[ there's bound to be similarities between them, that shouldn't come as a surprise - they had shared so many things together after all. for two people such as them, two creatures crawled out of the same pit, with shared experiences and memories of red(white)red blood and bones and marrow smeared across impossibly clean walls of that place, offered up like sacrificial lambs to the altar with their blood sealing the deal (if you do that, I will love you from the bottom of my heart, rose and antiseptic bitter in his mouth in his throat like rising bile).
the open space above their heads is like a physical weight, the very fact that there is somehow infinitesimal amount of sky and stars and everything that they could never even have imagined (oh but they did, a long time ago, about flowers and sky and clouds and all) - it is almost terrifying even for him, and he cannot imagine how Giovanni feels about it.
even so, Heine is - cruel enough to ignore it, to blind his eyes to the truth of the matter. each and every one of them are broken in the worst of ways, the cracks showing through on Giovanni's face in the shape of the jagged, knife-slash smile.
a slow breath, in and out, and Heine slits his eyes against the sight of the other emerging from the shadow of the shadow of the darkness. smiles back with all the viciousness of their first meeting, none of the conventional mirth associated with the act. ]
I don't believe in wasting time. Especially not with you.
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the open space above their heads is like a physical weight, the very fact that there is somehow infinitesimal amount of sky and stars and everything that they could never even have imagined (oh but they did, a long time ago, about flowers and sky and clouds and all) - it is almost terrifying even for him, and he cannot imagine how Giovanni feels about it.
even so, Heine is - cruel enough to ignore it, to blind his eyes to the truth of the matter. each and every one of them are broken in the worst of ways, the cracks showing through on Giovanni's face in the shape of the jagged, knife-slash smile.
a slow breath, in and out, and Heine slits his eyes against the sight of the other emerging from the shadow of the shadow of the darkness. smiles back with all the viciousness of their first meeting, none of the conventional mirth associated with the act. ]
I don't believe in wasting time. Especially not with you.