SEQUEL! YEP! THIS FUCKING SOON! : D
Title: A Mightier Sword To Heal
Chapter: One. A New Fucking Attitude.
Author:
slasher48/
bad_bad_books
Rating: R
Pairing: VAM. Not yet, but yeah.
Disclaimer: If anyone are their own people, it's Ville and Bam. Hell YEAH.
AN: Linde: I have HAD IT with Ville moping around. Time to take matters into MY hands. *evil grin*
L'Acteur
Linde had had about enough of watching Ville slowly die before his eyes. He and Mige were constantly in and out of the apartment, making sure he bathed, ate, and slept properly, and they were running out of ability to get him to do even those things.
He watched from the doorway as Ville tried in vain to squeeze a song from himself, needing the catharsis of lyrically expressing himself. The look of pained concentration on Ville's face as he tried desperately to make beautiful words appear gave Linde a fantastic idea, and not rethinking the consequences or the possible immorality of what he was doing, he yanked a piece of paper and a pencil from Ville and strode into the living room to perch on the couch and have a think.
If he were Ville, what would Ville say to win Bam back? Linde couldn't manage much; Ville'd always been the best with rhetoric. He didn't even come close to the simplistic splendor of Ville's words.
He decided to start with a few simple sentences and then take Bam's reaction into severe consideration before writing the second letter.
Linde signed and sealed the letter, attempting Ville’s untidy scrawl to postmark it, then slid it into the post box and prayed it would find its way to Bam and not into the wrong hands.
Sighing, he made his way back into the room where Ville hid from the world and sat on the bed while his friend stared at the paper and tried to create a beautiful song out of all this misery.
“Ville?”
Ville slowly turned to look at him, one eyebrow barely raised.
“Why not go after him?”
Ville’s face scrunched up to hold back tears and Linde relented, pulling him into a tight embrace and stroking his dirty hair out of his face.
“He-he doesn’t want me to, Lin’,” Ville whispered, holding onto the blond for dear life and shivering.
Linde nodded sadly, all the while thinking… You’re wrong.
*
“Bam! Mail!” Ryan called, sliding a few envelopes out of the mailbox and carrying them up to his semi-comatose friend.
As usual, he got no response. Bam just stared into space, stolidly swallowing the soup April was forcing down his throat. It was almost pathetic, the way he was acting.
It would’ve been if it weren’t so goddamned sad.
Ryan flipped through the mail half-heartedly. Bill, bill, complaints from the township, bill, bill…and…What?
A letter from Ville?
Was it really possible after all this time?
But no, there it was, with Ville Valo scrawled on the corner of the envelope.
“Bam?”
No response. Ryan fought the urge to roll his eyes.
“Bam…um, Ville wrote you.”
A slight twitch of the eyebrow was the only indication Bam had even heard him, much less understood what he said. Ryan jumped on that, excited by the first sign of humanity Bam had shown in months.
He set the letter on the bed where Bam’s hand lay, palm-up, and left, beckoning April out of the room with him. They stood outside for ages, waiting to hear the sounds of him ripping open the letter.
*
Bam’s eyes moved tediously slowly from the spot on the wall that had become his favorite to the perfectly conspicuous white spot on his black sheets and showing more movement than he had in what seemed like forever, he swallowed hard.
Ville wrote him? Did that mean he actually cared?
A part of Bam screamed, YES! Of course he does! You don’t think a fourteen year long friendship means nothing to him, do you?
Yet another part yelled at him for even considering that, taking into account how that man had broken his heart.
Whatever reason he’d written, Bam couldn’t deny he was curious, dying to read the letter, actually, and Bam had never been one to deny himself what he wanted.
So, with trembling hands, he gently slit the top of the envelope and slid the single piece of paper out, sitting up a little to read it.
He grew more confused with every word his eyes crossed, and by the end of the letter, he was totally disoriented, not sure what was up and what was down.
So Ville had broken his heart to get into acting…would he have done something similar to achieve his dream to direct?
Bam wasn’t shocked at the answer. After over ten years of wanting Ville and finally getting him, hell NO he wouldn’t have.
But Ville hadn’t, Bam realized.
Ville had only fallen in love with him a year ago, maybe two. He hadn’t experienced the feeling of coming home every time they were together the way Bam had.
Bam didn’t begrudge him that, but it would have been nice if he’d felt the same, just so he could have seen how much it would hurt to do what he’d done.
All the same, Bam wanted to write back. He was anxious to hear Ville’s half of the story, if only for the reason that he missed him terribly and he knew Ville could tell it beautifully.
Blinking back tears and trying to remain firm in his conviction that Ville could prove himself true, Bam snuck out of his room and past April and Ryan in the living room to drop the letter off in the mailbox.
After doing so, he slugged his way into the kitchen and drained half a quart of milk out of the gallon directly down his throat, then grabbed a piece of pizza from last night’s half-empty box that he, of course, hadn’t touched and gulped it in one bite.
After the stress of writing that letter, he was suddenly ravenous. And as his taste buds opened up, so did his nose.
…Which wrinkled when he realized how ripe he was from not bathing that week.
He put the letter out of his mind, sneaking silently upstairs to avoid the commotion sure to follow when his loved ones found out he was awake.
It was time for a new fucking attitude, and a shower would be a great way to start.
***
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Chapter: One. A New Fucking Attitude.
Author:
slasher48/
bad_bad_books
Rating: R
Pairing: VAM. Not yet, but yeah.
Disclaimer: If anyone are their own people, it's Ville and Bam. Hell YEAH.
AN: Linde: I have HAD IT with Ville moping around. Time to take matters into MY hands. *evil grin*
L'Acteur
Linde had had about enough of watching Ville slowly die before his eyes. He and Mige were constantly in and out of the apartment, making sure he bathed, ate, and slept properly, and they were running out of ability to get him to do even those things.
He watched from the doorway as Ville tried in vain to squeeze a song from himself, needing the catharsis of lyrically expressing himself. The look of pained concentration on Ville's face as he tried desperately to make beautiful words appear gave Linde a fantastic idea, and not rethinking the consequences or the possible immorality of what he was doing, he yanked a piece of paper and a pencil from Ville and strode into the living room to perch on the couch and have a think.
If he were Ville, what would Ville say to win Bam back? Linde couldn't manage much; Ville'd always been the best with rhetoric. He didn't even come close to the simplistic splendor of Ville's words.
He decided to start with a few simple sentences and then take Bam's reaction into severe consideration before writing the second letter.
Linde signed and sealed the letter, attempting Ville’s untidy scrawl to postmark it, then slid it into the post box and prayed it would find its way to Bam and not into the wrong hands.
Sighing, he made his way back into the room where Ville hid from the world and sat on the bed while his friend stared at the paper and tried to create a beautiful song out of all this misery.
“Ville?”
Ville slowly turned to look at him, one eyebrow barely raised.
“Why not go after him?”
Ville’s face scrunched up to hold back tears and Linde relented, pulling him into a tight embrace and stroking his dirty hair out of his face.
“He-he doesn’t want me to, Lin’,” Ville whispered, holding onto the blond for dear life and shivering.
Linde nodded sadly, all the while thinking… You’re wrong.
*
“Bam! Mail!” Ryan called, sliding a few envelopes out of the mailbox and carrying them up to his semi-comatose friend.
As usual, he got no response. Bam just stared into space, stolidly swallowing the soup April was forcing down his throat. It was almost pathetic, the way he was acting.
It would’ve been if it weren’t so goddamned sad.
Ryan flipped through the mail half-heartedly. Bill, bill, complaints from the township, bill, bill…and…What?
A letter from Ville?
Was it really possible after all this time?
But no, there it was, with Ville Valo scrawled on the corner of the envelope.
“Bam?”
No response. Ryan fought the urge to roll his eyes.
“Bam…um, Ville wrote you.”
A slight twitch of the eyebrow was the only indication Bam had even heard him, much less understood what he said. Ryan jumped on that, excited by the first sign of humanity Bam had shown in months.
He set the letter on the bed where Bam’s hand lay, palm-up, and left, beckoning April out of the room with him. They stood outside for ages, waiting to hear the sounds of him ripping open the letter.
*
Bam’s eyes moved tediously slowly from the spot on the wall that had become his favorite to the perfectly conspicuous white spot on his black sheets and showing more movement than he had in what seemed like forever, he swallowed hard.
Ville wrote him? Did that mean he actually cared?
A part of Bam screamed, YES! Of course he does! You don’t think a fourteen year long friendship means nothing to him, do you?
Yet another part yelled at him for even considering that, taking into account how that man had broken his heart.
Whatever reason he’d written, Bam couldn’t deny he was curious, dying to read the letter, actually, and Bam had never been one to deny himself what he wanted.
So, with trembling hands, he gently slit the top of the envelope and slid the single piece of paper out, sitting up a little to read it.
He grew more confused with every word his eyes crossed, and by the end of the letter, he was totally disoriented, not sure what was up and what was down.
So Ville had broken his heart to get into acting…would he have done something similar to achieve his dream to direct?
Bam wasn’t shocked at the answer. After over ten years of wanting Ville and finally getting him, hell NO he wouldn’t have.
But Ville hadn’t, Bam realized.
Ville had only fallen in love with him a year ago, maybe two. He hadn’t experienced the feeling of coming home every time they were together the way Bam had.
Bam didn’t begrudge him that, but it would have been nice if he’d felt the same, just so he could have seen how much it would hurt to do what he’d done.
All the same, Bam wanted to write back. He was anxious to hear Ville’s half of the story, if only for the reason that he missed him terribly and he knew Ville could tell it beautifully.
Blinking back tears and trying to remain firm in his conviction that Ville could prove himself true, Bam snuck out of his room and past April and Ryan in the living room to drop the letter off in the mailbox.
After doing so, he slugged his way into the kitchen and drained half a quart of milk out of the gallon directly down his throat, then grabbed a piece of pizza from last night’s half-empty box that he, of course, hadn’t touched and gulped it in one bite.
After the stress of writing that letter, he was suddenly ravenous. And as his taste buds opened up, so did his nose.
…Which wrinkled when he realized how ripe he was from not bathing that week.
He put the letter out of his mind, sneaking silently upstairs to avoid the commotion sure to follow when his loved ones found out he was awake.
It was time for a new fucking attitude, and a shower would be a great way to start.
***
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