This Body's Lost the Soul (NOT FINISHED)
Title: The Bruising Never Lasts
Author: Waraitame
Rating: adult, i guess
Pairing: Haine/Badou
A/N: Umm, I pulled this one out of knowhere. Wanted to write something about Haine's lack of smiling. Comments are welcomed! I don't write as much as I should but, let me know if I can improve!! <3
Disclaimer: Characters do not belong to me but, I wish thew did...
Balancing on the curb, teetering on the edge. I stroll into Buon Viaggio its tables barely full, the smell of coffee and conceit is overwhelming. More repairs need to be done and I hope I can get out while I can.
The one blessed with the luck of sight sees a shock of white. A slight smirk crosses my face as I stride towards him; hands in my pocket, chin lowered, hips swaggering, and tipped forward; I stop in front of him careful to let him make the first move.
He lowers his paper to reveal to me only those eyes.
Oh, those eyes.
The familiar stinging, tensed glare meets my gaze and I respond to him, unblinkingly. His invisible eyebrows raise and his porcelain skin moves across his cheekbones as he speaks. I watch his lips move but, I dont hear a word.
They aren't bruised or bloody anymore...
Cue to 3.30 AM last night when his razor snaggle-teeth tore into my shoulder, along with his fingernails trailing down my back.; lips brushing against my collarbone, not exactly a comfortable position for him to be in.
I mentally shake myself as a shiver runs down my spine and I feel bruises purpling and blood vessels giving in. But, seriously? I've endured worse.
"Hey, shit head you listenin'?! What use are you..." Haine practically screams into my face while grumpily lunging for his coffee.
"Fuck you, zombie-boy. You weren't saying that last night," I remarked abducting his coffee from his grip and lounging in the chair across from him.
I watched his expression turn dark and that flicker crossed over his sight. His once bruised lips pressed tightly together and he sat rigid in his wooden chair.
Taking a large gulp of his coffee, smirking. Oh, how I wanted to kick him under the table...
He pointedly looks away and at the floor; seeming to be breaking up his rising and accumulated emotions.
My gaze flicks over to his face and immediately I feel regret and shame.
This is when I realized I've never seen him smile.
Not for real, at least. When he's released that crazed beast I occassionally see lurking behind his eyes, his smile becomes demonic, obsessed with carnage, ripping and tearing enemies to peices, or eating power-hungry men's faces.
Author: Waraitame
Rating: adult, i guess
Pairing: Haine/Badou
A/N: Umm, I pulled this one out of knowhere. Wanted to write something about Haine's lack of smiling. Comments are welcomed! I don't write as much as I should but, let me know if I can improve!! <3
Disclaimer: Characters do not belong to me but, I wish thew did...
Balancing on the curb, teetering on the edge. I stroll into Buon Viaggio its tables barely full, the smell of coffee and conceit is overwhelming. More repairs need to be done and I hope I can get out while I can.
The one blessed with the luck of sight sees a shock of white. A slight smirk crosses my face as I stride towards him; hands in my pocket, chin lowered, hips swaggering, and tipped forward; I stop in front of him careful to let him make the first move.
He lowers his paper to reveal to me only those eyes.
Oh, those eyes.
The familiar stinging, tensed glare meets my gaze and I respond to him, unblinkingly. His invisible eyebrows raise and his porcelain skin moves across his cheekbones as he speaks. I watch his lips move but, I dont hear a word.
They aren't bruised or bloody anymore...
Cue to 3.30 AM last night when his razor snaggle-teeth tore into my shoulder, along with his fingernails trailing down my back.; lips brushing against my collarbone, not exactly a comfortable position for him to be in.
I mentally shake myself as a shiver runs down my spine and I feel bruises purpling and blood vessels giving in. But, seriously? I've endured worse.
"Hey, shit head you listenin'?! What use are you..." Haine practically screams into my face while grumpily lunging for his coffee.
"Fuck you, zombie-boy. You weren't saying that last night," I remarked abducting his coffee from his grip and lounging in the chair across from him.
I watched his expression turn dark and that flicker crossed over his sight. His once bruised lips pressed tightly together and he sat rigid in his wooden chair.
Taking a large gulp of his coffee, smirking. Oh, how I wanted to kick him under the table...
He pointedly looks away and at the floor; seeming to be breaking up his rising and accumulated emotions.
My gaze flicks over to his face and immediately I feel regret and shame.
This is when I realized I've never seen him smile.
Not for real, at least. When he's released that crazed beast I occassionally see lurking behind his eyes, his smile becomes demonic, obsessed with carnage, ripping and tearing enemies to peices, or eating power-hungry men's faces.