COMMENTLOG | giovanni & heinepseudismFebruary 16 2009, 17:24:42 UTC
[Maybe Giovanni wasn't the only one so used to the routine. There was something strange about Heine - his resignation, his weariness, and Giovanni wondered whether that was a good sign or not. Because, well. He was wearing him down, yes, and he was slowly getting closer to the core of what he wanted, yes, but he felt like Heine was starting to withdraw at the same time. He was invading Heine, poisoning Heine, but the territory he really wanted kept pulling back from him, dragged down somewhere he hadn't learned how to reach.
He wasn't touching Heine's core yet, and maybe it'd take more than fights, threats, Lily this time. Maybe he'd need something to really wake Heine up, to rip him open in every conceivable way, to expose every inch of him so that there was nowhere to hide, nowhere Giovanni couldn't see and exploit. He wanted him from the inside out, wanted the dog and the mania and the white teeth like weapons. Not this lie. Were they really the same person, the one who tore him apart and this numbed failure
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COMMENTLOG | giovanni & heinetellemyoureshotMarch 16 2009, 11:13:30 UTC
[ That was a fair enough question, Heine supposed.
Too bad it was kind of irrelevant.
He let Giovanni push him down, push him back against the dirt and cement, and he didn't reply, not at first. Instead, his arm tightened around the back of Giovanni's neck, and he relaxed his hold on the chains in his hands just briefly. He didn't really give a fuck either way about how Giovanni was feeling, or about any sort of conflicting emotions he might have been feeling; that was irrelevant, too
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He wasn't touching Heine's core yet, and maybe it'd take more than fights, threats, Lily this time. Maybe he'd need something to really wake Heine up, to rip him open in every conceivable way, to expose every inch of him so that there was nowhere to hide, nowhere Giovanni couldn't see and exploit. He wanted him from the inside out, wanted the dog and the mania and the white teeth like weapons. Not this lie. Were they really the same person, the one who tore him apart and this numbed failure ( ... )
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Too bad it was kind of irrelevant.
He let Giovanni push him down, push him back against the dirt and cement, and he didn't reply, not at first. Instead, his arm tightened around the back of Giovanni's neck, and he relaxed his hold on the chains in his hands just briefly. He didn't really give a fuck either way about how Giovanni was feeling, or about any sort of conflicting emotions he might have been feeling; that was irrelevant, too ( ... )
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