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Not done looking yet [Closed]

Jul 09, 2008 00:06

Who: Heine (cerberus_cortex) and Badou (smokesplz)
What: Talking. Without any strikethroughs to hide behind. (i.e. All of this demanded a log.)
Where: The old church
When: Afternoon, the day of Sharpay's first journal entry.

( Heine didn't have the first fucking clue what was supposed to happen next. )

Ω heine rammsteiner, Ω badou nails, place - old church

Comments 6

smokesplz July 9 2008, 05:17:45 UTC

Badou was stretched out in the pews, legs splayed and cigarette hanging from between his lips, eyes trained lazily on the door to the church, journal still opened on his lap, the whole confusing conversation on display for the whole fuckin' world to see, stupid blondes and all. But it was Heine and he was like one of those-- enigmas. You could never look at the guy and tell what he was thinking, couldn't ever get a good read on the guy even though Badou would probably have the best luck with it out of anyone else that tried.

So maybe he saw it coming. Maybe he instigated a bit because he was bored but that doesn't mean it was nothing. It doesn't mean that he doesn't realize that he could fuck this up -- like everything else he ever encountered -- because he did. He fucking -- he knew. Didn't need skywriting to know that.

The door flew open and Heine strode in his usual fashion -- cocky, but not cocky enough to make Badou want to rip off his face, stupid tropical Rivelatian sun streaming in behind him ( ... )

cerberus_cortex July 11 2008, 04:02:23 UTC

Yeah, right. The fucking weather. God damn wet and hot. And oh yeah that Sharpay chick sure likes pink, huh?

Heine looked down at Badou and quirked a brow. He felt weird sitting down beside him so instead sat on the back of the pew in front, resting his feet on the seat at Badou's side. He could look at him that way, at least.

"Guess the Priest's gone out again."

Then he gave a nod towards the journal that still lay open on Badou's lap and said, as casually as he could manage, "Those two blond girls are pretty damn irritating."

Not quite Nice shoes; wanna fuck? but he figgured it'd do as a start.

smokesplz July 11 2008, 07:16:09 UTC

"Yeah? I kinda liked that one. Claire? Fuckin' hilarious," Badou grinned, peering up at Heine through his hair for a moment before pushing it out of his face. "She knows what's up, man."

Churches still kinda freaked Badou out for the most part, all the dust and the way everything echoed when you talked and there's no way you can take anything back after it echoes through the room five times. All the holy indignation never did set well with him in the first place and having to spend extended amounts of time in a place of worship wasn't doing much for his attempt at making a house a home, for lack of better wording.

He took another drag on his cig, blowing out the smoke slowly, mouth parted into an o. "But you know, I've been thinking. And maybe I wasn't joking," he said, just as stupidly casual as Heine and like he wasn't fucking with something kinda important.

cerberus_cortex July 11 2008, 15:21:43 UTC

Heine tried to play it cool. It didn't fucking matter if he'd never had a conversation like this before, he figured, unless he went and acted like he'd never had a conversation like this before. But anyway, Claire was a good distraction for a moment ( ... )

smokesplz July 11 2008, 19:42:34 UTC

His brain slowly worked its way around the information, like it was torn between tossing it aside just because it was said in such a passing intonation, like oh yeah I bought a new pair of socks today, they're blue or maybe I spilt water on my floor yesterday, but not p.s: I might be the next Jesus.

"What, what? Is she serious?" he said, shaking his head a few times like he'd come out of a daze, but didn't get much further than that before Heine reached out to take the smoke from his mouth and his lips gave to let him take it.

And he didn't know what it was, maybe he could blame it on the smoke, on the place, on the heat or maybe on nothing but the fact that this could be new and interesting and good, but when he brought the cigarette back up to his lips, he caught Heine's wrist and took the cig into his mouth just enough to brush against Heine's fingertips; keeping his hold on him for just that little bit longer than necessary, raising his eyebrows at Heine when he was settled back, almost like a challenge ( ... )

cerberus_cortex July 12 2008, 17:36:39 UTC

Heine almost pulled away, the pressure of Badou's hand on his wrist just enough to make him pause, stop the reflex before it started. But his surprise still showed in his eyes: Badou's lips were soft, and shit this actually felt nice.

It wasn't supposed to be this easy. Heine was damn near sure of it. It should take more than just reaching out like that and touching and his pulse getting quicker. It was supposed to hurt, somehow. Wasn't it? That's how things worked-if they were going to feel good, it meant that they fucking hurt first. Hurt the whole damn way through ( ... )