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 Dolce far Niente, Lucky
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 Posted: Sep 12 2017, 03:39 AM
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163 • Werewolf • Charity • Dublin, Ireland


Oscar was the current embodiment of happiness. He was in a cafe in Portofino, the jewel of the italian riviera. There was no happier place on earth for Oscar. It was rich coffee and faint music from the constant little fairs and street vendors, all mixed with the background of the harbor on the eve of autumn. Today was a perfect day.

The werewolf had a few acquaintances in Portofino. He had a small villa there, so old a lot of people thought he'd inherited it. It wasn't any large grand affair, but it did have a view of the harbor and it was on the top floor. Tourists would strangle their inlaws for less. As usual, said villa was never empty. Oscar made the location of the keys public knowledge. Anyone who needed it could stay there.

Even though some people took advantage of this, the majority recognized it for what it was. He had stopped keeping nice silverware there, however.

It wasn't a day to worry about such things. He, as usual, was waiting for someone who needed him. He could always go around to his normal little haunts in the back streets, but he'd made arrangements for many of the boys and girls living there. It was unlikely they'd have grown any new little wildflowers.

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 Posted: Sep 14 2017, 02:38 AM
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78 • Immortal Human • Fortune • Portland, United States


You should know; 
You're beautiful just the way you are;
This was exactly what Lucky had needed. A vacation far, far away from home and in a new culture! She always traveled alone, so any limitations were her own. Today had been just lovely. With fair weather, it had given her plenty of time to shop to her heart’s content before going out to dinner. Maybe afterward she would see what the nightlife was all about in Italy! It was her third day in Portofino and she had yet to see the city at night! She’d heard some of it from her open hotel window, but she had been so jet-lagged that it felt impossible. Tonight was the night!

But for now, something to eat. Lucky walked down a small side street, meant only for foot traffic. Here, all the restaurants and cafes had large outdoor seating areas that she always loved about Europe. Nothing was better than fresh air and good food.

She plunked down in a seat outside, taking off a pair of ridiculously oversize emerald green sunglasses and placed them aside, not too far from where Oscar sat. This street didn’t have much traffic and, seeing as it was not quite dinner yet, it was only the two of them seated outside. She ordered some sort of desert and a tea, then sat there, humming to herself for a little bit before reaching into her bag for a little notebook, which she proceeded to draw in. It wasn’t good drawing, but it was something to take up time, at least. The buildings across the street sprung to life with pen strokes that had very little care put into them. Still, she hummed happily and wore a big smile on her face.

She was very much less classy than this other man. This large girl wore white shorts that curled up her thighs as she sat and a loose bright pink tank top with a large yellow duck on the front. Her mane of hair was tossed up haphazardly in a bun, curly tendrils flying this way and that. Her skin was decorated here and there with tattoos and she had a ring in her nose. All together, she was very modern looking with just the hint of an edge to her.

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 Posted: Sep 14 2017, 03:05 AM
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163 • Werewolf • Charity • Dublin, Ireland


Oscar noticed the young lady who sat down a little distance away from him. She was far more modern than he, but in a way that was endlessly charming. Her buxom figure was a refreshing shift from the endlessly leggy italians, and he had to laud her fashion sense with the sunglasses. He was a bit disappointed he'd not brought something like that to wear himself! A little dessert and tea, and sketching. A woman after his own heart.

He got up, taking his afternoon coffee with him, and approached her table. "Remarkable." he said, looking at her sketches. "I believe you might have caught the soul of Portofino on the pages. Take care, she is a gentle soul and happy upon such mediums." He smiled at her and took the seat across from her at the table.

For a moment the poet watched the landscape she was sketching. Ah, the way the light bounced off the buildings and gave the serene sort of look one only got halfway into a nap. He sipped his coffee quietly, trying as much as possible not to disturb the moment. Occasionally silence was a wonderful companion, and the little scritches and scratches of her pen filled in the silence quite nicely for him. Unfortunately it wasn't to last; silence was best kept in small doses. "How did you come across the Italian Riveira? She often beckons to artists from all over the world, but rarely those so beautiful. She usually speaks to old creatures like me who flirted with her in their younger years." he asked with a genial smile.

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