Can you take it all away?
Who: Mello immerzweitbeste and Kadaj remnantmessiah
When: Sunday, Nov. 29th
Where: Mello's room
Summary: Upon Kadaj's return, Mello called for him. He's more than happy to run to his lover after the trauma that is still so fresh in his mind.
Rating: Tentative PG-13. For now. XD
Warnings: Sado-masochistic fluff?
It was so familiar, to walk these halls. Kadaj remembered when there had been laptops rather than these ridiculous little communicators, only one floor and no biodome. He had nearly died, shortly after the biodome had been opened to them. Some people had died that week. So many memories, all of them becoming more vivid and real than the ones of his short life hunting for Mother. What was it all for, in the end? If Mother couldn't reach him here, then she wasn't a goddess. She wasn't Almighty and that scared him.
If he could forget it though... Cloud and Sephiroth and ShinRa... If it had never existed then maybe he wouldn't have either. Maybe he would have been born to a normal and happy life. Maybe not. Perhaps the thing called fate would have kept him to the same early end, the same careening course of self-destruction.
Mello was his safe harbor. The anchor through all things. Perhaps it was as the others believed, that he had merely taken his desire to be loved and appreciated, to be Mother's chosen son, and filled that hole with the obsessive and twisted brand of love and affection that the blonde provided him with. No matter what doubt was cast on it, he wouldn't waver, howevver. Kadaj believed in Mello fully. He was no normal human. The Remnant hadn't decided exactly what that meant yet but... he'd think of something.
A familiar doorway. One he'd laughed, cried, and cried-out behind. He raised his hand and twisted the doorknob, letting it fall open and trying to hold back the tumult of emotions that he felt.
When: Sunday, Nov. 29th
Where: Mello's room
Summary: Upon Kadaj's return, Mello called for him. He's more than happy to run to his lover after the trauma that is still so fresh in his mind.
Rating: Tentative PG-13. For now. XD
Warnings: Sado-masochistic fluff?
It was so familiar, to walk these halls. Kadaj remembered when there had been laptops rather than these ridiculous little communicators, only one floor and no biodome. He had nearly died, shortly after the biodome had been opened to them. Some people had died that week. So many memories, all of them becoming more vivid and real than the ones of his short life hunting for Mother. What was it all for, in the end? If Mother couldn't reach him here, then she wasn't a goddess. She wasn't Almighty and that scared him.
If he could forget it though... Cloud and Sephiroth and ShinRa... If it had never existed then maybe he wouldn't have either. Maybe he would have been born to a normal and happy life. Maybe not. Perhaps the thing called fate would have kept him to the same early end, the same careening course of self-destruction.
Mello was his safe harbor. The anchor through all things. Perhaps it was as the others believed, that he had merely taken his desire to be loved and appreciated, to be Mother's chosen son, and filled that hole with the obsessive and twisted brand of love and affection that the blonde provided him with. No matter what doubt was cast on it, he wouldn't waver, howevver. Kadaj believed in Mello fully. He was no normal human. The Remnant hadn't decided exactly what that meant yet but... he'd think of something.
A familiar doorway. One he'd laughed, cried, and cried-out behind. He raised his hand and twisted the doorknob, letting it fall open and trying to hold back the tumult of emotions that he felt.