This is a different take on the last scene of Revelations…basically, what if this is just…normal for them. It's also a companion to the previous piece.
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The mind is its own place, and in itself
Can make a Heav'n of Hell, a Hell of Heav'n
-Satan, Paradise Lost, Book 1, lines 254-255
Jack and Mimi: A Hell of Heaven
Afterwards, he stirs, climbs slowly to his feet, head pounding and body sore. After weeks of Schuyler's soft kisses, that was…invigorating. She moves next to him, a glance letting him know that she's awake and watching.
They say nothing as they dress, but it's not an uncomfortable silence. It's the silence of two ancient beings who have done this dance before, and who will do it a million times again.
It's only as they stroll down the sidewalk later, looking at nothing but giving each other time to think, that he finally speaks.
"I thought…I thought I could change, for her. I thought I could be what she needed, and in changing, I could be good."
She smiles sadly at him, taking his hand and letting him know she understands, if not the process, then the reasons behind it.
"We're Hell's Angels, my darling. We're not meant to be good."
