Disclaimer: Characters in this story do not belong to me (unless further
noted, hehe) so do not sue! :) Just havin' fun elaborating on my favorite
characters/movie, which belong to View Askew and Kevin Smith *bows humbly*
Warning: Some mild slash contained.
Hands Clean
Playing the scene over and over again in his head, Bartleby saw himself kill Loki. His best friend in all eternity… No…
The water splashed over the sides of the sink and Bartleby eventually came to. He scrubbed his hands harder and added more soap, but nothing could help him now. Nothing he did ever worked. The door opened behind him, and Bartleby jumped. He swirled around to face his equal.
"You know, I am NOT going to retile this bathroom, again, B." Loki stood in the doorway, looking at Bartleby with eyes that sparkled like diamonds that were twinkling with silent laughter. "Nightmares again?"
"Uhhuh… And each time it's the same. I see you… your blood on my hands, lifeless earthly body in my arms… and… I can't get the blood off! God!! WHY?" Bartleby slammed his fists forcefully onto the wet counter and Loki feared that the glass would shatter into a million pieces and cut his Bartleby to pieces. But deep inside he knew that She wouldn't give him relief in ending his life like that.
"B… B, shh… Don't cry… Please. Don't torture yourself like this. I'm alive. See? I forgive you, I know it wasn't really my B that… Bartleby, I'm alive. Can't you just live with it?" Loki added this part quietly, and then trying to be reassuring and reprimanding at the same time, said, "And… don't damage yourself, please… I don't like it."
"It doesn't hurt," sniffled Bartleby unconvincingly. "And, well, I convinced you to do all these horrible things, and, well… Now we're stuck here eternally in this god-forsaken State as angels, and… and… we can't even kill ourselves!"
"Well… we could, but I wouldn't recommend it. The out come… ick. I'd rather just be here… with you… My B." Loki had that soft tone in his voice again, and it made Bartleby feel a little self-conscious. As much as he would've liked to be, the Watcher was far from psychic. He let the words find him and settle gently onto his ears, but the impact was great. Was Loki hinting at something?
"What… what are you…?"
"Poor B… you mean you really haven't noticed? B… We're immortally human now. I-" Loki down cast his eyes, not wanting to sound arrogant or having his words come off wrong, "-was talking to Metatron the other day while you were out in the garden… And I figured you didn't need to learn of this so abruptly from the Voice of God about your newfound humanity. I thought it was best if I told you. You were having those nightmares… Hell, you still are. But it was just another wrench to throw into the well-oiled machine that it… My B."
Loki stepped behind Bartleby and put his hands tenderly onto his shoulders. His light and gentle touch made numerous shivers go up Bartleby's spine. He was human now. Immortally so, but still human… Of the human kind… He could do everything those blasted mortals could. Drink alcohol, sleep, and express the passion he felt within himself…
In time Bartleby's eyes fell on Loki's. The ex-Angel of Death's eyes were searching his for some sort of emotion. Bartleby took a throatful of Loki's sent in. That clean smell that was Loki's… no matter what Bartleby did, he could never really forget that smell. It was his Loki…
Loki's hands found their way to Bartleby's neck… and softly to his chin… and then his cheek… Loki took his time caressing his beloved, and Bartleby felt himself floating… So this is what it's like to feel pleasure… Something in Bartleby's mind rejected Loki's touch, though, and he jerked away, just as.
"No."
"No?" This took Loki by surprise, and his hands and arms fell to his side. B's touch… his skin in Loki's hand… so soft… Loki had thought that after spending close on eternity with his Watcher that Bartleby would feel the same way as he did. He knew that Bartleby had told Bethany they were no more than friends, but how could he possibly truly think that?
"I… I… Loki…" Bartleby looked at Loki with new human tears in his sea like eyes. He wanted to reassure Loki so much of his love for the sandy haired man that stood now in disbelief behind him. But he did not know those words he sought, and all he could do was stutter and wish Loki would not be mad with him… Deep in his heart he knew this was foolish. No man could deal with rejection. It was one of the worst sins to humankind…
"Oh… Uh… I understand… No, really B… I don't know what came over me… Really, I think I'm just losing my mind or something, hehe. Just… Um, just insanity from this stupid place, I guess… Forgive me, eh?" Loki held back his tears well for a first-time human and turned on his heel from Bartleby. He needed to get away from him, now.
What had gone wrong? Sure, Bartleby had told Bethany… but he could not have been telling her the truth. Time and time again when things got rough, or Bartleby and Loki were bored, they would tell each other things… and hadn't B once confessed his love to Loki? Or maybe it was only a dream Loki had had…
New emotions that Loki had no words for swirled around his head. Being human had its ups and downs, and these emotions could definitely be considered borderline… His love, and new sensations he felt around him were great, and thrilled the child like Loki, but also the jealousy and hatred welling up into his poor mind… Why couldn't Bartleby just conform to Loki's abrupt love?
Loki got up and grabbed his Jersey Devil's sweatshirt he had picked up secretly while in Jersey and stalked out of the room. His confused love quickly turned into rage at his equally confused counterpart. He let the screen door slam behind him and distantly he heard Bartleby cry out in distress, but cared nothing of him right now.
He needed to get drunk.
Warning: Some mild slash contained.
Hands Clean
Playing the scene over and over again in his head, Bartleby saw himself kill Loki. His best friend in all eternity… No…
The water splashed over the sides of the sink and Bartleby eventually came to. He scrubbed his hands harder and added more soap, but nothing could help him now. Nothing he did ever worked. The door opened behind him, and Bartleby jumped. He swirled around to face his equal.
"You know, I am NOT going to retile this bathroom, again, B." Loki stood in the doorway, looking at Bartleby with eyes that sparkled like diamonds that were twinkling with silent laughter. "Nightmares again?"
"Uhhuh… And each time it's the same. I see you… your blood on my hands, lifeless earthly body in my arms… and… I can't get the blood off! God!! WHY?" Bartleby slammed his fists forcefully onto the wet counter and Loki feared that the glass would shatter into a million pieces and cut his Bartleby to pieces. But deep inside he knew that She wouldn't give him relief in ending his life like that.
"B… B, shh… Don't cry… Please. Don't torture yourself like this. I'm alive. See? I forgive you, I know it wasn't really my B that… Bartleby, I'm alive. Can't you just live with it?" Loki added this part quietly, and then trying to be reassuring and reprimanding at the same time, said, "And… don't damage yourself, please… I don't like it."
"It doesn't hurt," sniffled Bartleby unconvincingly. "And, well, I convinced you to do all these horrible things, and, well… Now we're stuck here eternally in this god-forsaken State as angels, and… and… we can't even kill ourselves!"
"Well… we could, but I wouldn't recommend it. The out come… ick. I'd rather just be here… with you… My B." Loki had that soft tone in his voice again, and it made Bartleby feel a little self-conscious. As much as he would've liked to be, the Watcher was far from psychic. He let the words find him and settle gently onto his ears, but the impact was great. Was Loki hinting at something?
"What… what are you…?"
"Poor B… you mean you really haven't noticed? B… We're immortally human now. I-" Loki down cast his eyes, not wanting to sound arrogant or having his words come off wrong, "-was talking to Metatron the other day while you were out in the garden… And I figured you didn't need to learn of this so abruptly from the Voice of God about your newfound humanity. I thought it was best if I told you. You were having those nightmares… Hell, you still are. But it was just another wrench to throw into the well-oiled machine that it… My B."
Loki stepped behind Bartleby and put his hands tenderly onto his shoulders. His light and gentle touch made numerous shivers go up Bartleby's spine. He was human now. Immortally so, but still human… Of the human kind… He could do everything those blasted mortals could. Drink alcohol, sleep, and express the passion he felt within himself…
In time Bartleby's eyes fell on Loki's. The ex-Angel of Death's eyes were searching his for some sort of emotion. Bartleby took a throatful of Loki's sent in. That clean smell that was Loki's… no matter what Bartleby did, he could never really forget that smell. It was his Loki…
Loki's hands found their way to Bartleby's neck… and softly to his chin… and then his cheek… Loki took his time caressing his beloved, and Bartleby felt himself floating… So this is what it's like to feel pleasure… Something in Bartleby's mind rejected Loki's touch, though, and he jerked away, just as.
"No."
"No?" This took Loki by surprise, and his hands and arms fell to his side. B's touch… his skin in Loki's hand… so soft… Loki had thought that after spending close on eternity with his Watcher that Bartleby would feel the same way as he did. He knew that Bartleby had told Bethany they were no more than friends, but how could he possibly truly think that?
"I… I… Loki…" Bartleby looked at Loki with new human tears in his sea like eyes. He wanted to reassure Loki so much of his love for the sandy haired man that stood now in disbelief behind him. But he did not know those words he sought, and all he could do was stutter and wish Loki would not be mad with him… Deep in his heart he knew this was foolish. No man could deal with rejection. It was one of the worst sins to humankind…
"Oh… Uh… I understand… No, really B… I don't know what came over me… Really, I think I'm just losing my mind or something, hehe. Just… Um, just insanity from this stupid place, I guess… Forgive me, eh?" Loki held back his tears well for a first-time human and turned on his heel from Bartleby. He needed to get away from him, now.
What had gone wrong? Sure, Bartleby had told Bethany… but he could not have been telling her the truth. Time and time again when things got rough, or Bartleby and Loki were bored, they would tell each other things… and hadn't B once confessed his love to Loki? Or maybe it was only a dream Loki had had…
New emotions that Loki had no words for swirled around his head. Being human had its ups and downs, and these emotions could definitely be considered borderline… His love, and new sensations he felt around him were great, and thrilled the child like Loki, but also the jealousy and hatred welling up into his poor mind… Why couldn't Bartleby just conform to Loki's abrupt love?
Loki got up and grabbed his Jersey Devil's sweatshirt he had picked up secretly while in Jersey and stalked out of the room. His confused love quickly turned into rage at his equally confused counterpart. He let the screen door slam behind him and distantly he heard Bartleby cry out in distress, but cared nothing of him right now.
He needed to get drunk.
