"I see the glass as half full, only it is a shotglass, there are four of us and we are very, very, thirsty"
-Jeff McDaniels.
Hell
Hell.
Her breath burned, like sulfur scorching fertile land. Delicate fingers that most often saw the trigger of a gun than other's touch curled around dark strands of hair. Owning, holding, cradling, taking... Four things Elena could do with her hands.
Lead me not into temptation, for my God will protect me.
Her fingers left furrows on the other's hips, violet trails of what other people called 'lovemaking.' Tifa called it 'fucking', her wine red eyes not nearly as hard as she'd like to pretend. Elena just called it 'Hell.
Hell is for sinners.
And for this one, she'd gladly burn.
Heaven
There is a certain irony of being alive.
The same irony that there is for being dead and going to Heaven, isn't it?
Or to Hell, in your case.
Maybe your Heaven is your Hell.
Father-Lover-Mother, triangle all over again, isn't it?
Try visiting my Heaven.
Everything In-between
"God," He quirks a brow in response to that vague not even exclamatation, exclamation. Rude didn't exclaim percisely, just exhale. The redhead would respond, had a cigarette not been balanced between his lips, and a Turk between his hips. "God doesn't fuck like me," Reno laughed.
An Atheist's Side
God doesn't fuck like me God doesn't fuck like me God doesn't fuck like me
Entropy was melting Tseng's ice. Entropy was slowly unraveling the universe. Entropy was consuming his mind. To Tseng's orderly world, carefully built up by his hands, by his own version of what people called 'God', entropy had red hair. Entropy was Tseng's mind as he sipped a label of whiskey loved by a certain someone. Given to him by a certain someone else.
"You're brooding," The devil pointed out, shutting the door behind him. Tseng quirked a smile and poured him a glass of whiskey.
"So are you." Red eyes slid to the side, cantering like a skittish horse.
Whiskey. Shotglass. Table. Entropy-Eyes. God.
"Damn..." Tseng murmured as the Devil took the offered flesh, claw leaving red trails of what people called 'lovemaking.
"God doesn't fuck like me." The Devil replied, entropy-eyed.
Author's Notes: Yeah. Uh.
Hell: Elena/Tifa
Heaven: Reeve... and uh... guess :3
Everything In-between: Reno/Rude
An Atheist's Side: Vincent/Tseng