alatariel3
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Killing Loneliness
Okay, as promised. It is still today for me. *yawns* 'night all.
Bam carefully rubbed the washcloth over his side, wincing as even that gentle touch rubbed roughly over his tender skin. He had a terrible hangover and he hurt, more than he had after the last time he had completely fucked himself up at the skate park, but he thought it was worth it every time he looked into a mirror and saw the tattoo inked into his skin. It had hurt terribly, hence him drinking himself into oblivion and a bad hangover, but it looked beautiful.
Carefully Bam spread Neosporin over the tattoo; he didn’t remember the tattoo care instructions he was sure he had gotten the night before, he didn’t even remember how he had gotten home, but he was fairly certain that they were the same as the ones he had gotten for his wrist and abdomen and so he just applied those to his new tattoo. He washed his hands and didn’t bother with a shirt, going down stairs, trying to remember more of the night before. He assumed that someone from the tattoo parlor had decided that he was too annihilated to drive himself home and called Ape, getting her to pick him up. This suspicion was confirmed as he entered the kitchen to find her at the table, drawing. There was a glass of water and two aspirin already set out on the table for him and as he entered the room Ape looked up and smiled. “Hey, how are you feeling?”
“Unh…” Bam moaned painfully, downing the aspirin and the water all at once.
Ape laughed a little and got up. “I’m not surprised,” she said. She put a few slices of toast in the toaster. “You were pretty out of it last night.”
Bam sat down, wishing the throbbing in his head away. “This thing hurt like hell,” he muttered.
“Can I see it?” April asked, extracting the toast from the toaster.
Bam raised his arm, wincing as the movement pulled at his inflamed skin.
April bent down to look at it. “Oh, Bam, it’s gorgeous.”
Bam smiled. Her approval meant more to him than he would ever let on. She reached out as if to touch it but then pulled her fingers back, obviously away of how tender his skin was. “It’s absolutely beautiful, Bam, and very you.” She went back to the counter, messing with the toast for a few minutes before returning to the table and setting the now buttered toast down in front of Bam. She sat down and began to draw again, quietly keeping him company.
Bam stood next to his mini ramp, skateboard in hand. It was funny, this was the place he had screwed things up with Ryan, but it was also the place he came to for comfort. He scrambled up the side and got ready to tail drop in, ignoring the pain movement caused him. His head had stopped throbbing but there was still a subtle ache that couldn’t be coaxed away, even with medicine, and his side shrieked in pain every time he twisted or even breathed in deeply but he ignored them. He started practicing the most complicated progression of tricks he knew, needing to forget.
It had been three days since Ryan had contacted him; that was two days longer than they had ever gone before and Bam was certain that his best friend would never talk to him again. Bam cursed his own stupidity, knowing that he had fucked things up for himself yet again and it was his fault and his alone. He skated as hard as he could, trying tricks that usually left him laying face down on the wood, his skateboard nowhere near his feet. He just needed to forget.
A/N: A question: Is there a place to find just HIM slash? I'd like some Ville slash Burton, Linde, or Mige but haven't been able to find any, and recomendations?
Also, I have this: http://youtube.com/watch.php?v=iSfzhGyYBms&search=ville which is just...awesome. I've spent the last hour and a half listening to it. Yay!
Bam carefully rubbed the washcloth over his side, wincing as even that gentle touch rubbed roughly over his tender skin. He had a terrible hangover and he hurt, more than he had after the last time he had completely fucked himself up at the skate park, but he thought it was worth it every time he looked into a mirror and saw the tattoo inked into his skin. It had hurt terribly, hence him drinking himself into oblivion and a bad hangover, but it looked beautiful.
Carefully Bam spread Neosporin over the tattoo; he didn’t remember the tattoo care instructions he was sure he had gotten the night before, he didn’t even remember how he had gotten home, but he was fairly certain that they were the same as the ones he had gotten for his wrist and abdomen and so he just applied those to his new tattoo. He washed his hands and didn’t bother with a shirt, going down stairs, trying to remember more of the night before. He assumed that someone from the tattoo parlor had decided that he was too annihilated to drive himself home and called Ape, getting her to pick him up. This suspicion was confirmed as he entered the kitchen to find her at the table, drawing. There was a glass of water and two aspirin already set out on the table for him and as he entered the room Ape looked up and smiled. “Hey, how are you feeling?”
“Unh…” Bam moaned painfully, downing the aspirin and the water all at once.
Ape laughed a little and got up. “I’m not surprised,” she said. She put a few slices of toast in the toaster. “You were pretty out of it last night.”
Bam sat down, wishing the throbbing in his head away. “This thing hurt like hell,” he muttered.
“Can I see it?” April asked, extracting the toast from the toaster.
Bam raised his arm, wincing as the movement pulled at his inflamed skin.
April bent down to look at it. “Oh, Bam, it’s gorgeous.”
Bam smiled. Her approval meant more to him than he would ever let on. She reached out as if to touch it but then pulled her fingers back, obviously away of how tender his skin was. “It’s absolutely beautiful, Bam, and very you.” She went back to the counter, messing with the toast for a few minutes before returning to the table and setting the now buttered toast down in front of Bam. She sat down and began to draw again, quietly keeping him company.
Bam stood next to his mini ramp, skateboard in hand. It was funny, this was the place he had screwed things up with Ryan, but it was also the place he came to for comfort. He scrambled up the side and got ready to tail drop in, ignoring the pain movement caused him. His head had stopped throbbing but there was still a subtle ache that couldn’t be coaxed away, even with medicine, and his side shrieked in pain every time he twisted or even breathed in deeply but he ignored them. He started practicing the most complicated progression of tricks he knew, needing to forget.
It had been three days since Ryan had contacted him; that was two days longer than they had ever gone before and Bam was certain that his best friend would never talk to him again. Bam cursed his own stupidity, knowing that he had fucked things up for himself yet again and it was his fault and his alone. He skated as hard as he could, trying tricks that usually left him laying face down on the wood, his skateboard nowhere near his feet. He just needed to forget.
A/N: A question: Is there a place to find just HIM slash? I'd like some Ville slash Burton, Linde, or Mige but haven't been able to find any, and recomendations?
Also, I have this: http://youtube.com/watch.php?v=iSfzhGyYBms&search=ville which is just...awesome. I've spent the last hour and a half listening to it. Yay!