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[albata]

Who: Heine Rammsteiner, Duke.
When: Not long after Heine arrives, but probably after he's found Nill and made sure she's safe and whatnot.
Where: Near one of the terminals, out in the open.
Rating: TBD.
Warnings: TBD.
Summary: DUKE THINKS EVERTHING IS A DREAM. Heine wants to kill himself. :)

Comments

1/2 lol

[el_legendaire]

So

2/2

[el_legendaire]

In any case he really did want some damn cigarettes, so he stopped annoying the possibly fictional Heine over the terminal and drifted over to ask the nearest bystander, a white haired man wearing enough leather to make Duke smirk, if he could bring himself to feel anything except a vague amusement about it. Which he couldn't. It didn't matter. If this was a dream then he was free to do as he pleased, and if it wasn't he wished someone would bloody well prove it to him already

[albata]

Maybe they were kind of in the same boat, that way, where they couldn't really remember anything at all, except for bits and pieces that shouldn't have mattered ( but still somehow did ).

Heine wasn't sure if he wanted to remember, anyway. Part of him figured it was because he just didn't give a shit, and the other part figured it had something to do with fear, but.

He'd be the last to admit that.

This guy, though. He was strange. Except he was strange in that really annoying sort of way, and if Heine had had a bit more compassion in him, he might have felt a little sorry for him and for all his retarded ass delusions. But Heine was Heine, unfortunately, and his form of compassion involved smacking the redhead right across the face until he realized that he definitely wasn't fucking dreaming and that he was as much stuck in this hellhole as everyone else around him was

[el_legendaire]

Oh. Well. Huh. Convenient, that.

Duke smiled a lopsided smile and said something apologetic about asking Heine the same question twice, then, but the expression didn't reach his eyes. He'd seen the way Heine's stance had changed, even if his face didn't, and more to the point recognized it, and surprised himself with how much it hurt, and it took everything he had not to speak the name.

Don't do that, you twerp. You're not a monster. You're not a hunter. You're not any worse than I am, and I will match you low for low and sin for sin, and there's not a thing you can do about it, so get used to it and get over yourself.

He didn't say any of that, of course, because he wasn't face to face with the person that he'd wanted to say it to.

Fucking vampires. Fucking incubus vampires and their white haired little cousins, watching him like he was fresh bleeding meat, and all Duke wanted to do was smile sadly and then punch this brat's goddamn face in for presuming to know anything about which one of them was the monster and which

[albata]

And maybe that was when the entire situation went from stupid and annoying to annoying and tense.

Because humans were one thing. Natural, normal people with their every day lives and their every day phrases and their every day patterns, those were the types of people that Heine didn't have much contact with, and maybe he'd been a bit stupid for assuming that Duke had been one of them when he wasn't even sure he'd ever met one. No, it'd make sense that Duke would be something else, and Heine was surprised he hadn't seen it earlier.

The flashing of his eyes, though, that would have been unsettling to anyone that wasn't him, and he'd shifted his position not long after Heine had shifted his own, and it echoed of cool familiarity. He was noticing things that he wasn't supposed to notice, that no one typically tended to notice, and Heine's brow almost lifted again as dark eyes flicked slowly down the form in front of him