words from a dream
Title: Come With Me And I'll Show You What Real Life Is, I'll Teach You How To Feel Again [1/?]
Author: stsoftomorrow (Aryadne)
Pairing: Fink/Rev
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Don't own. Just the words.
Notes: So... I guess I became a Fink/Rev addicted. This came up from a weird dream I had, we'll see how this is going to work. This story is more emotional but that doesn't mean Rev and Fink won't have their 'hot' moments. Fink is not the bad guy and Rev is not as angelical as we think.
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The fucking street was cold and dark. The vision from up there on the building didn't scare the man. Besides that, the floor never looked so damn pretty, even more when he imagined his blood making a big circle under is dead body laid, all shining and colorful. Shit, he was going insane with these kind of thoughts, but he didn't care, he didn't care about anything anymore. Life has lost it's meaning to him, everything was so black-and-white, all the colors in his life was gone, forever.
Waking up was boring, eating was boring, waling was boring, even sex was boring. Everything seemed to lost value to him. Every fucking thing. Death seemed the easier way to get away from this shit. Death, for a moment, seemed to be the only way to make him feel alive again.
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A drunk and fucked up Reverend was walking through the dark streets that night. Ruby Room was nice, like usualy, but in that night, the Reverend wanted his bed, his warn sheet and his own peace. He was drunk, as usually, but something inside of him was different. The same and the diferent at the same time inside of one person.
He was feeling weird, even through the drinking and flerting, he was still feeling weird. Beeing a fallen angel wasn't easy when he was sober. It hurted. The alcohol helped so fucking much. At some point of the walking, Reverend stopped, looking to the dark sky above him. He saw a red leather jacket up there and as curious as he was, he screamed.
"Hello! Hey you, the man in leather, what'cha doing up there?!"
No answer. Reverend kept his glare at the man up there, when he saw the red point leave the border of the building. At the same time, the blonded-haired man ran through the stairs, floor to floor, when he finally reached the roof, where the man was supposed to be.
As usually, Reverend entered the place making noise, as he stumbled in his own foot and hitting ground, his angelical face as well. The other man looked at the walking disaster behind him with an amused face and a half-smile.
"Ouch... Mah face hurts..."
"Who the fuck are you?"
"Mah nose..."
"WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU?!"
"I's sorry mister in red leather jacket... Rev's just trying to help you..."
"Leave me alone. No one can fucking help me."
"Why?"
"That's not of your fucking businnes, fucking drunk!"
"Wat'cha doing in there? Come down, Rev won't hurt you."
"You might don't hurt me but the humanity already did."
"What you mean?"
"I-I... I don't know..."
"Blergh, you's so complicated leather-boy... Mind if I seat here?"
"Why are you here anyway? I just wanna jump and end this..."
Rev seated, crossing his legs and throwing his beer away. After this, the blonde scratched his fluffy hair and stared at the man in front of him, just to look away from him once more. The blonde started to talk spontaneously, still avoiding the visual contact.
"Ya know, I'm not a human... I'm an angel... A fallen angel..."
Fink turned not only his face, but his whole body now, to glare at the seated man. One hand holding a striped mask and another a penknife.
"I've been on Earth for like one month... And now I finally know how great life is... How awesome is having really feeling... You know, be able to love, to hate, to get mad, to be happy... But sometimes, I have kind of a heart ache, do you know how it feels? It's like someone is suffocating me, a pain so damn strong that I can't even get up..."
Fink stared closely to the fallen angel. He wasn't lying and that scared him. How an angel could feel such a thing? Wasn't he happy in Heaven? Why did he come to Earth? Fink slowly stepped out of the border, walking to the angel.
"But I'm happy because I'm finally allowed to feel these things... You know, angels don't have other feelinsg but love and stuff in Heaven... I chose to be here, leather-boy, and I don't regret a thing."
Fink stood in front of the Reverend, analyzing this curious man. Rev was still looking away.
"I'm happy for feeling these things... I feel sorry for those who can't feel or don't feel something like this..."
Fink opened his penknife and dropped his mask on the floor, starting to open a cut on the palm of his hand. He smiled when the blood started to surge of his hand. A tail started to swish behing him, surprising Rev.
"What are you...?"
The angel asked, looking completely amused at the tail, realizing now the dark circles around his green eyes.
"I'm the devil, Reverend. I am the fucking Devil!"
The devil squeezed his hand, making more bloog come out form the cut.
"I'm so fucked up! I can't feel a god damn thing! I can't eat, I can't sleep, I can't even feel pain..."
Rev stood up, looking deep down inside his eyes. If anyone else could see the scene, would see tho extremly opposites. The good and the devil, black and white, Hell and Heaven.
"Tell me your name, Devil. Even the Devil has a name."
"Wilhelm Fink."
"Reverend Strychnine Twitch. Fink, take my hand."
Fink dropped his penknife and his mask, falling on his kness into the ground, right in front of Rev. Cold tears started to fall from his green eyes, the same emerald kind of eye Rev had. The angel pulled the strange man into a tight hug, playing with his dark hair and giving a sweet kiss in his head.
"Come with me, Fink. Come with me and I'll show you what real life is. I'll teach you how to feel again, I'll teach you how to live again."
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So, what did you think?
Air xxxx
Author: stsoftomorrow (Aryadne)
Pairing: Fink/Rev
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Don't own. Just the words.
Notes: So... I guess I became a Fink/Rev addicted. This came up from a weird dream I had, we'll see how this is going to work. This story is more emotional but that doesn't mean Rev and Fink won't have their 'hot' moments. Fink is not the bad guy and Rev is not as angelical as we think.
~
The fucking street was cold and dark. The vision from up there on the building didn't scare the man. Besides that, the floor never looked so damn pretty, even more when he imagined his blood making a big circle under is dead body laid, all shining and colorful. Shit, he was going insane with these kind of thoughts, but he didn't care, he didn't care about anything anymore. Life has lost it's meaning to him, everything was so black-and-white, all the colors in his life was gone, forever.
Waking up was boring, eating was boring, waling was boring, even sex was boring. Everything seemed to lost value to him. Every fucking thing. Death seemed the easier way to get away from this shit. Death, for a moment, seemed to be the only way to make him feel alive again.
-:-
A drunk and fucked up Reverend was walking through the dark streets that night. Ruby Room was nice, like usualy, but in that night, the Reverend wanted his bed, his warn sheet and his own peace. He was drunk, as usually, but something inside of him was different. The same and the diferent at the same time inside of one person.
He was feeling weird, even through the drinking and flerting, he was still feeling weird. Beeing a fallen angel wasn't easy when he was sober. It hurted. The alcohol helped so fucking much. At some point of the walking, Reverend stopped, looking to the dark sky above him. He saw a red leather jacket up there and as curious as he was, he screamed.
"Hello! Hey you, the man in leather, what'cha doing up there?!"
No answer. Reverend kept his glare at the man up there, when he saw the red point leave the border of the building. At the same time, the blonded-haired man ran through the stairs, floor to floor, when he finally reached the roof, where the man was supposed to be.
As usually, Reverend entered the place making noise, as he stumbled in his own foot and hitting ground, his angelical face as well. The other man looked at the walking disaster behind him with an amused face and a half-smile.
"Ouch... Mah face hurts..."
"Who the fuck are you?"
"Mah nose..."
"WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU?!"
"I's sorry mister in red leather jacket... Rev's just trying to help you..."
"Leave me alone. No one can fucking help me."
"Why?"
"That's not of your fucking businnes, fucking drunk!"
"Wat'cha doing in there? Come down, Rev won't hurt you."
"You might don't hurt me but the humanity already did."
"What you mean?"
"I-I... I don't know..."
"Blergh, you's so complicated leather-boy... Mind if I seat here?"
"Why are you here anyway? I just wanna jump and end this..."
Rev seated, crossing his legs and throwing his beer away. After this, the blonde scratched his fluffy hair and stared at the man in front of him, just to look away from him once more. The blonde started to talk spontaneously, still avoiding the visual contact.
"Ya know, I'm not a human... I'm an angel... A fallen angel..."
Fink turned not only his face, but his whole body now, to glare at the seated man. One hand holding a striped mask and another a penknife.
"I've been on Earth for like one month... And now I finally know how great life is... How awesome is having really feeling... You know, be able to love, to hate, to get mad, to be happy... But sometimes, I have kind of a heart ache, do you know how it feels? It's like someone is suffocating me, a pain so damn strong that I can't even get up..."
Fink stared closely to the fallen angel. He wasn't lying and that scared him. How an angel could feel such a thing? Wasn't he happy in Heaven? Why did he come to Earth? Fink slowly stepped out of the border, walking to the angel.
"But I'm happy because I'm finally allowed to feel these things... You know, angels don't have other feelinsg but love and stuff in Heaven... I chose to be here, leather-boy, and I don't regret a thing."
Fink stood in front of the Reverend, analyzing this curious man. Rev was still looking away.
"I'm happy for feeling these things... I feel sorry for those who can't feel or don't feel something like this..."
Fink opened his penknife and dropped his mask on the floor, starting to open a cut on the palm of his hand. He smiled when the blood started to surge of his hand. A tail started to swish behing him, surprising Rev.
"What are you...?"
The angel asked, looking completely amused at the tail, realizing now the dark circles around his green eyes.
"I'm the devil, Reverend. I am the fucking Devil!"
The devil squeezed his hand, making more bloog come out form the cut.
"I'm so fucked up! I can't feel a god damn thing! I can't eat, I can't sleep, I can't even feel pain..."
Rev stood up, looking deep down inside his eyes. If anyone else could see the scene, would see tho extremly opposites. The good and the devil, black and white, Hell and Heaven.
"Tell me your name, Devil. Even the Devil has a name."
"Wilhelm Fink."
"Reverend Strychnine Twitch. Fink, take my hand."
Fink dropped his penknife and his mask, falling on his kness into the ground, right in front of Rev. Cold tears started to fall from his green eyes, the same emerald kind of eye Rev had. The angel pulled the strange man into a tight hug, playing with his dark hair and giving a sweet kiss in his head.
"Come with me, Fink. Come with me and I'll show you what real life is. I'll teach you how to feel again, I'll teach you how to live again."
~
So, what did you think?
Air xxxx