Bulk post from Black-Eyed Sinner's Pact, minor character's various POV's

( Whatever the reason, Brendon pulls Ryan off into corners and just talks in his ear, closed off from the rest of us. Sometimes Ryan responds by shoving him away, sometimes by obliging and letting Brendon stay close. Sometimes, and this is what I like to see the most, Ryan smiles at something Brendon's said, let's his hand wander down to Brendon's waist. Pulls him in. )

Exert from Black-Eyed Sinner's Pact, Mikey's POV

( “He couldn’t even make it one day.” He reiterates, motioning in Pete’s direction. His tone is reminiscent of someone who is disappointed in their high spirited puppy when it chews another pair of their underwear. “If he weren’t out cold, I’d slap him in the face.” )

Exert from Black-Eyed Sinner's Pact, Brendon POV

( A lot of times when you run away, you run straight into the arms of another disaster. )

Bulk post from Black-Eyed Sinner's Pact, Brendon's POV

( Moments like this are perfect; when we’re all here together forgetting that half of us hate each other and half of us scare each other and half of us just aren’t very close at all. We’re all outcasts, united by drugs and tongues and the almost-Summertime. )

 Exert from Black-Eyed Sinner's Pact, Frank's POV

( “I’ll be right there, little man,” is the only thing Bob says before he hangs up. Man of few words, Bob Bryar. Superman with a lip ring. )

Exert from Black-Eyed Sinner's Pact, Frank's POV

( My life is tilting; my life is chaotic surrealism, like a Picasso. Pete’s face is like a fun house mirror. )

Exert from Black-Eyed Sinner's Pact, Frank's POV

( I sip my coffee. He lights a cigarette. We sit like that until the sun goes down. )

Bulk post from Black-Eyed Sinner's Pact, Patrick's POV

( “Welcome to Erotic Escapes,” I monotone as he approaches the counter, “The gateway to your every erotic escape. Would you like a free lube sample?” )

Bulk post from Black-Eyed Sinner's Pact, Gerard's POV

( And then some of them are lost completely, and the only evidence is what's left over from the pornography. Teeth marks on my neck, bruises on Brendon's hips. Implications, aftermaths. Things I can handle. )

Exert from Black-Eyed Sinner's Pact, Gerard's POV

( That’s heartache, red romance pornography, silver screen classic good down to the core redemption in the momentary lowering of your eyelashes. )