Post by Krähe on Nov 16, 2018 7:36:55 GMT -5
“Bar Pasticceria Gelateria Parenti Silvano” it was a mouthful, but then in Krähe's opinion Italians were typically fond of their own voices, so it was really no surprise. Although to be fair, despite how small the establishment was it more than earned whatever name it wanted to call itself. In his experience though Italians may have a loud bark they could also back that bark up with a bit, or atleast his mother could.
He had always felt somewhat conflicted when it came to his outlook on his mother's people and the country in general. A literal love and hate relationship, but here in this little pastry shop he could feel nothing other than bitter sweet wistfulness.
He had to wonder why he chose this spot to meet over every other back alley water hole he could have picked. As much as he mulled it over however he couldn't find an answer. He had thought at one time that he would never step into this place again. Thought it would hurt to much after once dreaming of being here with her.
As he picked out pastries like a kid in the candy store he could remember the past as if it were yesterday. The kitchen filled with the smell of something sticky sweet and savory. How she could work all night and then find time to bake had never ceased to be some incredible super power to him.
To this day he was convinced that no other pastry could hold a candle to his mother's, but Bar Pasticceria Gelateria Parenti Silvano came close. He had wanted to sit with her here bring here home, and give her everything she deserved…
As he settled back into his simple wooden chair in the corner with coffee in hand, and plate piled with pastries, he could almost see her across from him. It twisted something inside of him that he thought had been killed off long ago.
With a deep breath he allowed the many layers to fall over him, growing a little colder as each one fell into place, until finally he took a bite of his first delight. The rest of the world he would appear as nothing more than a man content to lazily indulge himself, and not much concerned about anything else outside that.
Siberia watched Krähe through the window. She has never seen him so... childlike. He would seem so innocent to a random passerby, but she knew him a little better than that. She almost walked away to let him enjoy himself, but kept watching him taking the moment in. The place seemed too crowded for her liking but she suddenly wanted in on the experience. She knocked on the window lightly as if it was a door into his world.
Light grey eye whipped to her face to settle for a moment with ice cold intensity, until they focused in on her familiar face. His face immediately breaks into a nearly goofy grin, which is of course followed by him gesturing for her to come in. Even goes so far as to pick up the plate and wiggle his eyebrows suggestively.
She looked away almost immediately regretting her decision, but she walked closer to the door. She walked in and sat next to him without looking at him.
"What is someone like you doing in a place like this?"
Having stuffed a pastry in his mouth he looked at her with impsh curiosity, before nearly swallowing the thing whole to answer her.
"You mean..." He trailed of pausing for a moment sip of his coffee, and further clear his throat. "What is a nice boy like me doing in a den of iniquity such as this?"
"Yes, except the complete opposite. These seem like nice people, and you..." She looks around quickly and then wipes the side of his mouth with her thumb. "You seem like you're always seem like you're two minutes away from starting a bar fight."
Rather than get upset Krähe chuckled, while snagging another pastry.
"To be fair I am sometimes what the bar fight is over too, but either way I’m almost always the one that ends them."
He shrugs his shoulder and takes a bite. With his other hand he pushes the plate slightly to the center of the table, as an offering to share.
"I really shouldn't."
She sits on her hands to resist temptation but after watching him some more she takes a small bite. She can tell why he looked the way he did when she first saw him.
"So this is what brings you to a place like this?"
Krähe shrugged his shoulders, taking another sip of his coffee, an oddly turning his eyes away for once. "Sometimes it isn't really the simple things, so much as the complex memories and emotions behind them that get us."
He looks outside for a moment, watching as people walk by.
"This place reminds me of my mother." His voice is purposely lighthearted when says this, but beneath it there is a hollowness.
Siberia looked up at him in shocked silence. This was a side of him she never thought she'd see. She looked at the pastry in front of him and ate it whole to stop herself from putting a foot in her mouth. She took his cup of coffee to help her bring it down. Then she looked around seeing the place, and him, in a new light.
"She seems great."
Hey watches her with a slightly wary look, as if he too is rather surprised to have shared the information. Her words however have him smiling almost wistfully, and glancing around.
"Yeah she is, some kids went through the phase where they wished their parent was someone else, but I never really had that..."
Siberia looked down at the table feeling guilty about wanting to know more, but she had to ask.
"Do you think she would be proud of you?"
The question actually made Krähe wince for a moment before he smoothed himself out. "I think my mother is cursed to be proud of me no matter what I do...Hard to say how she really feels now though. It's been well over a year since I have spoken to her.”
The tail end of his answer caught Siberia by surprise for a moment. Up until this point she had assumed his mother had passed away, but now...Well she wasn't sure what to think.
“What's wrong Siberia dear cat got your tongue.” He teased her gently while sipping his coffee causing her to bristle slightly.
“No, I am just surprised. By the way you spoke I thought your mother was dead…”
Krähe shrugged his shoulders as if to say it didn't matter in reply. His smooth calm tone smoothing over her slightly rattled nerves.
“In a way she is...once upon a time I was young, and screwed up by doing the right thing. This is on the tab for that. Sometimes the living ghost in our hearts are far more haunting than the dead.” As he said this his phone gave him the notification for a text. He paused just long enough to pull out the phone and look at the message.
“Hmm seems like my meeting has been called off till show time.” Grey eyes met brown over the table, while a small smile tugged at the corner of his lips.
Over the pa the Italian big band music was replaced with Frank Sinatra crooning through the air waves. “I'll be seeing you in all the old familiar places that this heart of mine embraces….”
She pursed her lips inquisitively but decided not to pry too much into it. There were always skeletons about in every closet.
"Don't let me keep you. I was just out for a walk to clear my mind. It's been acting up lately."
She looked away not wanting to see his reaction.
He smiled slightly at her words. "Your mind and tongue are the most unruly Parts of the human body in my opinion..." Usually at this point he would have something more to say, but somehow he just couldn't seem to find the words.
So instead he found himself shaking his head and standing from his chair.
"I actually better take you up on that. I have to drop someone off somewhere...Do me a favor and take some of these pastries home with you. I hate the thought of them going to waste."
Siberia wills herself to ignore the borderline rude comment and lost with her thoughts, but snaps to attention when he puts the plate in front of her.
"Oh? Well alright then."
He gave her another small smile and a nod. "Thanks Si...I'll be seeing you." With a final wink that was more like his typical self he quickly took his exit.
Making it out side he paused long enough to settle his own unruly mind and tongue. Allowing the various pieces of himself to click back into place, secure and out of the way once more.
Shoving his hands in his pockets he began to walk towards his rental car, and the unconscious man in his trunk. He had a check to pick up afterall.
Keys in hand he whistled a familiar song that echoed a familiar ache.
-I'll find you in the morning sun
And when the night is new
I'll be looking at the moon
But I'll be seeing you-
He had always felt somewhat conflicted when it came to his outlook on his mother's people and the country in general. A literal love and hate relationship, but here in this little pastry shop he could feel nothing other than bitter sweet wistfulness.
He had to wonder why he chose this spot to meet over every other back alley water hole he could have picked. As much as he mulled it over however he couldn't find an answer. He had thought at one time that he would never step into this place again. Thought it would hurt to much after once dreaming of being here with her.
As he picked out pastries like a kid in the candy store he could remember the past as if it were yesterday. The kitchen filled with the smell of something sticky sweet and savory. How she could work all night and then find time to bake had never ceased to be some incredible super power to him.
To this day he was convinced that no other pastry could hold a candle to his mother's, but Bar Pasticceria Gelateria Parenti Silvano came close. He had wanted to sit with her here bring here home, and give her everything she deserved…
As he settled back into his simple wooden chair in the corner with coffee in hand, and plate piled with pastries, he could almost see her across from him. It twisted something inside of him that he thought had been killed off long ago.
With a deep breath he allowed the many layers to fall over him, growing a little colder as each one fell into place, until finally he took a bite of his first delight. The rest of the world he would appear as nothing more than a man content to lazily indulge himself, and not much concerned about anything else outside that.
Siberia watched Krähe through the window. She has never seen him so... childlike. He would seem so innocent to a random passerby, but she knew him a little better than that. She almost walked away to let him enjoy himself, but kept watching him taking the moment in. The place seemed too crowded for her liking but she suddenly wanted in on the experience. She knocked on the window lightly as if it was a door into his world.
Light grey eye whipped to her face to settle for a moment with ice cold intensity, until they focused in on her familiar face. His face immediately breaks into a nearly goofy grin, which is of course followed by him gesturing for her to come in. Even goes so far as to pick up the plate and wiggle his eyebrows suggestively.
She looked away almost immediately regretting her decision, but she walked closer to the door. She walked in and sat next to him without looking at him.
"What is someone like you doing in a place like this?"
Having stuffed a pastry in his mouth he looked at her with impsh curiosity, before nearly swallowing the thing whole to answer her.
"You mean..." He trailed of pausing for a moment sip of his coffee, and further clear his throat. "What is a nice boy like me doing in a den of iniquity such as this?"
"Yes, except the complete opposite. These seem like nice people, and you..." She looks around quickly and then wipes the side of his mouth with her thumb. "You seem like you're always seem like you're two minutes away from starting a bar fight."
Rather than get upset Krähe chuckled, while snagging another pastry.
"To be fair I am sometimes what the bar fight is over too, but either way I’m almost always the one that ends them."
He shrugs his shoulder and takes a bite. With his other hand he pushes the plate slightly to the center of the table, as an offering to share.
"I really shouldn't."
She sits on her hands to resist temptation but after watching him some more she takes a small bite. She can tell why he looked the way he did when she first saw him.
"So this is what brings you to a place like this?"
Krähe shrugged his shoulders, taking another sip of his coffee, an oddly turning his eyes away for once. "Sometimes it isn't really the simple things, so much as the complex memories and emotions behind them that get us."
He looks outside for a moment, watching as people walk by.
"This place reminds me of my mother." His voice is purposely lighthearted when says this, but beneath it there is a hollowness.
Siberia looked up at him in shocked silence. This was a side of him she never thought she'd see. She looked at the pastry in front of him and ate it whole to stop herself from putting a foot in her mouth. She took his cup of coffee to help her bring it down. Then she looked around seeing the place, and him, in a new light.
"She seems great."
Hey watches her with a slightly wary look, as if he too is rather surprised to have shared the information. Her words however have him smiling almost wistfully, and glancing around.
"Yeah she is, some kids went through the phase where they wished their parent was someone else, but I never really had that..."
Siberia looked down at the table feeling guilty about wanting to know more, but she had to ask.
"Do you think she would be proud of you?"
The question actually made Krähe wince for a moment before he smoothed himself out. "I think my mother is cursed to be proud of me no matter what I do...Hard to say how she really feels now though. It's been well over a year since I have spoken to her.”
The tail end of his answer caught Siberia by surprise for a moment. Up until this point she had assumed his mother had passed away, but now...Well she wasn't sure what to think.
“What's wrong Siberia dear cat got your tongue.” He teased her gently while sipping his coffee causing her to bristle slightly.
“No, I am just surprised. By the way you spoke I thought your mother was dead…”
Krähe shrugged his shoulders as if to say it didn't matter in reply. His smooth calm tone smoothing over her slightly rattled nerves.
“In a way she is...once upon a time I was young, and screwed up by doing the right thing. This is on the tab for that. Sometimes the living ghost in our hearts are far more haunting than the dead.” As he said this his phone gave him the notification for a text. He paused just long enough to pull out the phone and look at the message.
“Hmm seems like my meeting has been called off till show time.” Grey eyes met brown over the table, while a small smile tugged at the corner of his lips.
Over the pa the Italian big band music was replaced with Frank Sinatra crooning through the air waves. “I'll be seeing you in all the old familiar places that this heart of mine embraces….”
She pursed her lips inquisitively but decided not to pry too much into it. There were always skeletons about in every closet.
"Don't let me keep you. I was just out for a walk to clear my mind. It's been acting up lately."
She looked away not wanting to see his reaction.
He smiled slightly at her words. "Your mind and tongue are the most unruly Parts of the human body in my opinion..." Usually at this point he would have something more to say, but somehow he just couldn't seem to find the words.
So instead he found himself shaking his head and standing from his chair.
"I actually better take you up on that. I have to drop someone off somewhere...Do me a favor and take some of these pastries home with you. I hate the thought of them going to waste."
Siberia wills herself to ignore the borderline rude comment and lost with her thoughts, but snaps to attention when he puts the plate in front of her.
"Oh? Well alright then."
He gave her another small smile and a nod. "Thanks Si...I'll be seeing you." With a final wink that was more like his typical self he quickly took his exit.
Making it out side he paused long enough to settle his own unruly mind and tongue. Allowing the various pieces of himself to click back into place, secure and out of the way once more.
Shoving his hands in his pockets he began to walk towards his rental car, and the unconscious man in his trunk. He had a check to pick up afterall.
Keys in hand he whistled a familiar song that echoed a familiar ache.
-I'll find you in the morning sun
And when the night is new
I'll be looking at the moon
But I'll be seeing you-