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Winds of Italia

Lovino Vargas struggles with the truths of his life, and soon his innocence is lost due to the reawakening of a long-lost passion that had been buried. Lust, shame, desire and poignant inner-turmoil are merely the highlights of the euphoria that had been long elusive to his tough, yet meager personality.

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Winds of Italia: Chapter ElevenThe sun seems to climb up from its galactic bed to wink its beginning lights upon Europa. From those well-built houses in the north that caught some of that inexplicable snow from beyond Ivan's factory to those beautiful beaches right off Mediterranean Lane. There seemed to be a steady climb for the sun today, which caused the black and blue night to retreat as streaks of pink and orange rose to take their place. With these streaks of light and sun came the rise of temperature in the air that lifted the dew off the grass into the air. In the night these molecules accumulated not only in anticipation of their final ascent to Heaven, but also fWinds of Italia: Chapter Eleven

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The Winds of Italia: Chapter 9Dawn broke upon the land, and for once in what seemed to be eternity it seemed to be one of casual endeavour rather than mental distraught or some new form of ideological stalemate ripping his mind apart for Lovino. Don't take this the wrong way; his life had been perfectly content in the past, with long fields of flowers and daisies and that kind of 'mushy crap'. However, that weird day just before had driven on and on to what seemed to compare to centuries. Sleep is just what I needed! This was a definite thought that jogged his body to full-force, his brain's receptors whirring to life and his eyes blinking away what seemed to be crust of The Winds of Italia: Chapter 9

The Winds of Italia: Chapter 8The rain blathered and wiped down the windows with its torrential persistence, causing a river of water that had fallen from the heavens to become one with the Earth. From the exterior to the inside of the Italian home, a natural refraction of the air's light rays produced a sort of bluish tint onto the bed-sheets, a foot or so of the rug-covered floor, and the separated bodies of the Vargas brothers sleeping in the single bed. The stronger brother had broken down to his free-spirited twin, crying his eyes out for reasons he had not been able to name. He had traveled across the entire town for nothing at all and left Feliciano all by himself The Winds of Italia: Chapter 8

The Winds of Italia: Chapter 7The previous flux of emotions from before, whereas he practically declared the entirety of time and space a falsehood and a singularity where everything was a non-conformist image of 'normal' did not last beyond the three-minute mark. Even then, as he drove away from the visages of Francis' properties, which lay right next to both to his and Feliciano's home and the Meeting Hall, he began to have second thoughts about his second thoughts of his second thoughts. He was second-guessing his second-guessing, and his eyes growing drowsy once more with fatigue as the nap was no longer withstanding. I've been on the road, what, three times today? FoThe Winds of Italia: Chapter 7

The Winds of Italia: Chapter 6You could say that waking up together was unremarkable, in that there was nothing different from the norm. Before, both brothers had slept in their different beds under different sheets naked of their different clothes. The bunk bed brought them closer, but not nearly as close as when Lovino had woken up with Feliciano literally in his arms. The man looked like a delicate flower, slowly bringing himself out of the bed with care and precision in the sun-light as if there was a wind that could push him over. Too tired to get out of the bed at first, Lovino kept his distance by simply laying on the bed while he watched his brother re-dress. It wThe Winds of Italia: Chapter 6

The Winds of Italia: Chapter 5The sun was a welcoming alarm-clock. Its basking rays warmed and even invigorated the naked muscles of Lovino's body, his lower-half covered by a bed-sheet that just barely came up to the navel. My head is pounding… He groaned within his mind, using his limber right arm to rub his eyes of fatigue. What a pain it was, but how liberating it was! This thudding from his blood-vessels was at one time annoying and painful, but at the same time it was a nice way to awaken from his sleep. However, something was not natural; something not ordained by the laws of slumber in every-day life, especially by chastity and taboo regulations. He felt thThe Winds of Italia: Chapter 5

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The Winds of Italia: Chapter 3With a small click, the front door to their home had closed behind Lovino. He was lost once more in a trance, the fifteenth that morning alone as he sat down at last on the kitchen chair. Feliciano was not yet awake as far as he could see, probably still a-slumber within the bottom-bunk that seemed to be the catalyst for these bizarre emotions that plagued the Southern Italian so. The words Francis had given him in Antonio's house still rung fresh within his mind despite his efforts on the pilgrimage back to distract himself. They were not only strange, they felt like they were compatible with Antonio's advice of flirtation. He wasn't about tThe Winds of Italia: Chapter 3

The Winds of Italia: Chapter 2Lovino was the first to wake up in the morning. He carefully climbed down in his birthday suit from the top-bunk, noticing that his brother's hand was rested upon the pillow from under the blanket to in front of his face. If he could have sworn on it, Lovino would have said that Feliciano looked exactly like a sleeping baby. So innocent with the sun shining upon his hair, his skin being practically illuminated like delicate glass or perfected marble. To say the least, it took all of Lovino's mental capabilities to suppress the memory of the coo from the night before. The small, adorable…
No, don't think about anything! Get dressed, theThe Winds of Italia: Chapter 2

The Winds of Italia: Chapter 1For all he was worth, Lovino Vargas had never been a person of a calm personality. He was always bursting with harsh attitude and a drive to always be in control of the situation at hand. Despite this personality, he has always been met with awkward situations that have left him both set a-flamed with anger on the inside of his heart, and increasingly flabbergasted at his poor luck to be such a person. Sometimes, he wished he would be left alone by his adoptive father Antonio Vargas. Other times, he has been either afraid or murderously spiteful of his neighbors in this town of Europa. He is frightened by his nearby neighbor and local voyeur The Winds of Italia: Chapter 1

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