[Closed] Silent Night would have been too obvious.
Who: Mello (heresygrenade) and Matt (onetoignite)
When: Monday afternoon (backdated sob)
Where: Matt's apartment, currently lacking one Elena.
Format: Paragraph, present tense.
What: Mello pays Matt a visit during the darkness for... whatever crazy reason. Possible backstory-palooza. Almost definite Kira issues discussion.
Warnings: All Mello-related warnings apply!
The streets are black like velvet, lit only by the weak light of the flickering street lamps. And it's quiet, like the after-midnight hours. Stare up at the sky, nothing but darkness, and the silver glow of the not-quite half moon. Mello keeps his head down, covered with his hood. And he keeps his right hand on the edge of his gun as he listens to his footsteps echo in the quiet.
Half a block away from the building Matt's staying in, Mello hits disconnect on his Forge and quickens his step. It's cold, the way winters normally are, though he barely feels it. It's that fever again - hotter this time, driven by the pressure of recent days: the pressure of Kira's appearance, of his arguments with Matt about it, of the cryptic notes on the board and the dead girl he watched dragged from an alleyways into the ruins this morning. If you could call it a morning. It all burns inside him like a fucking inferno. One step, and two - by the fifth, he's sweating in the icy cold outdoors.
Yet another reason to take up fucking yoga.
In his head, he sings. Alle Jahre wieder, kommt das Christuskind... Another step. His heartbeat slows. Serenity, they say, is a great virtue.
Standing in front of Matt's door, Mello hits the wood thrice, harsh and sharp. Auf die Erde nieder, wo wir Menschen sind. Another breath. Come down. Come down.
One day he'll need to learn to control his fucking temper.
When: Monday afternoon (backdated sob)
Where: Matt's apartment, currently lacking one Elena.
Format: Paragraph, present tense.
What: Mello pays Matt a visit during the darkness for... whatever crazy reason. Possible backstory-palooza. Almost definite Kira issues discussion.
Warnings: All Mello-related warnings apply!
The streets are black like velvet, lit only by the weak light of the flickering street lamps. And it's quiet, like the after-midnight hours. Stare up at the sky, nothing but darkness, and the silver glow of the not-quite half moon. Mello keeps his head down, covered with his hood. And he keeps his right hand on the edge of his gun as he listens to his footsteps echo in the quiet.
Half a block away from the building Matt's staying in, Mello hits disconnect on his Forge and quickens his step. It's cold, the way winters normally are, though he barely feels it. It's that fever again - hotter this time, driven by the pressure of recent days: the pressure of Kira's appearance, of his arguments with Matt about it, of the cryptic notes on the board and the dead girl he watched dragged from an alleyways into the ruins this morning. If you could call it a morning. It all burns inside him like a fucking inferno. One step, and two - by the fifth, he's sweating in the icy cold outdoors.
Yet another reason to take up fucking yoga.
In his head, he sings. Alle Jahre wieder, kommt das Christuskind... Another step. His heartbeat slows. Serenity, they say, is a great virtue.
Standing in front of Matt's door, Mello hits the wood thrice, harsh and sharp. Auf die Erde nieder, wo wir Menschen sind. Another breath. Come down. Come down.
One day he'll need to learn to control his fucking temper.