Carmine was doing either of the later two. Maybe it would've been a better idea to not drag him along on this grocery errand. He wasn't going to carry anything and Luca definitely didn't want to be prying the loon off of every shiny surface they passed by.
The ingredients for tonight's dinner in hand, the energetic twin bounded over the cobblestone road to join the boring one, only to startle him out of whatever jewelry-engaged trance he'd been lost in. "Woah! Attento!" Luca shouted when he jumped back, just dodging being hit by the hem of Carmine's skirt. He quickly looked to check that none of the produce had been bruised before elbowing his twin firmly in the side. It was no way to treat a woman, but Carmine was hardly a lady. "Geez, touchy! Are you on your pts or something?"
A few gazes and idle pairs of ears turned their way to witness the commotion. Realizing this, Luca quickly improvised for the sake of his lovely sister. "Now, Carmina, bella," he cooed with sickly affection, pressing a firm kiss to his brother's forehead. "You know that you can't be ogling such expensive things. Unless..." Feigning suspicion, the dramatic twin began to stroke his chin. Moments later, he jumped and pointed an accusing finger at his sibling. "You've been making extra on the side! I bet you have!" A few disapproving clicks of his tongue, a shameful shake of his head. "You should know loose morals are not attractive, even on a beautiful woman like yourself. And besides..." He turned to shoot his bitter half a cheeky grin, "They pay more for your service the holier you keep your other conduct!"
And with that, Luca, shifting the basket to one arm, reached out and messed Carmine's fixed hair.
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Post by carmine on Apr 19, 2013 18:18:32 GMT -6
| [cs=2][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style, width:400px; border-bottom:solid 10px 99173C; ,bTable][atrb=style,background-color:FCFCFC;] Face lit red with the blood that rushed up to fill his cheeks and eyes glaring, Carmine bit back any retorts dancing on the tip of his tongue. His jaw clenched to further keep back his words while his brother went on and on with embarrassing and degrading comments. Did he honestly think Carmine enjoyed dressing in drag? Luca was wrong if he did! He had been plagued with his feminine appearance his entire life, striving to be masculine in any way he could. Why would he enjoy something so degrading?!
…Okay, maybe he was discovering a use in his appearance that he ignored before but he would never admit that out loud. There was even a chance that he was coming to enjoy it just a little but too. Luca didn’t need to know that either. He would continue to deny it. At the moment, however, he couldn’t even do that much. Not in public. He had an image to uphold for their bet. With a gulp of air and an assertive stomp of his foot, he opened his mouth to speak and stopped himself short.
Instead, he let out a frustrated screech and crossed his arms over his chest. The feeling of the water bra bosom pressed back against his arms as an unpleasant reminder. He threw his arms down right afterwards. All the curious bystanders meant he couldn’t afford a slip of the tongue so he was unable to say any of the things he wanted to. Carmine could only mutter under his breath something of paying Luca back for his humiliation. He would too.
An idea sprung into Carmine’s mind then. If Luca was going to play dirty then he could too. “W-Why would you say that?” Frustration dropped from his face, he let out a sound that was easily taken as sob and brought his hands up to his face. Forced tears welled up in his eyes while he let out a blubbered into his palms. Every whimper and sniffle he made louder to attract attention. His words were muffled by both his hands and made incoherent by his crying.
Tears streaming down his cheeks, Carmine dropped to the ground and let his false wails echo out across the plaza for all to hear. Few things he whimpered out were distinguishable as any known words, but he made a point to emphasize anything that could bring attention to them. Curious glances turned to disapproving stares while the crowd mumbled about the scene they watched. He was sure he heard someone call out to Luca but he was too caught up in his dramatic display to hear it.
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Post by luca on May 2, 2013 22:10:58 GMT -6
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He was good. She was good. Carmine had always been good. At plenty of things. At getting her way, at getting others out of her way. At getting whatever she wanted no matter the cost. Luca was foolish to believe that he would grasp the upper hand for so long, despite knowing this about his twin, basking in his presumed victory long after Carmine had begun his next plenty. Having not realized this fault in judgment, he had his back to his sister-brother when he heard that terribly familiar sob. The way his voice just caught in the back of his throat, cracking as he attempted to stifle it with a few miserable sniffles, muffled further by his palms. When Luca turned around, Carmine had already collapsed onto her knees.
A congregation had begun to form around the unraveling scene, the meeker further back than those who were unabashed by their natural curiosity and frustration. They watched as the forsaken maiden cried her gentle heart out while her sibling, bundle of produce in hand, paced around the fallen woman. The prankster knew this was a joke, a dirty trick playing on him. He dove easily for the bait and turned towards those surrounding, hollering with the broadest grin on his face. "You are oh-ver-ree-act-ing! Always with the drama! And the fireworks!" Luca would exclaim and extend his hands up to exaggerate a flourished explosion, long fingers wiggling in the air. "Ha! Look at her! What a little principessa! Or, what is it, drama queen!" He paused his hollaring only to catch his breath, chortling loudly like a mad hyena. Subconsciously, he continued this obscene cackling if only to drown out the pitiful sounds coming from his effeminate brother. He, she, Carmine was that good.
Amongst those composing the closest crowd, a mousy looking brunette stepped onto the stage. She certainly was no actress, her dress and frock humble and handmade. But even before such innocent appearance, what with her dusting of freckles across her flushed cheeks, the rambunctious vintner was utterly mortified. The next huff of hot air was stuck halfway in his throat, which made him cough as he struggled to find that loitering breath. His pupils dilated, blue eyes no longer bubbling with their usual excitement. Now they were frozen in utter fear.
Hardly phased by Luca's apparent repulsion, the young woman walked right passed him, sure to just bump him as she came to the weeping woman's aid. There was no sympathy shown for the fool who began to gasp and wail from the contact of her hard gaze, let alone being touched by the formidable creature. Through his anxious sputtering, he did not hear the kind words offered by the volunteer to Carmine, asking her if she needed this rude man dealt with - she did not allude to a more permanent or temporary disposal.
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