"Well, Lift Me Up With Golden Hands..."
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psalm_onethirtyoneI'm going to hell. Or something. Eeergh.
I wrote Benvenuto Cellin/Diego slash after reading the autobiography for school.
I also wrote it during GSA, and the girls kept trying to read it over my shoulder, and I had to keep saying, "You know, you really don't want to do that. No, really." But it is done, and Waen loves it.
Chapter XXXb - From the Seriously Screwed-up and Egotistical Files of Benvenuto Cellini
When we returned home from Michel Agnolo's party, Diego was somewhat distressed with me. I perceived that some of the cause was in that he had drunk wine at the dinner, but also that he was largely quite passionate because of his embarrassment at the hands of the women.
"For Benvenuto," he cried, once we had reached the place where I was presently living and had entered into my private room, "I have gone to that dinner; I have dressed as a woman--"
(But I did not believe this was part of his displeasure, for he had reacted favourably upon first seeing himself in the mirror, and I had exercised great skill in painting his face and dressing him)
"--And all of this I did for Benvenuto, and did without protest! But to be--to be--touched by those women; to be found out; to have been laughed at--but especially for those women to have felt me--!"
"Hush, Diego. I do not believe you are all as affronted as you say," I told him reasonably.
"Not as affronted as I say! Why, Benvenuto, I am the most shamed I have ever been! All of Rome will know of this, and--"
"You will be no more connected with shame than myself. You took part in an excellent charade, which Michel Agnolo himself thought delightful, and--"
"Charade!" cried Diego, in a fury and a passion. "It was all a charade! I am--I am--" and here he broke off, sputtering, and could not speak for several minutes. Seeing my opportunity, I immediately took him by the waist--he was still wearing the dress I had chosen and the necklace I had given him, and looked exceptionally fine and beautiful--and I kissed him fully on the mouth.
"Benvenuto!" he managed--and then submitted; as I believed I was very talented in that area, and still am, for my fingers are dexterous yet at unlacing a gown or doublet.
You may judge me as you will, but I maintain that I have never passed so wonderful and sweetly burning a night. Of course, I was extremely careful, due to my experience with my friend's woman's maid and the plague, but I did not allow this to prevent me from enjoying myself. I believe firmly that it was a thousand times more pleasing than spending the night with Pantasilea might have been.
When morning came, Diego, now dressed as a man again, left for his own lodging, and both of us were well-satisfied; we remained friends for many years to come, when he became famous for his talent in the art of wood-working, and favoured by the Duke of Urbino particularly.
Now, of course, Pantasilea was extraordinarily jealous of me, for she had not passed half so fine a night with my friend, and soon after...
(to be continued)
I wrote Benvenuto Cellin/Diego slash after reading the autobiography for school.
I also wrote it during GSA, and the girls kept trying to read it over my shoulder, and I had to keep saying, "You know, you really don't want to do that. No, really." But it is done, and Waen loves it.
When we returned home from Michel Agnolo's party, Diego was somewhat distressed with me. I perceived that some of the cause was in that he had drunk wine at the dinner, but also that he was largely quite passionate because of his embarrassment at the hands of the women.
"For Benvenuto," he cried, once we had reached the place where I was presently living and had entered into my private room, "I have gone to that dinner; I have dressed as a woman--"
(But I did not believe this was part of his displeasure, for he had reacted favourably upon first seeing himself in the mirror, and I had exercised great skill in painting his face and dressing him)
"--And all of this I did for Benvenuto, and did without protest! But to be--to be--touched by those women; to be found out; to have been laughed at--but especially for those women to have felt me--!"
"Hush, Diego. I do not believe you are all as affronted as you say," I told him reasonably.
"Not as affronted as I say! Why, Benvenuto, I am the most shamed I have ever been! All of Rome will know of this, and--"
"You will be no more connected with shame than myself. You took part in an excellent charade, which Michel Agnolo himself thought delightful, and--"
"Charade!" cried Diego, in a fury and a passion. "It was all a charade! I am--I am--" and here he broke off, sputtering, and could not speak for several minutes. Seeing my opportunity, I immediately took him by the waist--he was still wearing the dress I had chosen and the necklace I had given him, and looked exceptionally fine and beautiful--and I kissed him fully on the mouth.
"Benvenuto!" he managed--and then submitted; as I believed I was very talented in that area, and still am, for my fingers are dexterous yet at unlacing a gown or doublet.
You may judge me as you will, but I maintain that I have never passed so wonderful and sweetly burning a night. Of course, I was extremely careful, due to my experience with my friend's woman's maid and the plague, but I did not allow this to prevent me from enjoying myself. I believe firmly that it was a thousand times more pleasing than spending the night with Pantasilea might have been.
When morning came, Diego, now dressed as a man again, left for his own lodging, and both of us were well-satisfied; we remained friends for many years to come, when he became famous for his talent in the art of wood-working, and favoured by the Duke of Urbino particularly.
Now, of course, Pantasilea was extraordinarily jealous of me, for she had not passed half so fine a night with my friend, and soon after...
(to be continued)
