RE: MORITURI TE SALUTANT!! [S!4]
06-21-2016, 04:29 PM
Sometimes, when the sound of clinking coat hangers would come across his ears, he would think of her: Sam - he never did catch her last name - the Second Angel. Mia bambina. He could still remember her face, after all those years.
He leaned back in his bed, and watched Venezia from his window. It still bustled the same way, though now the costumes were giving way to more sensible fashions. The sun was setting, just over the lip of the gargantuan cavern that had once swallowed Il Maledicta away; with the False Angel dead, the perpetual darkness overhead had parted at last.
“It’s time for your medicine, Mr. Gagliardi.” An androgynous nurse stepped into the room, carrying a few pills and a glass of water on a tray. “Be sure to take them all if you want to get better.”
He looked at the nurse for a moment, then deliberately knocked the tray out of their hands. Water spilled everywhere, and the pills flew into different corners of the room, never to be seen again.
“Mr. Gagliardi! Please!” The nurse said indignantly, then just as quickly they seemed to deflate, turning to leave the room. “Cleanup in 504… cleanup in 504. Yes, again.” They closed the door behind them.
Lorenzo Gagliardi leaned back in his hospital bed, satisfied. They would feed him no lies about the ‘play having ended’, no medications to convince him otherwise. He was perfectly happy to stay here until they gave up on him and let him perform again. Angela would be waiting.
And it wasn’t all bad. Sometimes, the ghost of his father came to visit.
He leaned back in his bed, and watched Venezia from his window. It still bustled the same way, though now the costumes were giving way to more sensible fashions. The sun was setting, just over the lip of the gargantuan cavern that had once swallowed Il Maledicta away; with the False Angel dead, the perpetual darkness overhead had parted at last.
“It’s time for your medicine, Mr. Gagliardi.” An androgynous nurse stepped into the room, carrying a few pills and a glass of water on a tray. “Be sure to take them all if you want to get better.”
He looked at the nurse for a moment, then deliberately knocked the tray out of their hands. Water spilled everywhere, and the pills flew into different corners of the room, never to be seen again.
“Mr. Gagliardi! Please!” The nurse said indignantly, then just as quickly they seemed to deflate, turning to leave the room. “Cleanup in 504… cleanup in 504. Yes, again.” They closed the door behind them.
Lorenzo Gagliardi leaned back in his hospital bed, satisfied. They would feed him no lies about the ‘play having ended’, no medications to convince him otherwise. He was perfectly happy to stay here until they gave up on him and let him perform again. Angela would be waiting.
And it wasn’t all bad. Sometimes, the ghost of his father came to visit.
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