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Jul. 24th, 2008 | 08:15 am
mood: anxious
music: "บ้านนอก" B-Hero

Title: Vientiane (Remix, fandom verse)
Disclaimer: In real life, it didn't happen with these people.
Characters: Sergio Ramos, Fernando Torres
Rating: PG
Summary: AU. S and F meet in a tiny country in a big continent.




They pronounce it vien jun and it’s the biggest city in Laos, the go-to city, the capital city. Rain skitters there like it would rather be drenching other places with less people, places like Paksane. The roads boast of dust and tuk-tuks and carpooling university students. Blonde foreigners with stoic faces zip by on bicycles, unnerved by the lack of road rules, but trying not to show it.* S is one of those foreigners, except he’s not blonde, his face is hardly ever stoic, and he would rather catch a tuk-tuk than take a bike. It is also the city where S meets F, or F meets S depending on who the witness is.

F’s aunt teaches a small group of English-speaking Lao students who would rather take on Spanish as their third language than Japanese. F, who knows some Thai from when his aunt had come back from Thailand, tags along for the summer. He gets a job when he realizes he has nothing to do.

F works with ten people—seven Lao, three Chinese. (He, himself, is Spanish, which throws the picture off completely.) They work at a media tech corner in a Chinese market. The entire place looks like a sad side note in a week-old newspaper. A little ways away, the shoe store owner, sweating a bit, says the owners are too cheap to turn on the air conditioning. People in Laos don’t see any novelty in an indoor shopping center with no air conditioning. She also makes it a point to mention that the owners are Chinese, not Lao.

And seriously, what are the odds S would find another Spanish-speaking person tucked away in this deserted gem of a place?

F’s world spins on the axis he stands on, but makes no revolutions. S, who always seems to fall in and out of revolutions, must spin towards him. S moves, closer and closer, and when he gets close enough, he realizes what F doesn’t: that he is about to crash into him, that they both want it to happen.

S sets the bait with the bat of an eye. And even though S is the one who sets the trap, they both collide on a surprisingly equal level. F’s not shy now, even with ten co-workers casually eavesdropping on him, not understanding a word of Spanish. Even if he thinks S looks a bit like a diva, F is happy to find someone who knows his language. It is the last time S underestimates F.

F talks with his hands when he says simple things in Lao to S, sometimes to the point of insulting S’s intelligence. F is the one doing the work he’s paid to do, but S is the one doing the most work and it shows. F nudges S towards the fan with polite enthusiasm, not wanting S to wilt. S adjusts the sound mixer, and asks a legitimate question that a diva about to wilt would not ask. It is the last time F underestimates S.

(F asks the dreaded, number one most asked question.

S answers with a day and a time.

F feels his chest tighten at the information.

His ten co-workers have already left their respective posts to hover near the gossip fodder.

He’s got money, F says to them in Lao.

S, now knowing what F said, glares about the injustice of it all.)

They see each other two times after that. F’s world makes no revolutions, but only because he has no other choice. S, whose world is full of choices, must spin towards him. They create a new planet, the planet of S&F. S’s name gets first billing and F think it’s fair since S had to make all the first moves. F’s co-workers are ecstatic something new and exciting has finally shaken their otherwise routine days.

(I want a love story, F says.

I want a story about you, F says.

What about you? S asks.

That’s not important, F says.

Love is, F says.)

In the planet of S&F, S has few boundaries and fewer stipulations. He can cross the line and come back again, relatively unharmed. F, however, doesn’t have the resources like S does. He has to have rules, and he can’t break them all for him—not that S expects him to, not that F could if he tried because he’s definitely thought about trying.

(S is thoroughly disappointed when they come for him at last.

I have to go, S says.

Then go, F wants to snap.

See if I care, F wants to say in his most surly tone.

But F is not angry in the least bit, only as disappointed as S is.

F doesn’t say anything, just presses his mouth in a thin, sorry line.

He watches him abandon the planet of S&F, like he knew he would all along.)

The thing about planets is that they need love and nourishment. They need people to not start apocalyptic wars over money and God. They need people to care enough to not let them go up in the flames of nuclear waste and deforestation. They need people who still believe human souls are connected to all other humans and everything that is there. Neither the planet nor the people want to end up with the last resort, the final war or spiritual cleansing or whatever the new generation calls it: where one must destroy the other. Either the people go or the planet goes, but there can’t be both. Nobody wants the situation to go to that.

S regrets not telling F that he is, indeed, important. F regrets not breaking the rules for S, but then remembers he couldn’t, even if he tried. They feel cheated by their own responsibilities, their sense of duty, their voice of reason.

Fast forward a month and not much has changed. F’s world spins on the axis that binds him, preventing him from making any revolutions. S’s world turns and turns, following revolutions that won’t lead him back to F.

Somewhere, equal galaxies between F and S, a planet dies young.




*The age of colonialism is over, but European tourists still try to dissociate themselves from that guilty part of their history. By not voicing complaint during their cultural immersions, they think it is their way of redeeming themselves from crimes their motherland committed.†

†This is despite the fact most of the victimized countries in the world have forgiven and moved on.


author's note: i never thought S/F would get posted in this journal, but go figure. the original version of this story was inspired by my two weeks in laos, which also inspired version two. because if you think about it, two people who have never met another two people could be facing the same thing without ever knowing it.

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lala

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from: lalawrites
date: Jul. 24th, 2008 02:17 pm (UTC)
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thank you.

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♥ J e n n i f e r

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from: dropsofcoffee
date: Jul. 24th, 2008 02:55 pm (UTC)
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This is just so beautiful. Really, really well written, I loved it :-)

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lala

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from: lalawrites
date: Jul. 25th, 2008 02:14 pm (UTC)
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thanks!

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sad peach

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from: pippopippo
date: Jul. 24th, 2008 05:05 pm (UTC)
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I really enjoyed this; it's different, but very well-written.

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lala

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from: lalawrites
date: Jul. 25th, 2008 02:15 pm (UTC)
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colorwind

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from: kinnetik_l
date: Jul. 24th, 2008 05:28 pm (UTC)
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Somewhere, equal galaxies between F and S, a planet dies young.

this is truly beautiful.
add to mem.
<3

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lala

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from: lalawrites
date: Jul. 25th, 2008 02:15 pm (UTC)
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thankies!

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dance_fairies

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from: dance_fairies
date: Jul. 24th, 2008 06:41 pm (UTC)
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This was amazing. Simply amazing. So beautifully written and the style of writing was different but it worked so well.
Awesome job here ^-^

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lala

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from: lalawrites
date: Jul. 25th, 2008 02:16 pm (UTC)
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thank you.

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la miro a los ojos (se reflejan en ti)

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from: alor
date: Jul. 24th, 2008 06:53 pm (UTC)
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This is just gorgeous, dear. ♥

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lala

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from: lalawrites
date: Jul. 25th, 2008 02:16 pm (UTC)
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♥s back!

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rhythm of the seasons

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from: seebutterflies
date: Jul. 24th, 2008 08:19 pm (UTC)
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Absolutely beautiful, not to mention heartbreaking.
Loved it ♥

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lala

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from: lalawrites
date: Jul. 25th, 2008 02:17 pm (UTC)
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gracias.

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Arfur

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from: imyourheroine
date: Jul. 25th, 2008 10:11 am (UTC)
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Bravo! It's sad but beautiful. :)

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lala

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from: lalawrites
date: Jul. 25th, 2008 02:17 pm (UTC)
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thanks!

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