I know the borderlines we drew between us keep the weapons down, keep the wounded safe

[rhymed]

BECAUSE I KNOW I COULDN'T DO THE IDEA JUSTICE, AND I KNOW THERE ARE A NUMBER OF BACCANO FANS AND TALENTED WRITERS ON MY FLIST..

I all of a sudden really really really want to see a Baccano AU fic where the Martillos and the Gandors AREN'T on good terms, and are in fact enemies. But Firo and Luck are still childhood bffs and try to remain so,

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[xen0glossy]

Funny that this post should pop up while I'm listening to the song in question. Though I guess it's not that funny, since I'm sure half my flist has been listening obsessively to the new Vienna Teng album.

[rhymed]

It's such an amazing album ;;b

[xen0glossy]

It is amazingly gorgeous. I haven't stopped listening to it since I got it.

[rhymed]

I KNOW, ME EITHER

[llamrei]

AAAH my OTP song.

[rhymed]

YEAH THAT'S THE OTHER ASSOCIATION I HAVE WITH THIS SONG

[neocloud9]

...I'd read it. XD

NEVER LET ME WRITE FIC.

[bromantic]

"You snuck out again," Luck said disapprovingly, or tried to say disapprovingly but the twitch at the corner of his lips gave him away like a neon sign, the only kind you can find in New York these days.

Firo grinned and tilted his hat over his face just to make him look more modest about it. It didn't work.

"You'll get into trouble," Luck admonished, tossing him the bottle from across the corner, run-down and grimy, just like this city, just like the business they run. It suits them to be doing backalley meetings of a backalley nature.

Firo grabbed the bottle with one hand and tipped it to his lips in a mock-sip, mock-smile, "That's the fun of it, isn't it?"

And Luck's eyes twinkled.