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lovebeyondmeasure · 1 year

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I have not been Goncharov blogging, I have merely been a delighted spectator, but I have made one contribution to the fandom and I might even call it a significant one: I am the tag wrangler who figured out how to format the fandom tag on AO3. And, as Katya said, the world will never give me everything but I may have taken enough to satisfy me.

#i didn't canonize it myself but i suggested the format bc listen #How Do You Canonize A Movie That Doesn't Exist #and i am plugged into the tumblr hivemind enough to figure it out #anyway I'm happy to have made my mark #merry Goncharov to all and to all a good Andrey #etc etc #tag wrangling #tess liveblogs her existence

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icanthocusfocus · 1 year

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Hey you degenerates I’m back here’s chapter 4

Two blocks down from Goncarov’s new house, there is a red door. Older in appearance than actually. Thin, deep scratches etched into a few places. This is where Joe leaves him, knocking quickly and yelling out “Lo straniero has arrived!” Before making his merry way to goodness knows where.

The door is opened all too slow and far too fast, with Mario Ambrosini himself lurking behind. There is no mystery and intrigue. It is only a door. No oomph. It irks him. Andrey has always loved a good show. He wonders if this is what has become of Naples in his absence. If it has lost all its magic. Light magic, like the sun off the great blue sea and the haunting smell of salt in the very foundation of each house, God’s gifts. Or the darker kind. The blood magic. The kind that people like him make.

Goncharov wonders where falls Andrey, who traipses about the Earth as if each step were a surety. Walks like a man who has never hungered and knows it will remain as such. There is a magic in his step. He told this to Mario once, three rounds past where a poker game should’ve stopped. Mario had said what he was seeing was God. Goncharov still does not understand what he meant, but Mario thinks everything is God. It is best to ignore him.

His thoughts carry him down the dimly lit hallways that ensue. Leads him right to the second door at the end of the hall where he pauses at the door. He stares at it and feels warm. Feels like all of the world is inside him waiting to bust out, because maybe Mario is right, maybe right behind this door with an aching slow knob, God is waiting.

When Goncharov steps into the room, there he is.

”Andrey” He breathes

Andrey does not smile. Like they truly are the strangers Joe had proclaimed. “Lo straniero?” It is a question, Goncharov realizes. His mind still reels under the weight of Andrey’s gaze.

“Joseph thinks himself funny.”

”It is not his worst quality.”

“Then we do not know the same Joe.” Goncharov steps closer into the warm room. He looks about. There are no clocks anywhere on the walls, and Andrey’s suits have to silver peeking out their sleeves. He is as Goncharov left him. For this he feels exceedingly guilty.

Andrey walks toward him, gently resting his rough hand against Goncharov’s stubbles cheek. He has not shaved in far too long, and he feels disheveled compared to Andrey’s neat exterior. “Where have you been, Straniero?”

Goncharov laughs, wraps two strong arms around his friend, and feels Andrey return the gesture. He laughs into the shoulder of Andrey’s light red suit. “I have no idea, Andrey. But I have been away from you far too long.”

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