71 cheat
Giovanni smirked wildly as he looked up into the window, one of only a few on in the building, the golden light reflecting off the orange lenses of his glasses.
"Well, Haine, my brother, looks like I'm going to have to cheat after all. We can't have you wandering like this..." he chuckled. The sound echoed down the alley with his footsteps as his white suit faded into the abyss of darkness.
72 house on the hill
Off in the distance, you could always see that shadow of a building. An immense, looming presence, and yet, no one cared. Nothing came from it, no one ever was told anything about it. So it was forgotten.
But sometimes on a misty or rainy morning, it was easy to imagine what it might be for.
And those thoughts were enough to give you the shivers.
73 thank you
"Badou?" Haine said, walking into the room. The redhead had finally given him a key. "Fuck, Badou, you here?"
No answer.
Haine opened the door to Badou's bedroom, where the redhead was completely sprawled across the bed. He shoo his head and rinsed the blood from his skin in the shower, and then ran a bath for himself.
He heard slow footsteps, a loud bang (he ran into the door, stupid fucker), and Badou dragged himself into the room, pulling off his shirt.
"Hey, babe," he said and slid into the water in front of Haine, leaning against him, still obviously not awake.
"Badou?"
"Mm?"
"Thanks."
"Hm?"
Haine just shook his head, not really sure himself what it was he was thanking Badou for.
74 tool
Bishop watched the way that Haine used Badou change. At first they were friends, in a way (Haine, after getting out of his hellhole, would only let people so close), trying to fit into the world somehow. Then Haine grew even more distant and cold, just using Badou to get the job done. But now, they were two men, trying to fight their way through the world together, avoiding gunfire and shrapnel.
75 death
Take them down rip them to shreds eat them tear them limb from limb. Let me loose- let me take care of them. You just get out of the way.
When Haine took a deep breath and cleared his mind, he wasn't sure how long it had been, and Badou was watching him with a wary green eye.
76 give
Haine pulled Badou onto the couch. Why did they give so much of themselves? They pulled at constricting clothing, biting and kissing and touching. Why did they give so much to their jobs- that endless list of tasks? Badou gasped as Haine bit his neck harder, pressing their bodies together.
Why did they give so much to each other?
77 birdOne day, when Haine came back into the church, Nill was huddled over something. He looked over her shoulder and she peered up at him, beaming.
"A baby bird?" he said, sitting down next to her, hearing peeps. She nodded and uncovered her hand where it sat, huddled up, barely covered in feathers.
"Nill... we don't know where the nest is," he said quietly and her eyes got wider, "We can't..." he sighed, and her eyes watered.
But- he couldn't just tell her to throw it in a corner and let it die. He took a deep breath.
"Let's go find it some blankets, somewhere warm, and some food," he sighed and she looped an arm around him, hugging him tightly with a grin that made her positively glow with joy.
78 fun"Where the fuck are you-" Haine was cut off by Badou's laughter.
"I have no idea where we're going, but we're just going somewhere other than home!" the redhead beamed, lighting up a cigarette as he dragged the albino down the street.
"Fucking moron..." Haine muttered.
"We never go anywhere fun!"
"Who says I like 'fun' places?"
"Oh fucking Jesus Haine, all you do is brood, so we're gonna go have a sexytime," Badou said, and slipped through the hidden entrance of one of the underground's many hidden clubs.
79 honorWhere had honor gone?
Honor fled the broken streets, leaving everyone to fend for themselves, to do the best they could.
80 permission
"Hey, Badou," Haine said as he shot one of the motherfuckers shooting at them. There were already a few bulletholes in his chest and shoulders.
"What, asshole?" the redhead yelped as he rolled out of the way of some bastard with a knife.
"Can I kiss you?"
"What the fuck?" his good eye went wide as (guns still shooting) the white haired man kissed him.
It wasn't 'the whole world froze and nothing but them seemed to matter anymore' kind of really sappy shit, no. It was just them in their own fucked up little world for all of three seconds before Haine wrapped the chain between his guns around someone and throttled them while shooting a few others, and Badou was mowing down morons again. In short: as if nothing had happened at all.
A/N: Holy shit guys, it's been a while. XD I'm actually posting this while at school, which is kinda funny. I'm really bored. My computer's down at the moment, so I haven't really been able to post these, which has pissed me off. I'm actually finished with all the prompts now (YAAAAAAAY OMG) and so they shall (hopefully) be making their way up again. My computer, however, got some crazy-ass virus, so now, I have to do this from school, which cracks me up. So... instead of working on my essay, this sounded like a lot more fun. Hope you liked these as well as the others, and thanks for reading! ;D Well Pickles, over and out.