Market Day || Lovino&Erzsébet
Lovino rolled his eyes as the other boy asked for him to look away, “Per l’amor di dio, you are the most self-conscious bastard I have ever seen. You’re bleeding goddamn buckets and you want me to turn around inste—”
He paused, noticing that something in his companion’s voice was desperate and serious, like this was very important to Éliás. Sighing loudly, he did as he was told, “Alright, fine, but hurry the hell up!”
After turning, he walked over to Antonio’s shelves of spices and herbs, selecting the things that he thought would do the trick. Might as well keep his hands busy, instead of awkwardly standing and trying to act irritated. Éliás began to speak again, so Lovino listened while he searched.
“I..have to admit something to you.”
“Heh..this girly bastard..is girlier than you think.”
Lovino snorted, carefully shifting a few of the glass jars under his arm. Really now?
“That’s right..I’m..a girl.”
Maybe he could snatch some fabric off of one of Antonio’s old shirts. Would it piss him off? Probably…he wanted to test it out. He ripped a bit of fabric off of a wadded shirt stuffed into one of the shelves. Feeling a bit mischievous since his energy was coming back, Lovino joked, “You sure are a girl, you’ve got that one right…but, hey, we’ve got a year or two left to man up, right? Seriously, though, next thing you know, you’re going to have one of those annoying mousy voices and boobs…then you’ll be wearing a goddamned dress an—”
”That’s..why I reacted badly when you hit my chest. For that, I apologize. Again.”
The sneer on his face slowly faded, his face losing a bit of color, “H-Hey…what the hell? You sound pretty serious…”
Thefigure on the bed spoke again, this time her voice raised to a female pitch. He—no, she was serious. Lovino had spent the day with a…a-a woman. What the ever loving hell? Oh merda…merda, merda, merda! He could hear his grandfather’s voice in his head ‘Remember, Lovi, women are precious, fragile creatures. You must never swear around women, always be polite. Show them only your gentlemanly side and, yes, Lovi, you have one. Well…you can pretend to, anyways. If I ever catch you being vulgar around a pretty lady, I’ll throw you into the sea, okay?~’.
That evil man pounded these beliefs into Lovino’s head day after day. And here Lovino had cursed around a woman, threw salt in her eyes, handed her a weapon. Oh, dio, he touched a woman! No! Merda! His grandfather’s ghost was going to hunt him down and throw him i-into…the ocean…to drown…
All of the color drained from his face; a jar dropped from his grip, shattering on the floor. In a panic, Lovino turned towards the girl, quickly covering his eyes, still somehow managing to flail, “OH SH—-MERDA—-N-NO, I MEAN, I’M SORRY….I—DIO—”
He scrambled to the ground, gathering the spilled herbs into an empty jar, “Y-You…tell me when it’s okay to turn around…and…you goddamne—no, no, I’m supposed to apologize or something for cursing…so, I’m sorry…or whatever. I mean, uh…”
Salt would protect him from ghosts, right? R-Right…yeah. Oh, he was going to die. Surely, he was going to die.
Erzsébet snapped herself out of the weird trance at the sound of shattering glass. She then turned around to see what happened, and was greeted by the sight of a jar in pieces, and a..well, flustered would be an extreme understatement for Lovino’s state right now.
“S-sorry! I’ll go help with tha—” she stopped even before she was able to get off the bed, holding the cut. Damn, she felt pathetic. Still, she bit her tongue and held back any sounds or curses. It was obvious that the pain weakened her; but she’d sooner rub salt into that cut rather than admit it, so there was no need to be vocal about it, too.
She watched as he frantically collected all the herbs, and found it amusing in the slightest. Thank God it hurt too much to laugh, though. “Ah, w-well..it’s alright now, I guess..” Anyway, she’d probably be helping him if her state didn’t forbid her from doing so. And her shirt was made of something you really couldn’t see through, so that’d protect her enough.
Wait, apologize for..cursing? “What? It’s okay, I mean..I did so around you too, right? S-so should I say sorry for that?” Augh, her mind wasn’t working properly..her hand went up to her forehead, already feeling lightheaded from blood loss.
Uh, he said suppose..so was that sort of like..oh, a principle to him. Some unbreakable law. “No, really, it’s okay..it’s..fine.. I..forgive you..” Or..the no cursing thing didn’t seem like something you could have imposed on yourself, so that means..oh crap.
“H-hey..calm down, or you might, uh..damage something else. Breathe, yes…just..tell me what’s wrong.” The calmness of her words came from the strong motherly instinct deep within her, triggered by..she didn’t know what exactly. Then again, she didn’t know what made her act like that, so. She however would probably write it off as the dizziness making her feel weird. Point was, he had a problem too. And motherly or not, she has to disregard whatever she feels for someone in need. Especially right now, since he practically saved—is saving her life.
(Source: rebellious-fryingpan)
Overtime || Erzsébet&Gilbert
Her voice was soft, but the woman seemed strong, independent.
“I don’t really have a name, y’know. It’s just that I don’t think I’m worthy of using it anymore after what I’ve done as a pirate.” But it’s never too late to forgive yourself. “But you may call me Gilbert.”
He was really curious about her true name. But by the firm tone of her voice, he thought he shouldn’t insist on the subject. And, hey, can I call Elli? I don’t think it would sound right calling you by a masculine name. But, of course, it’s up to you.” Gilbert gave her a sincere smile.
Erzsébet chuckled lightly, “Despite whatever you might’ve done on the seas..I think everyone’s deserving of a name.” unconsciously, she gave him a gentle smile.
“Besides, if pirates like you went around by their nicknames..uh, I heard someone call his mate Scrubs, another one called Gripes..oh, and this one guy going on about this Captain Bloodgaze…eh, anyway. It’d be weird having to refer to yourself like that around here.”
Elli..? She hadn’t a nickname for a long while. She grew out of ‘Erzsie’ and ‘Bözsi’ when she turned 10..but she did remember they gave her some sort of warm feeling. “Well, that’s fine with me.”
(Source: rebellious-fryingpan)
Overtime || Erzsébet&Gilbert
“Nah, it’s ok. As long as I don’t need to sleep in the streets again or spend the night in the prison…”
Gilbert felt his cheeks redden up at the thought of sleeping at a woman’s side. He always felt uneasy around a female figure, because he never knew the right words to say and would only stare at her continuously. So he always made sure of looking away once in a while and tried to find a distraction in his surroundings.
“I see…” He said, chuckling nervously. “And don’t worry! As soon as I get the money, I’ll pay you. For now, I’ll just stick around, I don’t know… I don’t think I can go too far from this place, since it is the only one I know I won’t be beat up by soldiers.”
Sleep in the streets again? She shuddered, knowing just how bad that was. The first few years of her on the run were rough. She remembered never being able to have a good night’s sleep, due to having to move around frequently to avoid freezing (or worse things than that.) Honestly, she didn’t think anyone deserved that.
For the first time that morning, she turned to take a proper look at him. He seemed really flustered and shy; maybe being on the seas all the time kept him away from most female company. She chuckled in amusement; his nervousness was strangely making her feel more comfortable. Her mother always told her that she had the upper hand if they acted like that, so she usually used that to her advantage.
“That’s fine with me. And, I agree with you about the soldiers. It’s weird how they don’t really care about this small town, despite the fact that this dock is a favourite place for pirates to stay. Or then again, they only like staying here because it’s so ignored. Eh..” she cut off her short blabber.
“Oh, and if I’m going to help you for a while here, I might as well have your name, hm? As for me, everyone basically calls me Éliás..and that’s all you need to know.” she said the last part with a firm tone. It’s not that she didn’t trust him particularly with her name; she really didn’t tell anyone, and for good reason.
(Source: rebellious-fryingpan)
Pronunciation and Meanings
Éliás (EE-lih-as): Hungarian form of Greek Elias, meaning “the Lord is my God.”
Erzsébet (Ur-zsee-bet): Hungarian form of Greek Elisabet, meaning “God is my oath.”
Hédervary is said like Hee-dehr-vo (the o from hot)ree.
(coulda gotten that wrong, lol. not so sure :/)
Her name is Erzsébet and not Elizabeta or Elizaveta because they’re not really Hungarian. I simply find Erzsébet more suitable (and harder to pronounce ahahahaha//shot) because she really is from Hungary.
I chose the name Éliás instead of the usual Gary (which wouldn’t really be fitting, since this muse is Hungarian, but not Hungary, and it’s not like Gary was a popular name in that time..) or Daniel (actually, the correct Hungarian version should be Dániel..) because I thought that Éliás and Erzsébethad similar meanings, so Erzsie would be more likely to pick that for her fake name. Though now that I think of it, Dániel would have worked just as well..it means “God is my judge.”
..Nah, I like the sound of Éliás better. It’s grown on me. XD
Market Day || Lovino&Erzsébet
Lovino sputtered, now just plain red with embarrassment, “W-Wha—I…leave yo—are you friggin’ kidding me!? How could I possibly do that!? I may be a ‘dog of the seas’ or whatever, but I’m not a heartless bastard. I—ugh, just—Godammit! Merda!”
During his rant, out of habit, Lovino almost flailed out his arms, but quickly locked them in place to prevent dropping the other boy. He could hear the girly bastard wiping his eyes and admitting to not seeing the ship, although it was in plain view now; it was obvious that his eyes needed flushed out…the blood loss was probably not helping things, either. Ugh, if only he could walk faster. Damn it all. He was about to snap at the other boy about the ‘mother’ comment, but was silenced by the boy’s last statement. Yes, he knew very well what the bastard meant. Stupid girly—
He heard the boy on his back gag and shift his weight. That was the last straw. Mustering up what little strength he had in his tired legs, Lovino picked up the pace to a jog until he reached the ship. Panting, he shakily made his way onto the deck, earning strange looks from the other crew members, who were moving crates about.
“What, have you never seen a wounded man before!?” He glared daggers at the other men, turning up his Lovino-sass to 100%, “Get back to work, or I’ll tell Antonio that your lazy asses have been bothering me instead of working, you stupid bastards, I’ll have your heads on a stick! Ugh, dammit…”
He ended up muttering to himself, breathing a sigh of relief when he kicked the door to the captain’s quarters open, walking into the cinnamon-scented room. He turned and allowed the boy to lower himself onto the bed, “Don’t worry about the sheets. They’ve already got bloodstains on them, so you’re not hurting anything by getting them dirty.”
Erzsébet stared back at the men with childish curiosity. Of course, she’d seen her fill of pirates when she was unlucky enough to get stuck with a late night shift, but never on deck. It was like seeing animals in their natural habitat—no, wait, it wasn’t nice to think that way. She silently chuckled at Lovino’s remarks, but cut it short, worried it’d get more blood out.
She was led to a room that smelled strangely familiar. What was it? Ah, yes, cinnamon. Spice is an expensive thing, and since she has been in an extravagant environment, she would be well acquainted with basically any flavouring.
Just by looking at the bloodstained sheets, she wanted to ask about them. The room didn’t look anything like an infirmary, and one definitely..wouldn’t smell of spices. Oh, so this must be the treasure room, or the captain’s cabin. Considering that there was a bed there, it was probably the latter. She refrained from inquiring, knowing there were more important matters at hand.
“Err…do you mind..looking away?” she blushed a bright red and turned away from him, so he wouldn’t get a view of her chest. “I’d rather look at it myself..first. I insist.”
She inhaled deeply, reaching under her shirt. “I..have to admit something to you.” she said, not dropping her male voice. Slow and steady was the key here. “Heh..this girly bastard..is girlier than you think.” the words flowed out strangely easily as she was removing her bindings. “That’s right..I’m..a girl.” she winced as her hand brushed against the wound, but she continued, not hearing anything he might have said. ”That’s..why I reacted badly when you hit my chest. For that, I apologize. Again.” at that, she let go of the bandages, as well as the vocal disguise.
She gulped, “I understand it..might be shocking. And that you’re probably exploding with questions, which you’ve every right to ask. Or maybe it’s not surprising, I don’t know. I just ask that you don’t..tell anyone.”
(Source: rebellious-fryingpan)
Overtime || Erzsébet&Gilbert
Gilbert couldn’t help but smile at her. When was the last time someone was that kind towards him? He stood up and stretched himself. “I don’t even know how to thank you! I knew there were still good-willed people in this world, even though you hit me with a pan and kicked me in the balls.” Gilbert ended up sitting again. He still felt a little dizzy from having been hit on the head. “Is it really ok to stay for the night? Wouldn’t it bother you or something?”
Still refusing to look at him, she responded. “Yeah, well you deserved all that. Doesn’t mean I’ll leave you out to rot. I’m better than that, at least.”
She sighed at his question; but answered it in a painfully honest number, nonetheless. “It would bother me if you stayed in this room. One uneasy night was enough. But hey, I work here, so getting you a separate one would be no problem, so long as you earn your keep.” Was it really okay to be this cold? “Ah..w-well, that was..obvious. It’s not comfortable for a woman to be, uh..” she coughed awkwardly. “Yeah. But rest assured you’ll have a bed, at least. And I won’t mind making sure of that.”
(Source: rebellious-fryingpan)
Market Day || Lovino&Erzsébet
Grunting, Lovino hoisted his companion up with surprising ease. Really, that bastard was lighter than Lovino had expected…it made sense, though, considering how goddamn girly he was. Maybe it was just because Lovino was so muscular and tough. Yeah. That sounds about right. Oh, who was he kidding…
He spent the first few moments in awkward silence, his gaze trained forward, towards his ship in the distance. Embarrassed, he felt embarrassed; in fact, he was ready to crawl into a dark hole and stay there for a good few days. Seriously, Lovino Vargas, the great and almighty, carrying around another man like a loving little friend. Ugh. This case was special, though. This man had showed him kindness and was now wounded; he had to fix this, and he sure as hell would. Mercifully, Elias broke the silence, thanking him. Oh.
Although his face couldn’t be seen, Lovino habitually rolled his eyes, cursing the embarrassed blush on his cheeks. He could physically feel his pride slipping away, “Yeah, yeah…whatever. Don’t thank me until we have that bleeding stopped. We’re almost to the ship, it’s that big decrepit looking thing up ahead. Just…tell me if you feel lightheaded, okay!? And put on a few pounds, for god’s sake, you weigh as much as I do!”
He ended his embarrassed tirade with a huff, hoping Antonio was on the ship. If not, then he’d just sneak past the annoying crew members and slip into the captain’s quarters.
“Of course I have to say thank you. You’ve already done a lot. I mean, think about it; anyone else probably would have run away once they had the chance, leaving the bleeding guy behind. Yet here you are, dragging me along..”
Erzsébet squinted her eyes and tried to look for said ship, but it didn’t make it any clearer; the action just blurring her eyes and spilling out more tears. “Mm..don’t see it, sorry.” she said as she rubbed her eyes.
She smiled amusedly at his remark about her weight; “Sure thing, mother..but it’s not like I could afford to do that.” she coughed, “You know it well.”
Of course, they did come close enough to see it, and from her blurred eyes she could tell it was at least taken care of very well. She started to nod off, but snapped herself awake.
Saying nothing about it, she moved a little so she could actually see the wound. She was startled to see how much the big red stain had grown, and gagged. Szar, hope he didn’t hear that…damn it.
There was one thing she could do to make it stop bleeding, and that was to take out the thing constricting her and squeezing out more blood..but for obvious reasons, she couldn’t do so out here. She just settled for pressing her hand against it, in the hopes of reducing it, and tried to get her heart rate to perhaps slow down to a normal rate. It was a difficult task, though; a bunch of worst-case scenarios were running through her head about having to reveal herself.
Just..breathe, Erzsie. Man up—err, rather…woman…ah, forget it.
(Source: rebellious-fryingpan)
Overtime || Erzsébet&Gilbert
“As you could see, I usually don’t look drunk at all when I have ‘a little too much’.” He mumbled, still not looking at her. “I mean, my mind is still able to think somewhat properly, but I usually use it to do stupid things.” Like going out to have some beer with no money in my pockets. Great, he didn’t have money as well.
Gilbert looked at her covered form, not facing her eyes. “I don’t mean to beg for anything but I can’t pay for anything. I literally came to this town with no gold. We’ve lost a battle against some other pirates and ended up losing pretty much everything we had. We were lucky to have escaped alive and we anchored here with nothing but our clothes and very little food.” He sighed. “And I kind of drank pretty much all the rum i still got in the ship, so, yeah, I don’t know how to pay it.”
Erzsébet sighed and kneaded her forehead as she processed this. I..see.
God, she shouldn’t even feel sorry for this guy. And yet she really wanted to help. You could really tell he was broken. Pirates heavily relied on their pride. If they’re not feared, they’d probably perish at sea. So here’s a man who lost all he had, and more. Of course she could help—
No, he tried to take something from her, too. And, getting involved would probably bring her harm, but..it’s not like she didn’t hurt him.
..Damn, she was definitely going to regret this, “..Beer’s on the house, since..you know my secret anyway..and I don’t want to..kill you, I’ll..do what I can to help you. For now. I can get you a room somewhere, or whatever..that is, if you’ve nowhere else to stay.”
(Source: rebellious-fryingpan)
“Shinjuurou thought to himself before answering the foreigner’s question. Its not a surprise if you were not well informed of a place like this, you wouldn’t understand what had happened. What a mystery to so many is why it happened. He glance over at the girl beside him to answer her question. “We had just been through a war. Some of the buildings here are pretty unstable. Even though you can see some living in them. Most of them just don’t have a place to go except there.”
He shrug a thought out, since he would either be living in whatever was left of his apartment, or even a car that someone seem to have forgotten to lock up. “So some are just trying to survive whatever they have left here. But in the center of the city is nothing like you see here. After all, this is pretty much a restricted area I live in.” Not to mention he did have to house two others that tag along with him as well.
She nodded, taking in all the information. “So, no one knows why, huh..so you have, well, any leads on it so far..?” she asked. Of course she was curious about the place, so she couldn’t help inquiring.
“Well, it would certainly be interesting to see the architecture not..all ruined like this, I guess.” she thought aloud while walking.
((hiii haven’t posted in literally forever ahahahahh i’m back to clean out the cobwebs and uhhh hopefully reply. but maybe not. it’s exams. and i’m on tumblr. i’m a bad person who can’t prioritize omgahh i’m sorry. /sobs))
