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[RPF German rap / Tokio Hotel] Revenge! Drabble [PG 13]

The idea to summarize issues that colossus of infinite ghettodrama that I had come thousands of years ago, but I never found the right excuse to do so. The COW-T maridichallenge and fiumidiparole gave it to me. What you will find below are four drabble that cover almost the entire plot of EKR and if followed only episodes of vengeance, and in doing so they also bring home points for the team of vampire . If you do not know what I'm talking about, never mind. Both are also fully autonomous alone xD

Title: The name
Genre: Introspective , Angst, Drama
Wordcount: 100
Rating: PG 13 Pairing
: (elements of) Bill / Bushido
Alerts:
slash Summary: "The murder of Bushido "

The shot was deafening, but never caught his breath as his cousin and the bullet pierced the front of the window of ' Bill's apartment. The sound of that pain Saad heard him in the head, just as painful and strong as an explosion. Not wanted to do it, he had to. The importance of the name was critical. It was so easy to destroy, in spite of what you spend to build, you could not afford to use it to defend a love that was undermining the foundations. He had avenged the label name, not killed Bushido. He clung to that difference will not fall, and the gun ended up in the channel.

Title: The past
Genre: Introspective , Angst, Drama
Wordcount: 100
Rating: PG 13 Pairing
: Fler / Chakuza
Alerts: slash, with non-
Summary: "The relationship between decomposed and Chakuza Fler "

Fler already knew how it would end as he fell on all fours on the carpet and Chakuza loose the belt. To make really bad was the pain, but the repetition of things past that now rendered him helpless. Or maybe it was from him that he wanted Chakuza satisfaction that the Bill's widow denied. Yet he did not think of revenge, because the "thing" between them would disappear. Was understood, perhaps tamed, it certainly grew. He wondered if this could tie them, if Chakuza go to be tied, and to understand it, the next day was already on the door - I do not get in? -

Title: The truth
Genre: Introspective, Drama
Wordcount: 100
Rating: PG 13 Pairing
: -
Alerts: -
Summary: "The end of Saad. "

The truth in the eyes of Saad had never been there really was a lie. Chakuza he realized as he watched them fade away in that dark alley where he had been pulled because Bill would shoot him, doing justice. It was immediately clear that Bushido was vindicated. Chakuza was certain that the issue will be decided on the night of his death, as if this was implicit in the dead body. Fler tried everywhere, convinced that it was him, and he tried Chakuza, to convince him of his innocence. Chakuza had believed him because in the eyes of Fler truth, however, there was.

Title: The Return
Genre: Introspective , Angst
Wordcount: 100
Rating: PG 13 Pairing
: Bill / Bushido, Bill / Chakuza
Alerts:
slash Summary: "The resurrection at the wrong time. "

Chakuza Fler look for him when he gets angry and walks away. He wants to sink his fingers inside her and, download the anger out on him, like Bill can never do because his body did not stand up. He wants to fuck with Fler. No, I would like to make love for the sake of Fler not do it that Bill is back in the arms of Bushido, died and rose again in America. He would like to remind everyone that Bill is his stuff now. He wants to be remembered above all Bill. But sigh, and does nothing. You're right but lose to stress on the body of Fler.

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[RPF German rap / Tokio Hotel] Lockout [PG 15]

Title: Lockout
Wordcount: 4812
Author: Tabata
reader and Pre-Beta: lisachanoando and fedykaulitz
Rating: PG 15
Characters: Bill, David, Tom, Georg, Jorg, Bushido
Pairing: -
Genre: Fantasy, Comedy
Alerts: slash, language, AU, spin-off
Notes: This story is a spin-off of Reign Over Me and lies just before the beginning of the same, to end where the story begins. I particularly enjoyed writing it because I needed something funny in which to pour my usual nonsense, and then love to keep David in times of hysteria. Join the COW-T maridichallenge and fiumidiparole , taking home a bit 'of points for the Team Vampire (prompt: Imprisonment).
Summary: "Because of a small insubordination, Jorg King II decides to punish the boys and girls of the harem confined to their rooms for an indefinite period. Bill, made unbearable boredom, looking all the way out. Until one day, arriving at the palace special guests. "

LOCKOUT

The walls were covered with colorful cloths, a creative leap from the girls who were starting to get bored harem closed for more than a week, without the possibility of taking even a breath of fresh air. From the small square windows, the walls built in the tuff by the skilled hands of artisans, not seen a glimpse of the pale blue sky.
After the first day, the inevitable tension of being locked up so little space in all of them had begun to be felt, and now the mere sight of one another within a radius of four meters began to feel sick, but despite repeated requests forgiveness and the call of the same charge, which is now struggling to hold off the tantrums and the general sense of desire, the king did not want to cancel the collective punishment and, from what we reported the guards of the throne room, it was still so angry that such a possibility did not seem plausible even in a million years.
It happened very often that a rule violation or an impertinence, a degili slaves were punished. It was also happened that they were confined to their rooms for small groups, but it was the first time ever that King Jorg II decided that all his courtiers forty, nearly all of which consisted of his children, were trapped in their neighborhoods the prohibition of mandatory leave until further notice. Had prevented them even the small cloister of the castle, filled with palm trees and flowers, which was was constructed so that they could be seen outside without recreation. Slaves carried the food from the kitchen three times a day and a guard was escorting from their homes to those who seek their services, well-being careful that they could not distract in any way along the route.
A drastic measure was the natural consequence of half the disaster that had touched a diplomatic incident, threatening to drag the kingdom into trouble far more serious than that paid at the time, which already was not rosy because of the drought, famine and poverty inherited by his son, grandfather to father to go back in time until, probably, the dawn of their civilization.
The grave that had turned their beautiful rooms in a prison from which, it seemed, would never come out, had happened a week to ten days earlier during a rare visit of the Sultan of Zuwarah. Re Jorg II was at loggerheads with the sultan for a history of agreements are not respected and hoped to woo with the pleasures of his harem. The result of decades of research conducted on his person had determined that there was nothing in the world to calm everyone down especially as the company of a woman or a man, as appropriate. And if there was one thing that his kingdom could boast was the best selection of prostitutes in the country whole. The thought his heart was filled with pride. I was just visiting the harem, showing the organization and the beauty of his guest, when, taking one of the corridors, he found it full of people who urged two young men intent on beating wildly. The crowd of men and women shouted and swore, acted decomposed. Those who until a few hours before had been perfect examples of escorts and escort class, trained for years to please and stand in the way most appropriate to their role, especially in their ranks - they were still children of the king as illegitimate - had become rowdy monkeys who place bets, whistled who fell to the ground. The situation in itself embarrassing, had become irrecoverable launched when an earthenware pot with no caution had almost hit the Sultan of Zuwarah face. The man, not exactly in shape, had moved away in time but not fast enough and hit the pitcher's ear. It was not even out the blood, but the insult was that he was gone fuorioso, threatening war and invoking curses on all kinds of Jorg, on his kingdom and also on those two skeletal cows that remained open to grazing . Re
Jorg II had the most ferocious rage that had ever been seen in the castle. He sent the guards to quell the riot - Unleashed, it was discovered later, a woman - giving orders that violence was used, if necessary, and had threatened them with beatings, sales, end in divorce, and death, before deciding to an even more cruel imprisonment for an indefinite period alone with each other. Many people were declared innocent, and some even missing work when the accident happened, but he did not want to listen to reason. The country was virtually on the brink of collapse and they could not find anything better to do than make a spectacle in front of his guests.
Thus the immense doors leading harem were barred and we salute the incredible number privileges that the courtiers had to face than any other servant.
Bill, in all this was extremely unfortunate. He was one of those who, at the time of the brawl, it was found elsewhere in the bed of some kind of diplomat he had struggled to figure out the name. When he was back in the room, with the desire to take a bath two hours long, slip into bed and sleep at least until three days later, he found the districts monitored and an atmosphere of high treason.
A guard had let him summarily and David, the head of the harem, had hastened to meet him agitated and explain your situation.
David was himself a courtier, one of the few who came from outside, bought the king of a neighboring kingdom that he had had to separate to repay a debt. Jorg had an affair with him, at the time, because David was not only well trained but had an extraordinary organizational skills that led him to make the harem efficient service structure that was now almost a stand-alone device based at the castle, which belonged to the king only because his property. The beginning of what had been only a handful of more or less clean rooms where the soldiers and guests could enjoy the favors of young people compliant, David had apartments equipped with private bathrooms and a bodyguard in charge of security boys and girls, at least as long as they were in the harem, of what was happening in the private rooms of the guests, unfortunately, could not deal with. The unwritten rule of hospitality that were not required nor should be his business.
With the nice words and the excuse of hygiene and decoration, was also able to remove all practical acts harem, so those that remain private quarters where children could relax. After so much effort was natural that, once stopped working for reasons of age, he would end up occupying a prominent position as the manager, that not only the rightful because he had invented him, but in essence he had always played, even if only unofficially. He was very good in the new work, with the exception of a mild form of hysteria that led him to announce the end of the world at the slightest sign of the horizon problem.
He did exactly that when Bill, viziatissimo jewel of the harem, had returned to discover the new directives of the father. The meeting had been screaming at the disgrace and ruin all'irrimediabile, waving his arms above his head and moaning as the tragic heroine of one of the theater works he loved so much.
"What happened? Why are boys out there are on a war footing? "He asked Bill, without worrying the apparent agitation of the other. He had requested a bathroom and took off the bracelets and fruit.
"Catastrophe! The drama! The inevitable end! "Exclaimed David, fervor. "We will never see the light of day more!"
"Indeed," Bill had commented as they walked together toward the bathrooms and in the meantime, unhooked the clasps of her tunic lasciandosela slip off while walking.
"There was a brawl, an unfortunate accident, and your father until I was ordered everyone in here for punishment."
"How?" He had informed the boy, plunging into the hot water of the underground tank and releasing a satisfied sigh. It was amazing how you could lie flat on your back tire in order to satisfy the cravings of a boring old unimaginative, believed to be a genius just because he wanted to look at innovation in the face while doing so.
"And who knows?" David slumped on a couch, stretching his legs in a position to settle old matron agony. "Your father is furious! He does not feel right! "
" Tomorrow I'll talk. "
The day after Bill was armed with good intentions and strong that he knew of the ascendancy of the king to have a good relationship between him and his mother, one of his favorite slave, had requested the hearing and was made to accompany the throne room, subject to be returned straight back with a scream from the man who had gone berserk when he saw the hem of his robe courtier.
Bill we had rejected two more times without success, until he was resigned to the evidence that, despite its clear extraneous to the facts, he would not have done any of the favoritism that they usually get.
Ten days away from quell'inconcepibile injustice against him, if he was lying limply on the cushions of the room and looked at the ceiling by aiming to pass the time hypnotizing with points of light that formed when the sun came in through the window. So far he had not succeeded. Li
gazing intently until he crossed eyes and the white spot is not printed on the back of his eyelids, but no one came to save the state of lethargy. At the beginning of that prison, they all wanted to continue with daily activities, pretending nothing had happened. They were convinced that, industry exhibitions, Jorg king would loose the rope, but he had never seen and did not send anyone to control - even David had never been called to report - so after a while 'normal activities had become heavy without the consolation of being able to get out of those four walls. She woke up, prepare, perform their tasks in the time required or where they were going, but then nothing. Endless hours to look into the eyes in the hope that someone would come to a brilliant idea. Nobody ever had, of course. Mostly they ate, which led David to complain that if anything, by the grace of God, Jorg had decided to forgive them, they would find so fat that he should sell them to a circus elephant.
"And 'this, the I know! "Bill exclaimed suddenly, bowing his head back and stretching lasciviously among his pillows. "I feel it!"
"It 's this thing?" He asked anyone who found it hard to identify, as it was lying upside down.
"The day that I die of boredom," he said with a groan, pulling up suddenly and enjoying the sensation of vertigo. Better than this absolute immobility. "I know, I can not continue in this state for much longer. Soon my eyes will close, my breath will be weak and my body, tired of immobility which is forced, will collapse under the weight of despair. "
" But what immobility? If you do not do that work? People only want you, "exclaimed a male voice from across the room. Group broke away from a guy with long hair and smooth, his body muscled and oiled so as to give the impression that one of the marble statues of the room he had just come to life. "You are anything but still. How many times have you managed to keep the legs closed today? "
In response, Bill looked him straight in the eye and opened her legs with impertinence. "Fuck you George, you're just jealous."
Georg laughed. "You wish."
"The truth is that none of the men you want, but few women running around here," Bill continued, returning to sit in with a elegant movement and a little annoyed snort. "Your uselessness is obvious enough, even without you anoint as a roast in the sun to shine."
"Look here'..."
David entered the room from a couple quick hands times. "Just well, you two. There I taught as urlarvi greengrocer at the market, "he said sternly. "George, you returned to training. Those handles that you should be fine if you were a suitcase. Bill, you come with me. "
Bill stood up with a good chuckle of derision and smoothed the tunic.
"Why do I have to train him and instead he goes for a ride? We were not confined in here? "George protested, putting her hands in chalk bag to pull up the weights.
"Do you prefer to take care of you decrepit treasurer who is waiting upstairs?"
Georg turned white, and it was a large undertaking under ten years of tanning. David was a great supporter of golden skin. Send a substantial amount of his proteges to be sunbathing all day, but unfortunately could not do it with everyone because the king wished that there was variety, and besides, as he's wrong, gems like Bill had better remain white as the moon.
When they were in the hallway, Bill was already putting on the mock-serious expression and modest by which is usually presented in the other room. "But even that treasure," he asked with a half moan. "I saw him yesterday and still I could not get rid of the feeling. The man has one hundred and twelve years! He does not know that at his age he can not go around and fuck every other day and the other as well? "
David walked beside him with quick steps and hasty, as usual. It seemed that he had never had enough time and move at double speed to compensate. "Do not worry, it's just your brother," she reassured him flipping back and forth the same bunch of scrolls as if looking for a comparison of some sort. "It is presented here with a basket of sweets and a necklace bronze. What's wrong this time together? "
" No, but I do not see at least a week, so I will be forgiven for the absence, "Bill reasoned.
David looked at him and scribbled two illegible signatures at the bottom to the documents. "He apologizes for things that did not bring gifts and budgets. You've trained well, "he said, turning to the left while Bill went straight along the corridor. The boy just smiled.
Tom stood leaning against the door. It was usually used to come and go as he wanted, a little 'because her were family visits and a bit 'because before the recent events, the security system will fire only in the presence of invidui threatening, and he certainly did not fall into the category with its four bones and vaguely female who shared with the twin brother. This time, however, the guard outside had a lot of stories and in the end it took the weight and then close immediately launched into the door was only because David, passing there by chance, had have mercy on him trying to see the interior of the harem every time the door opened.
"Bill!" Close embrace his brother and then he pushed him away off just enough to observe it from head to foot, to make sure that during his absence had not suffered any damage. "How are you?"
"Well," she sighed, taking his arm to take a walk with him. "Apart from the fact that the king has taken to keep canaries in cages and there. I expect to find a mile in the table at any moment. By the way, nothing new about it? There are signs of weakness? "
Tom grinned awkwardly. "Yes and no."
"Meaning?"
"This morning we caught by chance a couple of rebels, and he thought that free you might be a good way to celebrate, "said Tom. "But then the Sultan of Zuwarah said that it expects double the money in half the time and then the king threatened to make any sacrifice to the crocodile god."
Bill rubbed his temples. "Great. Now do not get out again. I will die young and handsome, but no one will notice because of my death I will be closed in here! "
Seventeen years of living together more or less forced Tom had made waterproof the tragedies of his brother. So it received the news of his death by consumption very quiet. "But you can know that what have you done, exactly? The king mutters every kind of accusation, but I doubt that you would come to an agreement plotting a coup. "
Bill shrugged his shoulders. "I have no idea, I was not here. Whatever happened, I was two floors above to make someone very, very happy. "
" Please spare me the details, "Tom immediately put his hands on. He respected the work of his brother but he had cried with a loud voice you want to be a soldier when, twelve years, David had seen him sit so broken that it seems broken and had covertly suggested that perhaps the harem was not a place for him, as it seemed to be for Bill to come in like it belonged there all along. Tom did not get along with the idea of sprinkling of scented oil and slip like an eel from the river bed to bed to bring joy to residents and brighten the long nights of the desert.
"But you tell me when you go to war!" Protested Bill. "I assure you that it is very uplifting to know that someone, somewhere has lost a foot or a hand."
"All right! All right! You're right, "admitted Tom. "But I have some exciting news from the world beyond the bars, you can not say that you are not interested."
Bill Tom gave him a dirty look and smiled triumphantly. He could not remember even once, during their existence, it would not be able to scrub in one way or another.
"Come on, he says," Bill invited him, as he sat on a bench in the hallway.
"Remember when I said that rumors were circulating about a battalion of soldiers who had been sighted in the south and that he had beaten two of the most powerful tribes in the region?"
Bill nodded. The military strategy was one of those topics that can put him to sleep within five minutes but, since most of the guests from those parts was composed of soldiers, David had thought to train him to smile, her eyes discreetly cross and count sheep Finally, jumping fences, the tenessero awake long enough to wait for the wine, spices and sex spread the definitive host. For some strange reason was not exactly hospitable to the slave office room fell asleep snoring before, after or during the course of their duties. For Bill this was perfectly able to hear his brother babbling for hours without battlefields miss a beat and even reaching out to remember some names, sometimes. This story of the tribes defeated if he remembered her well, because it was the big news in recent months. The castle had not spoken on the other for days, even the laundry from the girls. "But nobody had seen this battalion," he said. He remembered that Tom had thought it was a fabricated story. The two tribes were probably destroyed each other and someone had seen fit to embroider, for that matter in those parts you are bored a lot.
"Exactly," nodded his brother excited. "Until now. Two of our spotted a small army in three days' journey from here. They have everything: weapons, horses, caravans. They seem well organized and no one knows anything. You know what this means? Coming from outside. "
" And make for us? "
" Yes, "cried Tom enthusiastically. "Pointed at us."
Bill pulled a shove. "May I ask why are you so happy? They are foreigners, and are organized in a few days will be at home. Should we worry about. "
" If Can we play well, could be the solution for gl El-Fahs. "
" Or they might be the solution to the debt of this castle, "said Bill dry. "Why come and shave him to the ground."
The rest of the tour had passed to chat about this and that. Bill was suffering from the tragic role of the prison and draped over the shoulder of his brother, had asked him to tell him the wonders that were beyond the closed doors that could not cross, forgetting to mention that in fact the crossed on average twice a day. Tom was quite satisfactory in its explanation, although he did not know exactly what you tell in a week since the kingdom had not changed much and had not done so even in the days following. They parted with a hug strappalacarime - from Bill - and embarrassed - by Tom - and the promise to meet again as soon as possible. "Even if they continue to keep me locked in here, you still come see me!" Bill whined.
"barring unforeseen circumstances, I come to see you every other day, Bill," sighed the brother looked up to heaven. Bill ignored
completely that little detail and accompanied him almost on the doorstep, where a guard stepped forward immediately to block the road. He greeted the sister with one hand and then leaned against the door with feigned indifference. "Hello Gustav," he said quietly, blinking eyes.
Gustav had top half of Bill and off twice, and this looked like a side table. He had a frown and only one made its way into the world without saying a word. Bill's greeting he just grunted. Bill was not to be discouraged. He cleared his voice with a little cough and took a few step forward, according to careful not to overcome the insidious imaginary line that separated him from freedom. "I was wondering if I could not get out a bit '. Only ten minutes to get some 'air is so hot in here, "she cried, waving his hand before his face and pushing a bit' tunic. "I am convinced we can reach an agreement."
Bill looked down alluring, promising wonders from beneath her long black lashes. Gustav looked at him completely immobile and did not react even when stretched out a hand to stroke his arm. Bill smiled and became more close. Could get by with a little on that port and then disappear somewhere out harem. He would do literally anything to two hours away from there or from any one room. In the end it was a great freedom to slip out of the cage in the bed of someone. "You should not even ask permission from the sovereign," it urged, strusciandoglisi him without any effect. "I'll shut up, I consider it a personal favor. What do you say? "
Then someone yanked him violently back, pulling the belt of his tunic. "I say that if the offense did not go entirely to waste, ti darei della grandissima zoccola,” commentò David.
Bill lo guardò con un sorriso colpevole. “Oh, sei tu! Facevo soltanto due chiacchiere.”
Il responsabile lo guardò così male che Bill sentì la necessità di unire compostamente i piedi e guardarli con singolare attenzione. “Dal momento che sono in ritardo con un milione di faccende, arrivano voci che il sovrano stia perdendo la brocca e abbiamo perso quindici – e ripeto qundici – tuniche pregiate Dio solo sa dove e soprattutto come visto che nessuno può uscire di qui, fingerò di non averti seen propporre sexual favors to guards to get out of here. "
" I was not, "
" And for heaven's sake do not try to excuse yourself if you do not want to use extreme violence, "David interrupted him with a hysterical grin and detector intoxicating. Pulled three taps on the head, but benevolent leggermanete violent. "Now go get ready, they asked you."
The climate of fear and condemnation to eternal imprisonment lasted for three days and the king seemed so certain in their decision to live murarli, now that even if Bill had made a right. Fought like everyone else just so 'in the window of time to air, it was endless games of chess with her younger sisters and he and George were fighting furiously whenever they could in the hope that the fury of their respective incazzature leads them to blow off steam on a mattress, but still had not succeeded. One afternoon there was very close, but waking up in a kiss and the other is being looked at were very embarrassing. They had escaped a one side and the other one and had no word whether the incident.
Just when the entire colony of courtiers had resigned to live and die in captivity, the news spread that foreign visitors had arrived at the castle. Bill sought immediately to talk to his brother, he sent messages by complacent guards - Gustav and then not - and tried to speak in the afternoon when he went out to work and tried to be let out of a window when she saw him pass through the courtyard, but David noticed it and told him he could choose to speak with his brother crashed head on the pavement, or might be in the room. And he had to choose the latter for reasons of force majeure.
At the end there was no need to question why Tom, towards evening, the king had made it clear that what is grim at the palace was a general of the enemy came from the south, a guest of honor that he deserved the best care. Jorg wanted one of them had served in the banquet room during dinner. If - and the king had put much emphasis on that conditional - have proved satisfactory enough to offset the catastrophic damage done before he would consider the possibility of their return all the privileges, but they had to do a damn good job.
When David had finished reporting, all eyes were moved simultaneously on Bill, which, far from being in awe, took the matter on his thin shoulders and he had made a point of honor. No general foreigner could come between him and the freedom to do what he thought, would show the man what was done to the hospitality of the Kingdom of Jorg and would lead his brothers out of quell'harem once and for all. Figuratively, of course.
Found that Bill would save the entire population of those four rooms, David had gone insane to choose, prepare and make sure they were all those perfect to the last detail. Just before dinner I was fifteen in the hallway and lined up ready for inspection. He was fussy, petulant and cried several times only to be surrounded by incompetent, but then eventually passed them all and sent them into the banqueting hall, where the slaves were unit the two long tables.
Down the hall there were curtains and cushions on which it is arranged in an artistic manner, so as to catch the eye but not to be too intrusive. Bill settled a half-red tunic and a long necklace that hung down to his navel, and then it settled on the cushions while the doors of the hall opened.
His father later became the interpreter and four foreigners in armor. Three of them looked very tired, but fairly quiet. Is pointed and smiled at each other that attracted their attention in the room. The first one, next to his father, was rather serious. She looked angry and intent, olive skin and two eyes that looked very deep blacks and record everything on which it rested. Bill made an exception to the rule, and instead of keeping his head down, he followed the movements of man and watched him carefully as he was taking place at the table. Jorg was addressed only to him, so it was certainly the general. The others were to be his chosen men, or perhaps the personal guard. General
always turned to the interpreter before you speak and then he turned toward Jorg, politely, to observe the reactions as the words were reported. Sometimes he smiled. Bill thought he had a beautiful smile.
the end of dinner, Jorg king offered its guests the company of one or more of his courtiers, and when the general laid eyes on them, Bill made sure that crosses his eyes and they would not be willing to look elsewhere. The man stared at him long enough for the Jorg consider his choice, and propose it to him along with one of the girls. Bill knew he was better, I knew from the way in which the general swallowed looking at it, so was not surprised when he chose.
went around the table with measured steps and stood beside his chair compound, waiting for orders. Despite the armor, had a good flavor and was young. It would have been more pleasant than many other times.
The man stood up and motioned to follow him in the rooms that the king had made available.
Among the pillows there was a collective sigh of relief: the situation in hand, Bill was virtually resolved. Moreover, as George would say, if there was one thing Bill could do was just use my hands.

Illuminating Life Quotes

[Original] All the arms we need are for hugging [R]

Title: All the arms we need are for hugging
Wordcount: 7091
Author: Tabata
reader and Pre-Beta: lisachanoando (and also for the first half) fedykaulitz
Rating: R
Characters: Iatho, Noah, Lord Zenir, Garkos, vampires, angels, wizards and knights
Pairing: Iatho / Noah
Genre : Introspective, Romance, Drama, War, Fantasy
Alerts: slash, violence, angst.
Notes: This story is clearly inspired by the environment in which it is doing COW-T maridichallenge and fiumidiparole , and refers to the first week of play, during which the Seer (who is quoted here, but it's not my character) has shown to representatives of four factions that the only way to determine who commands is beat the living daylights.
Of course this is my free interpretation of the matter, I do not know whether the three directors had in mind a world like this, I've only fantasized about it for fun and to prune points for the home team Vampire (prompt: War).
Iatho and Noah were born while I was talking with lisachanoando , although at the time were different, nameless more round and less epic for sure, but we know that the ways of writing are endless, and then, as usual, they did what they wanted.
Summary: "After that the Seer has revealed that there can be no peace between the four nations, a vampire has to defend his own feelings as well as the lives of his fellow men."


All the arms we need are for hugging

In the flickering light of candles, the room seemed to move.
Iatho watched the shadows to open and close on the walls like the breath of some huge beast that had swallowed them and in whose entrails had been reduced to living to escape the light of day.
Beyond the window, the subsoil and ash stretched off for miles, the horizon lit only by a light milky and opaque, pale reflection of the glory of the sunset was happening on the surface. He tried to imagine that the sun dipped behind the mountains to be engulfed by darkness that they would hide until dawn, but did not know how accurate were his fantasies.
"is not poetic?" He said, without turning. "For half the day we are custodians of a star that we are not allowed to see. "
" Why do we kill it, "said the brisk figure behind her, motionless in the doorway.
Iatho just smiled. He turned to look at his guest and then returned to looking out the window. "Not you, Garkos. His light. "
" In my eyes there is not much difference, "said the other, dismissing the speech before it became one of the usual endless discussions that, in most of every opportunity, they risked to kill boredom. Took a few steps forward into the room and stood behind him. "Lord Zenir is back. Why were not you meeting? "
" Because I had no reason, "said Iatho, bending his head to strike impertinent a look that betrayed his age much more the appearance still tragically human. They subsequently took us at least another two centuries before the paint completely abandon the cheeks and lips, and eyes lose that spark of life that, like a star, long dead, still continued to shine unaware of their state. The tough life that persisted even after death. For many was a tragic but romantic aspect in which to soak up the image that satisfy the world of vampires had to Garkos was only a nuisance, and the main reason why only a few of the youngest survived long enough to gain experience.
"Lord Zenir visited the Seer and reported news of the utmost importance," he insisted patiently.
Iatho sighed, bowing his head. "It's not hard to imagine," he said.
"Iatho-"
"Garkos," made him the verse, wearily. They looked for a long moment and then Iatho dropped his shoulders and sat on the back of the window, as if suddenly he had no desire to maintain that attitude. "Next, say it."
"The Seer says that we fight."
Iatho shook her head down. "Moreover, the war has brought us to victory. Why not continue? "
Garkos ignored that comment ironic, attributing it to his young age and also healthy dose of audacity which had always possessed. I just hope that sooner or later overflows inappropriately against those who would not accepted. "Zenir Lord wants you in his guard," he points out, so it was clear what was expected of him.
Iatho nodded. "I'll be there, do not worry."
had with Lord Zenir a debt dating back to its creation, and felt a respect for him - if you really could not talk about love - which drove him to do his bidding although not always shared goals. At first it was exciting fight, in life had been a knight, or at least was going to be before they bite, the battle had been all his life. But now, with over two hundred years behind that had never expected to live, the idea of a war not so much the more exalted. He was tired. He fought, of course, because the Lord Zenir wanted, but did not see the utility and would not forget to tell him as soon as they had seen.
Garkos nodded, satisfied. "Your contribution will be essential ..."
"Yes, I know," snapped Iatho. "As always." He looked up at the sky and shook the head, sliding down from the window to return bored. The other vampire
darkened. "We will start tomorrow at sundown," he said gruffly, but there was something in the sadness of Iatho which prevented him to stay angry with him for too long. The put a hand on his shoulder in a kind gesture. "You better rest, you will need to be strong."
Iatho nodded and looked on the last glimmer of sunset that makes the light slightly whiter. The darkness outside was almost complete.

*

In the angelic realm, the night was not really dark, but dotted with small stars and the moon was always full, a huge and powerful disc, that enveloped everything in its milky light and reassuring. Yet she also had its shadow, and they were deeper, darker and frightening than the day. Looking at them it seemed that, to let go in them, in the dark could also disappear for ever.
Noah he was scared and intrigued all. The quiet stillness of the night drew him like a magnet, but never walked in the shadows, made him shudder. His steps were following the trail of stars that had over his head, like that of candle flames made him feel less alone as he crossed the forest of race on the border.
The perimeter was patrolled by the army under the command of Hashmallim, the Dominions, and no one was allowed to pass through the doors after dark angels, but Iatho taught him how to use the dead time of the passage of the guards to move undisturbed.
Noah knew that something was wrong and that he should not do it, but was also aware that Iatho had taught him many other things that violate rules, and therefore argued that it is regret for the little things it was no use if it then was the worst, and for those unable to repent. It was a bad angel, he knew that too.
reached the end of the woods, and then looked around to make sure that there was no one. When he was sure that the guard who had just turned the corner continued on his way, opened his wings and slammed a few times to shake the torpor before soar and surpass the high jump with a wall. The slowly closed as soon put his feet on the grass on the other side, and looked around apprehensively.
Outside the kingdom, was always nervous. Everything seemed more hostile without the light of God
"Looking for someone?"
winced, spun around but did not have time to see who had spoken so the wings were closed immediately around his body, protect it. The air was suddenly saturated with negative energy, it was like being bombarded by so many small electric shocks, can overcome the barrier of his wings and get under the skin. From behind the screen of his feathers felt amused but polite laughter, and then a light caress him ruffled. "Noah, I am," said the voice. "Open."
Noah opened its wings very slowly and then carefully folded behind his back before finally raising her blue eyes on the person before him. Her tight blond curls swung as springs. "Hello, Iatho."
The vampire performed in half wry smile, trying not to laugh. "Hello to you," he said.
Noah continued to feel his energy on the skin, and it was just as attracted to and frightened by the night. He wanted to reach out and touch it, but instinct kept him away, so did not move. A Noah seemed to stand still for a long time. He felt the muscles tense and my legs were shaking for almost want to take a step left in half and prevented by the certainty that the force had called him dangerous. Follow your heart was a complicated issue when the instinct and logic told you the exact opposite, and seemed to improve with time. At each meeting, if only for looks, was always the same history.
Iatho still smiling. Informed by a quiver imperceptibly louder than the others, opened their arms to welcome him at the exact when Noah gave him and threw him, hiding his face in his chest. "I never thought that tonight would not come," he said in a moan.
Iatho ran his fingers through his blond curls, laying a kiss on top of the head. "Why should not I?" Churches.
"Because we are at war!" Said Noah, moving away, but without going too far. She wrapped her fingers around the straps of his white shirt.
Iatho felt it tremble, for vehemence or did not know whether to fear, but knowing it was more likely the latter. For it was inconceivable that perfect creatures like the angels who had the opportunity and honor to watch the face of God, should live in a constant state of panic. Led him to believe that Heaven is not so different from the wilderness in which he lived, where it was easy to make mistakes and having to pay the consequences. And that was profoundly wrong. More than one certainty - that there was infinite love in heaven - that is crumbling.
"Technically," she said taking his hand and sitting with him in the grass. "We're still at war. Not until tomorrow night, at least. "
Noah looked down with a small groan. Settled on the white tunic and trousers clung more beside Iatho. It was cold away from home. "Fighting?"
Noah had the smell and warmth of living things, but it was not at all like humans. Everything about him was more intense and lively. His heart was beating at a rate completely different and his blood was more dense, flowing slowly. Iatho could follow with your fingers the path under the skin, while absent-mindedly stroked her neck. "I do not have much choice," he said.
"This time I will be there, 'said Noah.
The vampire leaned over him, surprised. "What?" Churches upset. "What are you doing here?"
angelic hierarchies were very stiff, and the tip of the pyramid to the base of the tasks were determined with extreme precision. Noah had never fought, he was a guardian angel - or at least Iatho believed - and not for him to take the field.
"The situation is desperate, "the angel said, shrugging his shoulders without finding the strength to turn towards him. "The seer says there is no other solution than war, and you outnumber us for centuries now."
That's because an angel was very difficult to destroy but to create it as it was, so did not lose many elements, but if it happened, it was impossible to replace them for decades.
"You're not a warrior," he said, shaking his head.
Noah laughed, filling the air with a sound that should have been precluded Iatho. "No, not at all," sat on his back, turning her face towards him. "But it's like you said: I do not have much choice."
"You ..."
"refuse? I am not allowed. "
" Escape, "Iatho ran the shot. "Not everyone will fight and certainly will not have trouble finding someone who can hide. You're an angel, at least this should serve you something. "
gaze with which Noah looked at was full of tenderness. "You would?" Churches. "Would you leave your brothers in trouble?" When he was human
and little more than a boy, the village of Iatho had been attacked by vampires. The inhabitants had sought refuge in the church, not realizing that its walls could do little for them. He had seen them attack, had not yet come, he could escape, but the inside was its people, and so remained. He had stayed to fight until the vampire had not overwhelmed. Some time later, when everything he knew about himself had stopped counting in order to leave room for his vampire nature, had done the same thing. He always stopped to death that someone might hurt their fellow men, whatever. Its values were always the same, it was changed the perspective from which only looked at the situation. "No," he admitted. "I would never do."
"Then you know what I feel," Noah concluded, his voice gentle.
"You could die," he said, glum.
"I or another, it makes no difference," Noah sighed. "We all have the same opportunities."
Iatho snorted. "Except the ones with the flaming sword who have more," he said sarcastically. "You should not fight."
"Why not me? What have I in me than my brothers? "Noah smiled. "I have no right to be saved in spite of all the others."
"The others do not care," he murmured Iatho.
"And me?" Asked the angel, extending a hand to stroke his cheek.
Iatho surrendered to the caress, the warmth he tried with his lips and kissed the palm of his hand, hesitating on the tender flesh of the wrist. "Of you I care, however," inspired deeply.
feel the blood pulsing against her lips, just below the surface, and I leaned over the open mouth, making a bid and touching it with sharp fangs.
"Foul plan," Noah whispered softly, when he sought his permission, the vampire with dark eyes and heavy breathing. The angel closed her eyes while Iatho sank his teeth into his wrist. The two bites the torn snort a surprise that turned into a groan of pleasure when the other began to drink.
The pain of the bite immediately slipped out of his body along with blood and there remained nothing but the desire hot and strong that he took him in the stomach and between her legs where it would not have, which made him shake his fingers convulsively around the fabric of his shirt against tirarselo as possible. Gave up on him while he is Iatho pressed his arm with both hands, looked pale vampire's neck and rubbed it against his nose, cheek and mouth. Moaned something unintelligible, and hid her face against his chest, calling him by name.
Iatho potergli stopped before hurting and Noah sat up awkwardly, his claws clasped the shoulders and neck, covering his mouth with his own research some kind of satisfaction, as inadequate. Covered him with kisses hysterical taste his own blood, as long as that heat could not leave him a bit 'at a time until completely esting.
Iatho helped him return to sit in the grass beside him. "Everything okay?" Churches watching closely. With the eyes of blacks and the shiny new head cocked to one side looked like a bird of prey.
Noah nodded, shaking her curls. "My heart beats fast," he said.
"My beats," Iatho shrugged.
"I feel it." Noah smiled, supporting an open hand on his chest. It was an almost imperceptible sound, but now there. It would have been nice to not be the only one to consider it a minor miracle.
In theory, every step taken towards Iatho was wrong, but what ensued was always pleasant. Noah had learned to live with the contradiction, but still did not understand it.
Somewhere, a clock announced five in the morning. Iatho looked at the strip of light colored horizon. "I gotta go."
He got to his feet and then held out his hand to help him do the same. Noah wiped by the blades of grass and pulled her sleeves well because of his tunic covered their signs.
Iatho pressed him on long, smelling her perfume. Then he untied the blue belt he held in his life and took it with him. "Tomorrow, look for me on the battlefield," ordered him staring straight into my eyes and when he turned his eyes away, shook it firmly. "Noah, do you understand? Look for me. There I tied to the wrist. "
The angel smiled. "He's going as it should go," he said.
"Noah!"
"Good luck," and wished him with one last kiss before pushing away from you. "Go now, the sun is rising."
Iatho looked at the horizon was becoming clearer, and looked at Noah who smiled, knowing that he had no intention of seeking the next day. He clenched his fists and then had to run away before the dawn plucked him away from the underground.
would go as it was right that he went, as long as he wanted it.




* If the dawn drained them of all power, the sunset gave it back, as if to live at night after the death were to deliver that breath of life in pledge a day, at bedtime.
Iatho troops watched over the plain vampiric stand in absolute silence. None of them was wearing a real armor - that they would be hindered in their movements, making it useless for other angels with arrows that pierce anything - but only a sort of rugged armor covering his chest to avoid the direct hits of blade to the heart, which would put an end to their lives almost instantly.
Iatho was tying his own, when Garkos already approached him on a war footing, he would not be surprised to discover that he awoke before the others, allowing the sun, and he was ready for hours. "Health Iatho," he said stiffly, and then sigh, raising his eyes to heaven and help to bind the shell well.
"I could do it alone," protested the younger vampire.
"Sure, and get yourself killed," said Garkos, pulling the straps and doing it forcefully jump. "The armor must be connected in such a way as to fit and move with it. If you leave a space, will use it by impalement. "
Iatho did not answer but ended up clinging to the table before him, happy to not have to breathe. He watched the red band sunset on the horizon, the sun had not fallen at all. It lacked half an hour, maybe more. He had no wish to fight. He had had during past wars, he did not now that this is infinite perspective. At one time they fought, pending a solution. Now that the Seer had revealed that there were not, everyone would have stopped looking and would merely have to fight to exterminate each other. The problem was that he did not believe that this would never happen. Year after year, humans continue to be born and to be trained to become knights or mages, and most of them was turned into a vampire. As angels, they could lose but died soon, and so there would always be.
"Zenir Lord wants to see you before the battle," he announced Garkos, interrupting his thoughts and made up deferring to his side, his hands behind his back.
Iatho who tested the straps of the armor, then tied her hair in a long black tail. "I will go to him immediately," he said. He was about to leave when he realized that would not have had time to talk again with Garkos before the attack. So he shook her shoulder and nodded his head. "Bring home the heart," wished him.
"Bring home the heart too," said the eldest.
Zenir Lord was still in his room because he had to cross Iatho half of the camp to join his tent and be greeted by growling unfriendly guard of two soldiers who controlled the entry and who obviously had not been warned that now he was one of them.
instinctively bared fangs and began to growl as well. One of the guards stepped forward in his direction, flexing your fingers ready to jump in my throat, if necessary.
Zenir Lord was evidently attracted by the low noise and constant coming from their throats, because it appeared pushing the edges of the tent. "What's happening here?" Churches, wading all three. The two guards and you Iatho ricomposero.
"Sir, the boy would have disturbed you."
"Let them go," he ordered gruffly. "From now on, he is part of the guard."
The two behemoths stepped aside and Iatho passed among them with his eyes darker than when he arrived. When he entered, Lord Zenir was sitting behind his desk. "Forgive Iatho," she apologized. "I am a bit ' too apprehensive. "
" They do their job, "he said, looking around. The tent was big enough, but completely bare apart from the table and two chairs. Lord Zenir had not stayed there, he thought Iatho no particular reason. Even the earth was moved. "And I'll do that too, apparently. Why do I want in a watch? "
The head vampire sighed thoughtfully. "I want you on my side," he said finally.
"You want to keep an eye on," she corrected with Iatho half wry smile.
"I want you do not happen at all, "says Zenir.
Iatho looked up to heaven. "This is not my first battle, nor the first war. I will manage it. "
" What we expect is unlike anything we've ever faced before, Iatho, "insisted Lord Zenir conciliatory tone. "This is not a war but a massacre. The angels will be more aggressive. "
" And so do we. "
Zenir closed his eyes for a moment. "Iatho, please, do not have to prove anything to anyone. "
The vampire let out a disappointed growl. "I do not need anybody's help" he said, firmly. "And especially not yours."
Zenir Lord did not take, even gave him a friendly smile and slightly softened. "I did not understand why you persist in refusing my patronage," he said incredulously. "You would not be neither the first nor the last to have the protection of a vampire older than you."
"It's not the security problem" said badly Iatho, crossing his arms to his chest and looking elsewhere.
Zenir Lord looked at him a bit 'of regret. "Far be it from me to diminish your value in the eyes of others," he sighed, lowering his shoulders. "There is no confidence in your abilities that you want in a watch. But neither would trust my life to people incapable. "
Iatho not answered. It is locked in a fierce and stubborn silence, clenching her jaw and staring at a point behind the other vampire.
Zenir Lord remained for minutes waiting for some sign of openness on his part but not arrived, so in the end we gave up. "Have you fed?" Churches.
seems that the rosy cheeks of Iatho so you did more intense. "Yes," he said, his eyes still fixed on that tiny speck on the fabric of the curtain blowing in the wind.
"When?"
"Yesterday," he said. His thoughts went back to the previous night and the stars in the sky above the city sky. The blood of Noah was the most powerful of human blood, and much stronger. Infusion of the grace of God, bore the miracle, even minimally, so its effects were longer lasting and more concrete. After all, the highest levels had the power of the resurrection and vampires were dead, could not be more simple than that. Iatho would feel powerful and invincible for two more days, without meeting the need to eat again before another five. Although it was almost never hunger to push him to drink from Noah.
"You should eat again before the battle," insisted Lord Zenir. "You have to be strong."
"I am," she reassured him.
Lord Zenir watched him carefully. He noticed the pink skin and eyes alive. Even his lips did not look rough and ingrinzito that usually heralded the thirst but they were full and red and shiny, as if they were wet. His eyes lingered on her wrists and lean on the blue cloth that was tied tightly around one of them. Everything was clear now. The younger vampire
challenged his gaze not withdrawing her hand.
"Iatho ..." murmured Zenir without any anger in his voice, but the same trace of fatigue that he brought with him from the beginning of that discussion. "I thought we had already spoken."
"We did it."
Zenir Lord suddenly struck his fist on the desk. Iatho winced. "Damn! There is a reason why I asked you to stop. "
" Sorry, "he said, swallowing. "You know that I can not do it."
The outburst came as he was ran out, and Lord Zenir returned to lean back in his chair, taking her hands in her lap thoughtfully. "In times like these you'd better not to force people to ask where is your loyalty," he said.
"The My loyalty is with the vampires, "protested Iatho firmly.
Lord Zenir realized that the situation was beginning to slip through his fingers like sand, and had not had the courage to shake hands need Startup. "Try to remember when the sun will fall."
"I do not ever forget," said Iatho.
The leader of the vampires looked down. "This story ended last night," he said authoritatively. Iatho tried to reply, but gave him no time. "Go ', the battle is about to begin."
"orders." Iatho snarled, leaving the room, furious.


*

Iatho dug his nails into the rider's chest, pulled muscles and bones, and pierced his heart still beating and throw it away. The rider had no time to react. His body went limp like a doll, with the bones of the chest exposed and his mouth opened last cry that had not had time to issue. He left the corpse to just throw him a little further to a wizard with his hands that rocked a purple ball of energy, ready to be launched on a group of vampires just later. Had been launched in many spheres such as that over the last few hours. He and his fellows had learned to fear them, because they seemed harmless only rise into the sky, then explode in a light similar to that of the sun, which blinded them and burned their skin, causing them to leak disorganized and exposing them to the blows of the knights, that they were reaping as ears of corn.
The two groups of human beings - wizards and knights - had now formed an alliance to destroy the vampires. There were many, among them, who still had doubts whether to attack or not angels. For many, bad luck, others believed that the wrath of the mad creatures celestial would only cut down on those who deserve it - in other words the odd row between the sinner and the entire human population of the vampires, of course - but began to change his mind now that the ranks of angels, flaming swords made no distinction race. Clearly, the divine punishment extends beyond the common thought.
The angels were a single machine, each framed in seemingly endless rows of elements are all equal. They moved in lock, stick together, they were unapproachable. A knight
oversized, with a helmet-shaped head of a lion pounced on Iatho with all its weight. The vampire swerved to the side and bites neck, sinking the canines. The man's body landed with a thud, with him on his back. He tore the jugular after spitting blood because the flavor does not hold him in one place. It was moving in the crush of bodies intent to fight with one goal in mind, and would not stop.
It was fortunate that, in the ground, the sun never calasse not arise. He saw only the reflection faded from the filter surface, rose in the morning, more orange in the afternoon, and it could determine the passage of time. They fought for more than twelve hours, and were not only human beings to be tired. A volte con lo sguardo Iatho cercava Lord Zenir, cercava il capo dei maghi o quello dei cavalieri, e nessuno dei tre voleva cedere e dichiarare una pausa. Era una follia, come se quella battaglia da sola potesse decidere qualcosa.
Sentì la voce potente di Lord Zenir sollevarsi sul clangore delle spade e ordinare di serrare i ranghi. Alzò lo sguardo sul proprio obbiettivo – l'esercito angelico – e ringhiò contrariato, ma obbedì. Garkos attese il suo passaggio prima di chiudere il cerchio intorno a Lord Zenir, che portava sul viso i segni della stanchezza, ma sembrava non darle peso. Garkos invece era stato ferito. Iatho notò la lunga cicatrice che gli apriva the skin from shoulder to shoulder. Now it was closing, but at the time was to him almost severed his head. The burn on his arm, however, would remain.
"It 's all right," asked the old man, spitting on the ground.
Iatho nodded quickly, wiping his face with the back of the hand.
"As long as we keep at bay the magicians," said Zenir, bending over him, "The Knights are not a big problem. We have eliminated hundreds this way. "
" And so they did with us the other side, "Iatho sighed, looking at the devastation that opened before his eyes.
"We are resisting," he remarked Zenir.
Iatho not think it was good news. You could also stand for ever, if you wish, but said nothing. She pretended to control the situation.
"We found the weak point of the angels," said Lord Zenir after a while '. "We can inflict a serious blow if we act now."
Iatho doubted it. Throughout the battle the Angels had been virtually untouchable. The number of the dead was ridiculous compared to them. Iatho the carcasses had checked one by one, stopping to study well the faces and smelling the smell of their blood before they vanish in that of death to be sure of what he saw. Noah was still alive. Noah was somewhere, mixed with the blinding glow of hundreds of other creatures like him.
"Garkos studied the formation angelic," continued Lord Zenir Meanwhile, referring to the angels, not far advanced in their direction. Throughout the battle, and their army of vampires that had not touched a few times as if the two forces, the most powerful in the field, were kept at a safe distance from each other by those of humans. "A frontal attack is unthinkable, because the head of the army is formed by the group of elements more powerful, which ensure and protect the advance. In the middle there are the weakest, according to Garkos it comes to low level of angels, perhaps even soldiers, and the squadron is totally unprotected hips, which means that an attack on the side would allow us to break through the block Compact and divide. "
Iatho listened in silence, watching an occasional group of knights who pounced angelic army, using the cover of spells cast by wizards. The ferocity of the men lasted only a few moments before they fell one after another under the relentless blows of the swords and flaming arrows of the angels who had get up in the face. It was evident that the first rows were impenetrable.
imagine their imminent attack Zenir described him as Lord. It would be divided into two groups and, exploiting the onslaught of magicians who kept his head involved angelic army, he would be attacked on both sides. With the right speed, would have broken the barrier that protects the weak weaker heart. The squadron would be split in two, collapsing at the moment. The strongest features would remain, but with a little 'luck, the confusion of the moment would make them vulnerable and the other two armies have taken the opportunity, playing in their favor. "It might work," he exclaimed.
"will work," agreed Lord Zenir.
Garkos approach and chose that moment to announce that there was no time and it was better to act until the angels were busy fighting mages. "Well," Lord Zenir nodded. "Take half of the men and head west. I will lead the second group. At my signal, attached. Iatho, you're coming with me. "
Garkos nodded and was gone the next moment, barking orders to his men.

*

Beyond the horizon, dawn crept.
The light had grown pink and dusty, and fatigue had a new weight for vampires. It was not hard to bend their backs and to weaken the arms, but the lure of sleep which crept under the eyelids and invited them to return to the warm embrace of the earth. Iatho tried to shake off its torpor. One more effort, he thought. Only one.
lie to the east, along the side of the mountain on which stood the town hall. The angelic army was in front of their eyes, strong and impregnable, apparently immune to the passage of time.
Zenir Lord was watching him with his eyes away, waiting to see the group in position across the Garkos battlefield. Her breath suddenly announced that he had finally resolved to address a topic that had avoided the whole discussion. "Iatho, I know that your loyalty is to us," he said, even if the tone seemed to remind him that he wanted more than to see this. "I hope that your heart is facing the same direction."
Iatho spun around and met her stern look. "Do not worry. My loyalty and my heart are exactly where they belong, "she said.
At the signal, the two squads will angelic army shot down the sides, catching him by surprise. The head, pledged to defend the attack front, he could not turn to counter the advance of the vampires, so the small group of angels who had chosen the task of protecting the weak core of the army he found himself to do it only against a whole bunch of bloodthirsty beasts, ready to do anything to close the issue at least for the day. The first vampire
fell under the blows of the sword, but those behind were ready to take their place and were soon too many to be stopped by a single row of angels.
Iatho he landed before he could launch an attack, shook fragile wings were broken as branches in his hands. Nailed to the ground and finally broke his neck with one bite, going beyond even before the eyes of the creature could turn off completely. Advanced bring down one after another without giving weight to the corpses that are left behind, looking around frantically looking for that one pair of eyes for which he cared something.
If Noah was actually participating in battle, then there must be somewhere among the others. Iatho had no idea what he would do once he had found, but when this did not matter much. The only thing he wanted was to be his view that he was alive and close enough to allow it to remain so. This was an unnecessary detail as to who would have thought then. Let himself be guided by the smell even before the eyes, when the flapping of wings lifted so much land to blind him. He felt the vampires around him sink his fangs and snarling the desperate cry of the angels riecchieggiava from one to another as if they actually came from a single person. It was a sharp cry and wordless, tearful and desperate and Iatho thought that there was something old and animal toghether the pain of vampires when they too fell to the ground to stay.
After a while, 'Iatho lost track of time and space. The battle did not extend for miles and more from thousands of people, but it was there at that time and lasted for the brief moments he needed to break down the enemy before him, and then start over with the next one, and did not idea how much time had passed by who had started the attack, which was started by the collision. From that started the war, perhaps. The first moment and the next was equal to a thousand other moments that there had been, all he saw was blood and feathers and earth, the bodies that fell and those who desperately tried to take flight before a of his brothers jumped and bite them in the throat.
It was for this reason that the arrival of Garkos caught him by surprise. He looked on the first half of the army that was to reach space. Zenir heard giving orders to his shoulders, and realized that there were only vampires around him. The squadron was divided angelic. Noah, no trace.
while it was thought that her scent hit him very strong, mixed with fear and pain. He lifted his head to snap the neck of an angel and looked around. The dust that was passing away, he saw Noah dropped to his knees, his head bent back violently in the jaws of one of his.
"No!" The hoarse and desperate cry that escaped from my throat caught the attention of Lord Zenir that takes a few seconds too many to locate and understand what was happening. When he realized the situation was already too late.
Iatho threw the corpse that he had the hands and ran toward the angel, but when I arrived, there were already over in five. Two had the rash on his neck, and the others were about to break up the wings. Lead the group with a low growl and prolonged, flattened on the ground, ready to pounce at the slightest sign of danger.
One of the five, a vampire tall and strong with a round face and ordinary that the transformation had been able to make even more attractive, bloody fangs bared. Iatho was on him the next second. The weight transfer from the body of Noah and the claws to the face and neck and chest, until the one after a brief struggle and a whimper not stood still. Panting, Iatho turned to face the second he had made while in the other three, now forgetful of prey, watching the fight.
The first shot took him in full and sent it crashing against a rock. He got up quickly, despite the pain in the shoulder, flexed his arms before a leap, and sink the nails in the chest to throw him to the ground. Rolled in the dust a long time, hitting each other, then the Iatho bites to the throat and shook her head violently until he heard the tearing flesh, then threw it away.
ran to Noah that did not move and defended by others who began to walk around like wolves.
"Iatho" Lord Zenir stared in horror, mind around them raged the aftermath of the battle to overthrow the angelic army. Some creatures had tried to take off to launch arrows from above, but with the risk of hitting even friends among the enemies in the middle of the pile, had almost ceased immediately to retreat to the rear. In many had died this time. And many were wounded. The angelic army had suffered heavy blow and, since it was convenient for everyone, or wizards or knights were placed in the middle. With the sunlight filtering through the surface more intensely, the Wizards blew the horn of the truce and to knights echoed moments later.
"What have you done?" Murmured Lord Zenir shocked, looking at the younger vampire with sad eyes. He went over to his protégé, moving away abruptly to the side of the vampires who now stared at the angry scene. Iatho growled once, on the defensive, holding in her arms the angel who was unconscious and bleeding, but alive.
"Get away," he said. His voice sounded guttural and harsh, as if to let her out she had first had to wrest control of the beast, which had seized him. "Nobody should approach. He is mine. "
Lord Zenir watched him go back and look at the angel with eyes dimmed by power, but still tender and worried. There was something deeply wrong in the way if he clutched his chest. Lord Zenir did not know whether it was more out of place that showed the love or the beast that shone from his face. They seemed both wrong, perhaps because they were present in him at the same time.
Garkos joined them at that moment and went to Lord Zenir ear to whisper, looking Iatho he, like everyone else around there. "They play the horns of the truce. We must respond. "
Zenir Lord nodded but said nothing. Iatho continued to stare at the ground and wondering what to expect now. His protégé had killed his fellow wounded and had to save another angel, the law was clear. I expected a death sentence.
Garkos stirred on the spot. The enemy continued to play horns. As serious as any other question had to be postponed to when they would return to the camp. The truce was accepted and confirmed. "Sir?"
"Sounds of the truce," gave way to the end Zenir without looking. "It does prepare the cells, we have a prisoner."
"Only one, sir," asked some of those present. Lord Zenir
A glance was enough in the direction of those who had spoken because they bowed his head, whining. Then he made some progress. Iatho growled again, but he ignored him. He bent down in front of your eyes protected and look for before you speak. "Now we carry on," she said seriously, articulating the words as if it were certain that he would understand.
Iatho shook his head, stepped back, dragging a bit 'lifeless body of Noah.
Zenir Lord stopped him clasping the wrist. "It will be nice and for the time being shall live," she whispered. "It 's the best I can do."
Iatho seemed to assess the potential he had, or complete lack thereof.
Zenir Lord repeated that it was their prisoner. He repeated several times, perhaps because the only other thing I had to tell him he did not like at all, and put off in the hope that never comes, and once managed to drag me away from all this damn field battle, back to camp, perhaps the council would be able to rip a lenient sentence. At the end
Iatho agreed to take him on.
looked after him, the two vampires who were leaving transporting Noah and the horns sounded the truce and the dawn was completed. The field is now desert was bathed in white and lattaginosa, too dim to really be day and already too bright to be night.
Iatho watched the horizon wondering if it would be the last time, then let's tie his hands behind his back and followed the rest of the army camp.



* In the days that followed, the situation was tense.
The Council stood by Lord Zenir without being summoned and he was forced to convene a special meeting to discuss the issue at hand. He had hoped that this was a preliminary discussion, and that there would be time to analyze the pros and cons of what had happened, but the truth Iatho was that he had been sentenced on the field from the eyes of those who had seen the act of killing his companion, and it seemed that there was nothing that could Zenir say or do to convince them to change their minds, because the pressure from the people of the vampires were heavy, and the Council would never risk losing the privilege to save a traitor to his pro-murderess only for the beautiful angelic face Zenir, which had many merits, but clearly not enough to make requests for favors like. Not for a protege who had not proved equal to its tasks. The
condonna was death by exposure to the sun.
The only thing I managed to get Lord Zenir was that the execution was postponed until the end of the war, arguing that it would certainly be easier to extract information with the help of their prisoner Iatho rather than by the torture, and the Council had to agree.
Lord Zenir would have thought after Iatho how to get to do that for the moment he needed time, long time. All the time he could manage to find.
Iatho, for its part, did not speak except to repeat that he wanted to see Noah, who was kept tied up in a tent not far from where he was free from the ropes but does not go where he pleased. Months passed, but the conviction stood. Months passed, and he was asked betrayal of Noah. A
Noah was asked to betray the angels. And when the time came, both did what was right to do.

Cervical Mucus Smells Like Chlorine

[Crime Novel] - A human being is only breath and shadow - [PG]

Title: A human being is only breath and shadow
Wordcount: 669
Author: Tabata
reader and Pre-Beta: lisachanoando
Rating: PG
Characters: Scialoja, (Patrick)
Pairing: Scialoja / Patrick (more him than her).
Genre: Introspective
Warnings: het
Disclaimer: Romanzo Criminale I did not write it. The characters are by Giancarlo De Cataldo. Yes, in fact. More or less.
Note: This story was totally unexpected and was written for the team of vampire the COW-T (prompt: Darkness). Scialoja and Patrick are not among the characters of this series and their Prefers pair is the one that interests me less, but the absolute fail this man was too good to not even write a few lines: 3
Abstract: "For Scialoja, Patrick is like a shadow, mysterious, dark and elusive. "

A human being is only breath and shadow.

Scialoja not sleep by least seventy-two hours. All it does is close your eyes and stand there looking at the back of the eyelids in the hope that something will happen, but nothing happens and sleep eludes him as it seems to escape all of these times.
Her bedroom is dark. He pulled the curtains to see not even the full moon illuminates a city where you're losing pieces a day at a time, but also because he pulled is in the darkness that she has vivid, almost emerging from the shadow gray things when they are plunged into darkness.
Patrick never appears in his dreams. The vibrant woman who sees colors when he falls asleep in that it leads nowhere, it is only a copy of the real one. It 's too noisy, but above all too obvious and clear, whereas Patrick is an unfathomable mystery in struggling to come to terms.
She appears in the dark, when Scialoja opens his eyes tired of waiting and then searches through the shadows, and she is in the shadows, often naked, almost always fun.
appears next to the tent, sees the outline of Scialoja his buttocks emerge slowly while his eyes adjust to the lack of light. Then she turns and looks at him, Scialoja has no idea what goes through my head, the eyes of Patrick are made to cut the outside world to see without being seen, should be asked to Cynthia, but his eyes he does not has ever seen. The Patrick
that appears out of nowhere is not completely clear, just like the real thing. Emerges in the folds of the dark, like one of those figures hidden among thousands of blacks points, which should set them for hours before the eye gets used enough to make sense of the chaos that lies ahead and find the contours. Scialoja no longer has the strength to do anything, so he time to watch the darkness for a long time and that, sooner or later, rewards him by giving him pieces of a woman who has never had and never will be full. Never mind, just observe it. She is sitting there in the feet, arms hanging at your sides, and that crooked smile with which it teases and seduces him.
Stay with her time of a cigarette, and Patrick moves around the room - disappears and reappears as he closes his eyes - sits on the bed and lies down at his feet, holding up his head with his hand, as s 'Imagine my face when she is alone and relax.
not he is ever willing to try to touch it, but the study, almost hopes that fantasy gives him the answers he seeks, even if it is safer to ask the right questions. Maybe Patrick knows what not give a damn, he is concerned about what Patrick wants . I wonder if anyone has ever asked you?
What do you want? Imagine that if the answer is money, wealth, luxury. But not the Dandi. The Dandi
she needs but does not want it. Then Scialoja the illusion of being wanted and not to serve.
He wonders whether it is worthwhile to be a happy kind of sadness. When
out of bed, she looks at him disapprovingly, as if they were accepted to be ignored. The room is increasingly dark - dropped out of the sun - and she is increasingly delineated, always darker, more hidden in plain sight. Not stand it anymore, can not stand as the real woman after he spent some minutes in the same room with her, after he made mock and insult and seduce and touch, even as the first time they met . Before he even touches the shadow, the light and the light will fade.
fingers but do not respond. They rely only sull'interuttore, but not pressed. And she wins again.

Is A Heating Pad Good For A Cat

99
Dylan and Björn - Over the distance

Dylan had not planned to stay with Chris.
He had made history when Alan had arranged the blankets on the couch and tried to soften when no one had turned off the lights.
There was need for solitude - will to darkness and silence. Fatigue, perhaps shame. Perhaps shame.
But if he opened his eyes still see the tiny light, shadow, and when changing position inevitably ended up turning around to return to the same side. It was like the beginning of so many stories - a dark night, footsteps in the dark and no moon. Alien places, all around.
walk and walk ...
He discovered that when you grow up you reach more isolated houses in the woods but in the distance that light could come from something far less poetic: the face of a digital alarm clock, for example - numbers drawn in light green and Chris regular breathing to mark the seconds. The sudden awareness of being in his room, among her things. The temptation to pet illogical.
was the first time that happened: Dylan never had the head for such ideas, nor had ever stop to imagine what feelings might prove Gabriel, in his place.
Yet that night, when he slipped into the bed of his friend, instead of raggomitolarglisi him as usual had been watching - instead of looking for his embrace had put his elbow on the mattress, she reached out. He had brushes her hair from her forehead, gently.
And then he slid his fingers on his temple, he had sunk among the tufts clear. It was even filed to press the lips on the cheek, the risk of waking him.
The next morning it was found curled up against him again - true - but the feelings of those moments he had left her like a premonition of a goal. A thread that had guided his steps along the streets of New York, later, and that led him to the record store. Up to curb the opposite, more accurately, where he remained motionless for perhaps an hour to imagine the scene of his sudden entrance - the tinkle of the bell on the door and was surprised to Ash, her smile. Images
lost.
That city had become too big - the prospects trespassed into the sky and was alienating, later realizing that it had nowhere else to go. Realizing that each route was interrupted on the day of his departure and that even his friends seemed to have continued without him.
Everyone had things to do, and time commitments. Appointments. The only reason that
Dylan had moved out of the house had been the need to go to get stuck into the fabric of everyday life, however, but when he went to seek his old job had discovered a conceited girl in her place, and when he rose from his parents' home had not found the courage to climb. Failed to even approach his apartment, for fear of accidentally meet the photographer.
Mike.
Mike - was repeated, trying to get familiar with that name. Trying to get used to it because Ash. To have something to give him when he would see.
And it was on the way out of that name that he had reminded Björn - the only person who always seemed to be lost as he was. Alien in the same way, away from itself.
from all.
now - sitting on the sidewalk in front of the store where the boy had told him to work - notes the shadows lengthen on the pavement and expect to see lower the shutters of the shops, to recognize his profile among the people. You can caress as he had done with Chris - fit the hair behind the ear and take care of her silences.
He knows that he would never do anything like that, of course: it reminds her problems and boundaries agreed - I remember everything.
But the first instinct is to throw her arms around his neck, when it appears in the distance - jumps up, pulling via the cap from his head, and it is as if suddenly a place he had found himself in that city.
A tiny place.
Björn, across the street, seems to be made of the same matter of the visions and is so fair that for a moment my heart skipped a beat.
strange that the thought of Raven comes to mind right now, as opposed to. As if to ratify the terms of a different perspective and an awareness now totally assimilated - how to touch a picture. And touch a body.
not much left but a heartfelt tenderness, later, when Dylan joined him in the chaotic bustle of the sidewalk.
"I saw him, eh, one more blond than you, "he begins, adding Björn on the right. "And to say that I thought was impossible, that naive ..."
is higher than the rest of the passers-by - someone hits the shoulder as the footsteps stopped and heads turned in the direction of the voice, naturally. While his eyes met those of Dylan - and he had forgotten what his eyes were clear. What could be defined with precision the circle of the pupil, in that blue overall.
"Dylan?" Feels asked, surprised. "You're back?"
"I thought it would be nice to have a drink together."
"Rosenfield has made me want you of tea? "Björn smiles and is looking to locate certain complicity. Maybe he needed to regain the space that was carved out, Dylan - pulling the strings of speeches already set up and enriched with new experiences.
Maybe, just needed a hot drink with someone who had eyes clear enough.
"Let's say I'm re-evaluating the after experiencing what it means to gorge themselves on chocolate and crisps," he muttered, wrinkling her nose. "Vivian is dangerous."
"Yes, I said there were known. I guess that chocolate has played some role ... "
A grimace.
"I had pimples for a week ..."
People keep hitting the elbow of the guy - have already turned on the lights in the street, with his chin when Dylan shows signs of a local blue.
"Serve the there?"
"We can try ..." is the answer. And he fits the
the leg under the seat, sitting in one of the tables, before I realized that going to order a tea in a cafe frequented by customers in a suit and tie.
Before you enjoy the secret pleasure of feeling more adult himself - straighten your back and cross your legs. Take a more composed. He has no idea
where he learned some things - were not part of his baggage when he left from New York, and people did not attend much larger than him, Rosenfield.
Yet he realizes that he instinctively adjusted his perception of himself, during the period he spent away from home, and also realizes that Ash knows nothing of what his discovery - which can not imagine what it means to feel eyes on me Raven and refine the seduction to make it concrete.
Dark.
Talking about his brother is even more difficult, in light of so great a distance.
"Now I'm Chris," explains Björn, and she can hardly say anything else.
"Do not should be easy for either you or Ash ... "murmured the boy, Dylan and thinks it was probably the tone of voice to push immediately to him. The gentleness with which articulates the words - a tendency not to ask for an explanation. To respect the silences.
"I just have to find a way to let him know that I love him." He adds. "More than anyone in the world."
Björn seems to understand as always - his clear eyes look at you as if you were the sky or water. Something transparent and clean.
"Do you think that going away is the use?"
"I do not know exactly," he says, with inspiring skiing. "I do not I have very clear ideas on this point and do not even know if I was right to come back ... But I knew a guy, "communicate, feeling his eyes light up with light. "And another one."
Pause.
"Two guys, really ..."
"Two guys?"
"Yes Hm ... "
Blushing slightly, Dylan starts to play with the menu.
"It was Vivian, at present," explains, as if that would immediately reassure the other that there is nothing dark, below. O perverse.
actually begin realizing that there is a tear between his need very clear to tell the story and the ability to do so - from the charm that evokes in him and wonder with which the skeptic might look at anyone, even his mother. Even she does not know how will you explain it when the time comes.
"I realize that is something a bit 'unusual ..." he murmurs, controlling the expression of cautious Björn at a glance does not seem shocked, only slightly uncomfortable.
"You ..." he began, then hesitated for a moment. "You're both in love with?"
"I do not ever fall in love," comes the reply, almost too fast. Accompanied by a sudden sense of anxiety - a node that Curtain closes the throat and the nerves. "It is, absolutely, it's just ..." A breath, uncertain. "It's just that Raven is half Native American, you know, and has very dark skin. But dark in a strange way, more soft. Almost Amber, I think, as when the whiskey is very very dense. "
Dylan bites her lip, realizing he had said virtually the same thing to Chris: there must be something really powerful, in the physicality of those conflicts, or perhaps it is only certain things that the strength of the discovery has little impact from the flesh is still alive too. Maybe it's trying to metabolize - to understand.
"I mean, it really is like a shadow, "he says, seriously. "And it's giving Jude reflexes. The nuances ... "The other smiled, gently. "Raven and Jude?"
"Yes. Together.
Silence.
"But one or the other, often, however, because Raven is also when there is only Jude. And vice versa. I think it's a bit 'complicated to explain ... "
" The only important thing is that you are happy. "
" Yes, hm. "
The truth is that Dylan did not absolutely clear that part of the question - could not be said to be happy to Rosenfield, where they were but there was no ash, and does not feel happy in New York where his brother still does not exist. Where, however, would miss them.
If he thought that would be enough memories to fill the void left by Raven and Jude were just a few days to realize that their presence was an essential weight - which has never been merely an affection but relationship much more physical, almost frightening in its concreteness.
Almost too real.
"I do not think I'll ever be happy," she says, as soon as the waiter brought the order and the clear eyes of Björn are back to fall upon him. "I always imagined that I would something happened. From an early age. "
" Do not be absurd, Dylan. It will certainly be happy, and soon. You're just going through a difficult period. "
" is that you have no idea what it is ... "he murmurs, and is silent for a moment before adding:" Having a sister ... "
Sometimes if you ask what it might mean, to be unique - growing out of someone who grows as your own rhythms and that are formed in your own forms. Without someone who is a yourself on which you can not have any control - someone without whom you would never, however. Not completely.
And get dizzy, imagining the endless solitude. Look at the hands of Björn open on the table and be sure that certain freedoms are always scary. Always
inconceivable alien.
"At the end is not so bad, this tea," he says, trying to defuse the anxiety into a smile. Trying to distract the mind from that vicious circle - thinking of nothing else.
Yet the question comes after more intimate, just a moment's hesitation.
Just time to take a look.
"Can I ask you something, Björn?"
"Sure."
He would never have thought to go that far - feel so lost by not knowing where to seek help and to receive answers from the only groped person who is probably lost as he was. Above him, maybe.
is strange, because under normal conditions do not ever open up that topic with Björn.
It can not understand what's so different today - what it makes you feel so close to him to convince him to spend a lot groped a risky and difficult.
Dangerous.
"If it were a person you love, to touch you ..." whispered - almost a whisper. "A person whom you love very much, I mean." Pause.
Lift your eyes on him, undecided.
"How can you, when you have no idea how you might react? I mean. If you have a lot of fear. Of what you might try ... "
"I'm not sure I understand what you're talking ..." replied the other, and he immediately hurried to straighten her back. Drink in one gulp the last mouthful of tea, remove the cup on the table. Pushing back his chair, smiling.
"None. Nothing. Take no notice. "
had never come so close to confess his secret to someone and suddenly realize that dissolves in cold blood a terror - something paralyzing.
had not noticed so much to uncover as she spoke, and had not noticed that his heart began to beat that.
He had forgotten that the other side of the mirror there are no holds and there are no escape routes - there are no discounts. It was naive.
Absurd.
"Can I come and get to work some other time in the future?" Björn question, but can barely throw a glance. Walk on the sidewalk without noticing people, then, one step after another. After another.
It no longer knows whether to go back to Chris, if you change direction and go to his parents. If there is still the apartment she shared with Ash, from somewhere in the city - if that anguish will never go away. If Jude has been looking for.
Raven.
claim airport looms as a reminder - Dylan stops the race remains close and stared at the sign for a few minutes while people cross the street and the traffic light turns red and then green. And then, still red, the cars lined up in a snake of lights.
Dinner time is long past, when it finally comes into the house of his friend.
"Dee!" Chris exclaimed, jumping up. "But where have you been, have you seen what time is it?"
He blinked, stopping the movement, he expected the scene of all time - Chris and Alan on the phone with someone committed to zapping the channels, the background music . The order blank for a foreign environment, alien noises. Instead, there
Ash, on the couch - Ash with flowing hair and red eyes, pointed a hand on the pillow. The familiar yearning of the lips, eyes.
green, and deep.
For a moment it is as if the heat wave exploded at once - a relief almost too intense to wince and smile. Move the hand over her mouth, almost breathless.
"Ash!" Dylan says, first to remember the rest.
Immediately after the confusion of conflicting impulses that blocks the steps - that turns heads towards Chris. Look for answers from him, in a single uncertain demand, "Ash?"
"It's not a hallucination, yes," is the laughter, irony, while his friend lets go back in his chair. "Can you believe it?"
"Fuck you," hisses his brother, before passing a hand through his hair. Throwing him look uncertain, almost shy. "It's a problem if I dine here? Alan says he has already cooked for four ... "
Maybe that's what hurts the most: the custom event. Once it was all too normal dinner together by Chris - there were guitars, later, music and laughter.
now seems to be talking about some kind of gambling, however, and it is heartbreaking to see that the mind really is considering, the possibility of escape. Finding an excuse, to give in to fear. To despair.
"No. No, I'm glad you're there, "Dylan says, however, and is sincere in that case. Why can not stop staring though his brother does not know how to approach - because the desire to approach even if it is a very strong fear. Although it will be held at a safe distance, probably.
pulling off the tee, Chris turns to an uncertain smile.
"I have scrubbed the job," communicates.
"What dogs?"
"Hm."
Ash is still there, across the room, and it is as if the center of gravity has moved halfway between their bodies - Dylan plunges his hands into his pockets and hardly knows how to move, where to go. What lay eyes while biting his lip.
"There was a little girl told me to turn away."
"The girls are dangerous, I've always said," the friend says, casually.
On the couch, Ash closed fists - just change position.
"You know ..." He clears his throat. "You're going to look somewhere else?"
"When I entered there was bone in the waiting room. I did the holidays, "he mutters, as if to prove his relation to those dogs that had a more exhaustive. The
crying, when I remember that moment. The
to cry even if it is local mind the fact that Ash is there, in fact.
"Have you talked to the owner?" Question Chris. "Maybe it can give you some other time ... Or maybe the brat is being tested and quarrel with a dog tomorrow morning ..."
But the brat seemed perfectly at ease in the store - you'd say that she was managing, security showing. From the menacing look with which he recalled that he was gone without even warn - seemed like a responsible attitude? Thought to be even kindergarten, maybe?
Shrugging his shoulders, Dylan controls the expression of Ash.
"Maybe I'll try somewhere else ..." he says, but it is difficult to avoid thinking about it. Difficult to distract the mind from that and the sense of rootlessness, the inability to participate in the evening. And the perception of the presence of Ash - razor sharp.
strong.
There are pizzas with tuna for dinner - Chris distributes the slices on plates and Alan freewheeling chat. The clatter of dishes fills the spaces between the words, try to focus attention on the bickering of friends. It strives to recognize moments already lived, at different times.
But Dylan is not the voice, if he tries to join the discussion stops, and if it requires the eye to move elsewhere once he realizes his brother is still watching the stars, studying their expressions. Waiting for the smiles like waiting for spring, or a crack of air to breathe.
Perhaps they always will from now on - the irreconcilable dualism takes the form of emotions and every beat of the heart will create a new pain, each image will draw its reflected part.
Only a few days before seemed impossible to think of remaining moments like this: sit around a table with old friends, even with Ash who lives in un metro di distanza, e riconoscere suo fratello in una gestualità amata fino allo sfinimento – la maniera in cui si porta la forchetta alla bocca, l’onda dei capelli che scivola sulla spalla.

Ciglia abbassate in corone di silenzio.

Eppure basta risalire un poco più indietro nei mesi perché l’angoscia chiuda lo stomaco – perché quella tensione sotterranea divida i ragazzini che sono stati dalle persone che sono adesso e la ferita del disagio riapra i lembi come un fiore terribile, come un vetro rotto.

Specchio affilato.

Fa male, la paura di incontrare i suoi occhi - fa male che le ginocchia non si sfiorino e che non ci siano sorrisi complici da scambiarsi, fanno male i nervi allertati. The embarrassment. It hurts not being able to burst into tears because in the end even that is a lie, another lie that has the taste of sweetness and sorrow. Looks to look for secret signs on the body of the photographer Ash - nausea from having to swallow. The sense of guilt, awful.
Even when others are silent unison Alan says, removing the plate: "We would like Mike to finish the whole 'this shit, shit!"
Dylan knew that something would happen, he also knew that the heart was frozen in that and so that the blood would have fallen on his feet - put him in mind: not enough dirty looks to Chris, to stem the carelessness of Alan and you can not run away forever from certain things.
You can not even kill yourself now, because when the eyes are raised Dylan discovers that the tension has become more rigid, shoulders, Ash, and hastened to swallow the sick as if it were to swallow some medicine. As if the one depended on the smile of his brother, now and forever. From what
only.
"Mike ..." he chuckles, a little 'hard. Add gingerly, trying to look as natural as possible, "Mike likes pizza?"
not think I've ever asked a question most banal and for a moment that seems unbreakable silence - perhaps nobody will ever talk more, think him, perhaps the world will always remain as still as now, as in fairy tales. Still, dumb. Then Ash
coughing, though - change position. As he talks he closes his eyes, exhausted.
"Mike likes almost anything ..." she heard muttering, a little 'uncertain. "As long as it is edible. Perhaps. "
reopens When he discovers that Ash is raising eyebrows look on his face, embarrassed.
"You can not make a lot of problems when it comes to swallow something ..."
And suddenly everything becomes possible, also support that dialogue. Even to speak of a photographer, to pronounce his name.
Inhale deeply, Dylan try a smile and more convinced: "Neither should grow ..."
"Sometimes a little 'seems the child," says Ash, before launching a look at Chris and Alan. "I mean, get along with these two ..."
"He loves us because we offered him dinner once," Alan nods. "And the cookies."
But he has finished every resource - no more strength to speak or to listen to nothing else.
"I go to the bathroom a second," he announces. Cautious.
And again could not say if its efforts have brought more relief or discomfort - Ash seemed to have calmed and this makes him feel good, it's like a weight lifted from my heart. Yet the loneliness became almost unfathomable, on the other side - that side of the mirror where his brother will never come, where there are the hours spent with the photographer and there is the imprint of his hands. Where there are no words that she whispered in his ear.
that side of Ash, Dylan will always be excluded.
And no consolation to realize that this is right, that would happen sooner or later. So that certain things he never could whisper, the ear of his sister. That might not have known what to say, really.
back in the kitchen when the others are already clearing the table and the only conscious desire is to be able to put in a bed, a bed whatsoever. Sleep, and that's it.
"Are you okay?"
almost startled, as soon as Chris puts his hand on the shoulder.
"Hm."
Silence.
"I was pee," it prevents him. The other
down his eyes to heaven but slides his arm around his waist - it draws closer.
"You look tired," he says, kissing his temple. "Sleep?"
"Hm."
"seems about to fall asleep standing up."
"Hm," he repeats Dylan - as if articulate any other word would cost too much effort now.
As if we really had the energy spent in the name of the photographer in meeting the eyes of Ash and discover more alive. A transfer of power, almost.
will recall himself curled up on the couch the next morning, her cheek pressed to Chris's neck and eyelids heavy - the view to slide continuously on the profile of his brother to be able to convince themselves that they are really sharing the same space, breathing the same air .
It's like a bad dream faded on the threshold of a nightmare in training - other than a nightmare and had, but terrible in its way comforting. Inconsistent. Why
Ash is there, and if is terribly difficult to stand by him has never ceased to be absolutely beautiful, too - just let the body drop to fatigue and the perception is muffled, everything returns to fixate within the confines of his presence.
There is a loud movie on TV - Dylan could not say what it is.
He can not tell what time it is finished or when Chris has taken back home to his brother - the anxiety has woven into the nerves in his sleep. He has a smile, open your fists.
The last conscious thought is an intention to cut his hair to make hair grow back like his, wait as long as necessary. Years, maybe.
Then comes sleep at a time unknown. A moment lost.
And that idea, like everything else, falls into a dark abandoned.






Sometimes the desire to return home is like a breath slips into the lungs as was inevitable, reducing them, fills them. It dissolves in the blood to spray all the periphery of the body - to mark every inch of skin with the trace of a memory, by defining your present. Your past. When
blew it out, breathe out, the future is the same as always. Only older.
And you can not deny yourself the cowardice to lay my head - New York let's go back to swallow, that time more than accelerating the contours of a chamfer city needs to address that do not know. Fears that have no name calling and you do not know - the truth that is more convenient to keep secret. Close
in silence. Let sleeping. See Dylan
that afternoon was sweet and at the same time was like the far too late in a mirror in front of him sitting at the table apart, Björn wanted to reach out to meet her, ask for Vivian, asking that the road has path to find the courage.
The temptation to cheat was almost irresistible: deceive himself that perhaps it was convincing enough that was another to make that trip, that the return of Dylan could also mark a new season of her life, new steps and new leather dress.
different eyes, with less heavy eyelids, and a different attitude to flee. A different strength.
It was hard to stop in front of the house, then his gaze fixed on the steps and walk down the concrete. Realizing that the sky was the same as when he got up that morning, that there was nothing foreign in the air. No revelation, and no mystery.
lower lashes for a moment and exhale slowly. Collision
empty.
Maybe if Mike had found waiting for him would have been different - there would be her chatter to distract the mind from the thought of Vivian, his adventures to fill your ears, and he would not need to think about what he has lost. A
what actually may have never even had.
He could be sweet. Or even painless.
Instead, the apartment was empty and for a moment the emptiness seemed to expand to encompass the whole world: Björn had been standing in the doorway, without being able to move the necessary step to cross. As if his body had become too big, suddenly - and clumsy, and rather incongruous to occupy always the same space. Dissociation
lasted a split second, but was was sufficient to sweep away all remaining doubt. And maybe that's why, hours later, is still sitting in a chair without finding even the desire to get up to prepare dinner, the phone dropped in her lap and an open book to one side, leaning on the arm.
The prospect fills him to call Vivian at the same time of anxiety and impatience every time it is more difficult to believe that really worth to stay far away, it can be embraced only by voice. Whenever it is more difficult to shake off the knowledge that is a weakness, that his need to put away - a privilege that is paying a high price, forcing his brother to serve the sentence.
It was five years since I walked away really - since he led the way home, since he is forced to leave behind certain situation to ensure all the serenity as possible. And it's a bit 'as it disappointed now.
As he left his hand after forcing him to fly.
Perhaps the guilt would not be as strong if Bjorn would have more confidence in the fact that Vivian is fine - that is reacting to the fullest. Or maybe it was sufficient to be able to keep him out of trouble in the past when he could evaluate certain habits with their own eyes and yet had not been able to stand. Protect it. It is also cowardly
that cling to its particular futile, now that there's so much space between them - Albert that question carefully, trying to figure out what his assurances can be empty. Why Vivian, however, has always been adept at it.
It also means letting talk to divert to less impervious land, after all. Is to ignore certain marshes and pretend not to know too well the dangers.
Each time, she wonders if it would be wiser to avoid the topic altogether - every time she wonders if it would be better to address it seriously, openly. To silence their concerns at all, or give them a reason to exist. Something more than just a founded suspicion.
Despite this, when he finally decides to write his number, he also knows he will not find the courage to do one thing or the other - that will continue to grope in the same limbo, unable to choose between the need to protect and let the to protect himself. Vivian or cling to him as a shield.
has always been the dilemma, perhaps. The most ambiguous - even when he was a kid.
"Björn?"
Moreover, even for his brother was always the same, maybe. It may be that there is a node - a fundamental error, where it all began: the first time I opened the Björn door of his room and his bed is, for the first time he clutched to his chest to comfort him from a nightmare, without admitting that he was in need of a hug.
Listening to his voice, now, it also lacks the determination to hold back a smile.
"Hello, Ljus. How are you? "
There is something oddly relaxing in exchanging pleasantries with someone you know so well.
It's like the speeches that are made immediately on rising, even before breakfast: a tutorial for the rest of the day, when you need to develop the real content, and at the same time a way to wake up gradually. Decipher what kind of night softly had the other - if you are able to sleep if you stayed up too long. His mood. Björn
can almost imagine the fold of the lips of Vivian, as he listens to - guess the fun tone of exasperation in which he complains of Albert, and the tension almost intangible something which makes no mention, however, which may not even want to think . It can weigh up to himself the opportunity to question him and immediately discard the idea, move over.
"I saw Dylan, now," offers, and is rewarded dall'alleggerirsi tone Vivian.
The widening of his smile.
"Really? He returned safe and sound? I was a bit 'worried when he left the race - there was something wrong between him and Jude, and Raven, and I do not even know ... "
" He told me something, yes, "murmurs Björn, interrupting, because he knows too well that when the boy is excited it may take whole minutes before he has to catch his breath.
"It sounds like a story ... complicated," said cautiously.
"Hm. A little 'a mess, yes, "agrees Vivian. "But it's okay?"
"I still have to get used to the idea of returning."
He glanced out the window, Then, watch the sky darken.
"And who is not able to solve all the problems he had before leaving. But I've seen better than last time, for sure. Changed. "
" Growing? "
" Maybe, "he admits, and is to imagine that track could have left those months on the face of his brother. If you see him as a natural return home after a period in travel, or if there is a subdued emotion when Dylan was not able to tighten the arms that afternoon.
If there is the same unbelief, and the inexplicable sense of a time that continues, in spite of any interruption.
Beyond any distance.
Clear, like water in a river.
"It was strange to see him, really," she says. "To speak of you with him. It made me ... "Pause. "I wanted to be there."
is not the first time the distance of Vivian seems to become an impassable chasm, able to drain and close the throat.
After a lifetime spent in orienting himself in the direction of that child is inevitable, perhaps - a truth that would not even need to explain lined words. There has never been reticent in their say I love you - there was never a time when Björn had the perception that affection could be stifling for a young boy. Or that he doubted to be equally important.
There was never an occasion when I miss her Vivian does not respond with something equivalent.
But now, the silence that accepts his words did not appear to resemble those moments - it's more tense, almost tormented, crossed only by the boy's breathing fast. Since its
drag the break. Dilate.
turn it into a new vortex. In a magnet.
Björn is already feeling fall, when he finally hears him whisper, "I must tell you something."
"A what?"
swallows, looking away from the window. He closes his eyes for a moment, breathe.
"Are you hurt?" Question, trying to keep calm.
"No. Does not concern me, not ... "Vivian hesitated, lowering his voice. "It's nothing bad, either. I think. "
" Ljus. What happened? "
" This is Samuel. "
For a moment, it's as if time stopped. Björn
opens his eyes and stares at the wall in front of you - the angle of cut white exterior lighting on the wall, the sharp edge of the frame in which Mike has penned a her photo. The reflections on the glass and shadows, the profile of the sofa at the edge of the field.
slowly let go of the breath.
"Samuel?"
"Weldon," elaborates Vivian, adding immediately: "The writer."
And he would say that there is no need to specify - it is pointless to ask Samuel if something happened to him, if it goes well. He would like to ask if he has met and why, if you have spoken, if the man asked him. If he tried. Know whether he said something and Vivian replied - to know how he was. What did you think.
would mean something, any one word: break the circle of silence and the cover of ice that seems to have wrapped around the item, take a breath and push down the blood - let it be the one to fill the body again. To give him depth.
not make any noise, however, while listening to Vivian continue to explain in a tone more and more scared and trying to tidy up the information that are raining down on him. Try to give them meaning.
size.
"I did not know you knew, when I first met you, I swear. I went to take a lesson for his curiosity, nothing more, and then I found myself one evening and looked so tired and I was alone and did not want to go back to Albert and did not know where to go. It was like being with you, maybe, I should have known immediately but I did not think at all, and he was talking about but you never said your name and only the other day I got there. And even he had no idea, he never even suspected. And there is absolutely nothing happened between us, Björn, I swear, I know how well Albert had misunderstood but know Sam, he could never touch, even without knowing that I was your brother, I have only ever given a place where to stay and never asked for anything in return, not even ... "
" Vivian. "
Björn clears his throat.
In the receiver, his brother was quiet. The silence is almost
too busy now, but he felt his head throb to the wealth of information and is still treated as a chore to find the right words. An effort to even think.
Resting his head against the chair back, let the wind near the nose and throat for a moment it seems that everything can find a way. Ordered. Then
Vivian murmurs in a voice impalpable, "Are you angry?", And he is open my eyes suddenly. A bend forward, running a hand over his face. Incredulous.
"Angry? Ljus like that pops into your head ... "
" You called me Vivian, "is the answer. "It would have reason to resent with me. These are days that I know, that you keep it hidden. "
" I do not ... "He takes another breath, deep. "I'm not angry, okay? I'm just ... confused. I do not know what to think. And as he spoke I felt that you were shaking and I needed to stop. To think .... Just this. "
" Are you sure? "
" Ljus, you have not done anything that I could take it. "Swallows. "At best, it's you who should be angry with me. What I never told anything about this story, or to Samuel. "
" It was fidavi why not me? "Application Vivian.
to sink back in his chair, he pushes his hand to rub his forehead. Sigh.
"No. Absolutely.
"Why Albert said it, that was not the reason. But ... I do not understand why, then, I guess. "
The nape sunk in the pillow, Björn notes the thickness of the dark enclosed behind the eyes and try to stay as much as possible aware of your body - the size of the arms, the movements of the chest . The heartbeat - regular - and the sudden rasping throat, a burning dry. Desire to drink.
The prospect of explaining to his brother because it has not given a share of an important event as the meeting Samuel fills it with the same confusion that arose in the face to support a discussion with him on the writer to talk about it would be necessary to sink your fingers in a formless matter, confused, buried in some remote corner of consciousness. It would be like to go back into the past - mistakes made and the curve after curve, you find yourself alone, lost in a labyrinth of rationalizations and diagnosis. Be lean and reviews.
is easier to ignore certain things. Leave them behind and pretend it does not matter - to pretend not to see them, do not register them, not manage them.
And so, during those months, Björn has held meetings with Samuel secret even to himself - Everything was silent because they do not talk with Vivian Vivian meant not having to give a name to what was happening. Why not give the name meant not having to find the words, and avoid the words meant to remain innocent.
not admit liability. Not having to choose.
"I can not explain why, Vivian," he murmurs, and it's like a defeat. "No ... I have not even thought of, you know? It was not an intentional thing, I decided not to tell you. It is as if I had not even imagined the possibility of doing so. "
" Albert said it was complicated. "
He smiles bitterly. "Complicated, yes. Albert is right in these things. "
the other end of the line, Vivian seems to hesitate - for a moment, Bjorn thinks maybe try the same to him a few questions. Give direction to the speech in the hope that this might help, not realizing that in a moment like that silence is the only size available. The only salvation - relaxing.
"I do not want to talk about even now, right?" Feels rather ask, finally, adding that to hasten to correct: "Just about anything? Do not even want to know anything? "
And even before the brain has processed the relief, and organized forces to give the language policy No form of the word , Björn hear his voice saying: "You could talk about you, maybe?"
be specified at once: "Tell him. What he is doing. "
Then, even as the tension melts Vivian and his speech begins to flow like a river carrying with it distracted Samuel and his smiles and faces that he remembers mixed with those not seen and not imagined ones, feels like an empty desert vibrate in space under the meat - a stretch cord inside the nerves, breathing solidify.
Below the voice - that of Vivian, that of Samuel - there is silence and the irresistible urge to keep it. There is the expanse of snow and fatigue to be just awful - the need to remain so.
Allow the breath to expand and collect everything.
The truth is that it is not ready to think seriously about what it means to have left behind Samuel - what it means in front of him, in an unspecified time in the future, until perhaps, just perhaps already established.
Vivian's words are slippery and the portraits he paints too fluid, elusive - you can not retain their meaning, use them to build rational position to decide what to do.
An impulse might be to take the phone and dial the number of the writer - call themselves, with their ears to hear that Samuel is real and that's fine. But
months that temptation is blocked before it can take root - months that the thought did not have time to form and are already lower lashes, and Björn knows that even though he was able to focus - if you were to weigh rationally the ability to call Samuel to speak to him - would be other problems, other obstacles to overcome, the barriers to be removed. The truth - too ugly and uncomfortable - to be accepted.
That only closes her eyes, letting the voice of his brother to draw the boundaries.
This is content to listen snow and silence overlapping with the name of Samuel, almost painful image of his hands resting on the head by Vivian. The sweetness of her eyes and remember the first time you are talking - the words of God sick and statues in the park. The gate to cross like entering another world and dimension hushed, dreamlike, of those rooms illuminated by the warmth of the fireplace.
is sweet in some way - another trip back, another way to approach the house and get rid of that heavy fatigue. Shrug off fears as an animal could become entangled with the shower in the fur - a dry time. Indulge
a break in the stasis exhausting.
knows that tomorrow will be completely different that just cut off communication with Vivian because the dark shadows and come back to wrap to encircle, to force him into a corner pinning him against the wall. Too little light can, in the darkest nights, and not just the flame of a fireplace to ward off the chill of awareness that took root when he was still a child.
There was never any illusion on: Björn knows very well and will not be permitted to forget it.
But for now can afford the peace and pretend not to have lost her too many times already - forget New York and can only think of Vivian, Samuel; convince that in the future will find warmth without forcing him into exile, which is not always necessary for a war to conquer the road back home.
dream that maybe the night will melt in the dawn and will no longer only the white of the snow to give relief in the dark, but all the colors of the day. A new sweetness. And at that time someone will be able to embrace his return. Human hands and the hands of a child. That he can love both touch and indulge in both with the same relief. With the same confidence with which now, lulled by the memory of Vivian, surrenders to sleep.
Without fear, nightmares, without yielding their ground.
slow relaxation.
breath and to melt into each other fear - every thought.

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