#whilemysitar-gentlysweeps

[kissproof]

first off LOVE THIS!! and maybe a little drabble w Luca Brassi ! hope i am doing this right 💕

𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘰𝘧𝘧 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘠𝘖𝘜 !! 𝘴𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘭𝘺, 𝘪𝘮 𝘩𝘰𝘯𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘰𝘯 (𝘪 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬) 𝘵𝘰 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘢 𝘭𝘶𝘤𝘢 𝘣𝘳𝘢𝘴𝘪 𝘧𝘢𝘯𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯. 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦’𝘴 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪 𝘤𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘶𝘱 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 !! 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘧𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘪𝘵 𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥 <3

𝘚𝘜𝘔𝘔𝘈𝘙𝘠: 𝘭𝘶𝘤𝘢 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘥 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥𝘣𝘺𝘦𝘴.

𝘞𝘈𝘙𝘕𝘐𝘕𝘎𝘚: 𝘴𝘢𝘥 </3

for as long as you can remember, luca brasi had always been there for you. though he had been proven by the incessant word of mouth to be a frightful, revered man of deadly, brute strength, you'd never seen it. to you, luca was your bodyguard during chatty walks in the tomato garden, peaking through the cordon stakes as the blooms veiled across his stern italian face. he had been your quiet playmate when you were young, keeping you company while the large oaken door to your father's office was kept closed and locked to potential interlopers. in the mornings, when called to do business, he'd stand outside your family’s home to catch a glimpse of your window curtain sliding open, so he'd know you'd made it through the night. luca was a man who was feared by all who knew what was best for him. but to you, he was the greatest guardian angel you'd ever known and you loved him for it without fault. now, as you loaded the last of your chests into the trunk of your family's car, swatting wisps of hair from your face, the tight little knot in your chest causing your lungs to sigh repeatedly from heartbreak and nostalgia, you turn to see him lingering by the patch of green beneath your mother’s clothesline in the distance, unsure of himself, but absolutely sure of your presence soon weaning like the sun befalling the dusk. you float past the car to him. he visibly stiffens, nerves overpowering the rest of his likeness until he was bloated and red in the face with frustration, and you take his fat hands in yours, rub your thumbs along his thick olive skin. he tightens around your fingers gratefully for you are his safety now. "i..." he starts, breaking to give a heavy breath and recall the words he practiced with concentrated eyes. and though he spoke with sentiment, his voice was still as proud and as penetrating as ever. "i will be here when you... you come back." luca brasi was a man who kept his word. you know deep down in your gut that he didn't mean to lie. his death was the hardest you'd ever lived through. to this day, recalling the sting of the news, you’re reminded that it still is.