^^ fic that was inspired by "Twisted" by the Sadistic Paperclip. (gods, she can write... *falls over and dies* ....this thing doesn't do her justice..) ..neways... you'll hafta read her fic. . you MUST~! ...........................ok.. right... but.. this one's from Brad's POV... and... yeah... whatever. ...i hate summaries...
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I've seen the way he looks at me. I'd have to be stupid not to. ...And Bradley Crawford is anything but stupid.
He'd like to fuck me.
Honestly, if it weren't for the fact that we were on opposite sides, I think I'd let him. The man is gorgeous without a doubt. Honey-golden hair, bottle-green eyes, and a smirk that just begs to be kissed... Yes, he's good-looking... and Dangerous with a capital "D".
I love dangerous men.
That's always been my downfall. Find a handsome killer who wants me and I'm almost ready to fall in his bed. I think it's something of a fetish that I got from my years in Rosenkreuz.
...But anyway...
..Good-looking, dangerous, and smarter than he lets on. I'm sure that if he really wanted to kill Schwarz, it wouldn't be too difficult for a man of his experience. And yet, he doesn't. Why? It's all part of the Game. A very intricate game that Schwarz and Wieß have been playing since the start. Of course, he and I are the only ones aware of it at the moment.. but that may change one day.. and then...
..And then...
..And then, we will see what happens. We will see if I end up by his side.. In his bed.. with him for as long as he desires me. ..Something which could be days or years. He is fickle like the Gods I was raised to serve are fickle.
I could almost love him, if I weren't Bradley Crawford. If I was still the fragile child of five, hunched over his Witch-mother's Latin texts and pretending to understand as the tall, beautiful woman speaks of Life and Death, the Forces that govern us all, how to best respect what is given us..
Yes, if I were still that child, I could love him.
But I'm not, and I can't.
...Still... I would be faithful... and isn't that what really matters to him? That he have someone to warm his bed?
Well, when the time comes, we shall see. I can handle any future that Fate may send my way... but... can the same be said of him?
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What would you do, Kudou... if you are given what you want..?
What will you do when I kiss you..?
....We shall see....
~Owari~
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.............ok....... i told you that it didn't do hers justice... but... what the hell... i thought i'd put it up here, anyway.
(brad) -.-;;
(yotan) -.-;;
^^;;
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I've seen the way he looks at me. I'd have to be stupid not to. ...And Bradley Crawford is anything but stupid.
He'd like to fuck me.
Honestly, if it weren't for the fact that we were on opposite sides, I think I'd let him. The man is gorgeous without a doubt. Honey-golden hair, bottle-green eyes, and a smirk that just begs to be kissed... Yes, he's good-looking... and Dangerous with a capital "D".
I love dangerous men.
That's always been my downfall. Find a handsome killer who wants me and I'm almost ready to fall in his bed. I think it's something of a fetish that I got from my years in Rosenkreuz.
...But anyway...
..Good-looking, dangerous, and smarter than he lets on. I'm sure that if he really wanted to kill Schwarz, it wouldn't be too difficult for a man of his experience. And yet, he doesn't. Why? It's all part of the Game. A very intricate game that Schwarz and Wieß have been playing since the start. Of course, he and I are the only ones aware of it at the moment.. but that may change one day.. and then...
..And then...
..And then, we will see what happens. We will see if I end up by his side.. In his bed.. with him for as long as he desires me. ..Something which could be days or years. He is fickle like the Gods I was raised to serve are fickle.
I could almost love him, if I weren't Bradley Crawford. If I was still the fragile child of five, hunched over his Witch-mother's Latin texts and pretending to understand as the tall, beautiful woman speaks of Life and Death, the Forces that govern us all, how to best respect what is given us..
Yes, if I were still that child, I could love him.
But I'm not, and I can't.
...Still... I would be faithful... and isn't that what really matters to him? That he have someone to warm his bed?
Well, when the time comes, we shall see. I can handle any future that Fate may send my way... but... can the same be said of him?
...
What would you do, Kudou... if you are given what you want..?
What will you do when I kiss you..?
....We shall see....
~Owari~
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.............ok....... i told you that it didn't do hers justice... but... what the hell... i thought i'd put it up here, anyway.
(brad) -.-;;
(yotan) -.-;;
^^;;
