A Mightier Sword To Heal Returns! : D
Ville wiped tears from his eyes and set the letter down on the bed, sitting cross-legged next to the paper and smiling through his soft sniffles. Bam was giving him a chance. He felt like he could praise a God he didn’t believe existed. Bam was giving him a chance. He had the chance to prove to Bam that he was worth the heartache, worth the love and the forgiveness, and hell if he wasn’t going to take advantage of it.
He couldn’t take him back this soon, he’d said. But he’d also said Ville had a chance to change his mind. That was more than Ville had hoped for.
“I will, Bam. I swear. We’ll be us again, I promise, whatever I have to do.” He stood from his bed and, carefully grabbing the letter, walked into the kitchen to have dinner. It was eight at night in Helsinki where he was staying in his childhood house and his stomach was rumbling after finally having calmed at the sight of Bam’s reply.
He pulled out ingredients for a fruit salad and chopped them quickly, humming under his breath. He had another song idea already. What was he, an actor or a songwriter? Jesus, but the inspiration wouldn’t stop. Every time he talked to Bam…something came to him.
He drizzled a sweet sauce lightly over his salad and grabbed bottled water, heading into his living room where a notebook and writing utensil always sat next to his couch.
Well at least you could try…
For this one last time…
His entire being rang with the words and all he wanted to do was have Bam next to him so he sing the words in his ear and coax him to love him again.
But it wasn’t going to be that easy. Not this time.
*
Bam snickered as Raab walked into the bathroom, not suspicious in the least of the silence in the hallway. There was a rigged pie thrower in the shower and as soon as Raab walked in, a squeak was going to come from behind the curtain so he’d have to open it.
Dunn had been ecstatic when Bam had suggested it, throwing himself into his best friend like he’d been away for years.
“Dude, you’re back! I’ve missed you like you wouldn’t believe!” And he’d held him for at least a minute with a giant grin before letting go to help Bam set up the Raab trap.
Creeeak. Swish. SPLAT!
Bam fell over on top of Dunn laughing, clutching his stomach as Raab ran into the hallway covered in white cream, yelling, “FUCKERS!”
“Aw, Bam, that was so good!” Dunn was hysterical and Bam was crying with laughter. Fuck, he’d missed his best friend. He’d missed life.
Now all he had left to miss was Ville.
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Hey, sweethearts, you know I had to come back with this eventually! So there's only a little resolution, but still...it's something right? Leave me some love, darlings! : D
He couldn’t take him back this soon, he’d said. But he’d also said Ville had a chance to change his mind. That was more than Ville had hoped for.
“I will, Bam. I swear. We’ll be us again, I promise, whatever I have to do.” He stood from his bed and, carefully grabbing the letter, walked into the kitchen to have dinner. It was eight at night in Helsinki where he was staying in his childhood house and his stomach was rumbling after finally having calmed at the sight of Bam’s reply.
He pulled out ingredients for a fruit salad and chopped them quickly, humming under his breath. He had another song idea already. What was he, an actor or a songwriter? Jesus, but the inspiration wouldn’t stop. Every time he talked to Bam…something came to him.
He drizzled a sweet sauce lightly over his salad and grabbed bottled water, heading into his living room where a notebook and writing utensil always sat next to his couch.
Well at least you could try…
For this one last time…
His entire being rang with the words and all he wanted to do was have Bam next to him so he sing the words in his ear and coax him to love him again.
But it wasn’t going to be that easy. Not this time.
*
Bam snickered as Raab walked into the bathroom, not suspicious in the least of the silence in the hallway. There was a rigged pie thrower in the shower and as soon as Raab walked in, a squeak was going to come from behind the curtain so he’d have to open it.
Dunn had been ecstatic when Bam had suggested it, throwing himself into his best friend like he’d been away for years.
“Dude, you’re back! I’ve missed you like you wouldn’t believe!” And he’d held him for at least a minute with a giant grin before letting go to help Bam set up the Raab trap.
Creeeak. Swish. SPLAT!
Bam fell over on top of Dunn laughing, clutching his stomach as Raab ran into the hallway covered in white cream, yelling, “FUCKERS!”
“Aw, Bam, that was so good!” Dunn was hysterical and Bam was crying with laughter. Fuck, he’d missed his best friend. He’d missed life.
Now all he had left to miss was Ville.
***
Hey, sweethearts, you know I had to come back with this eventually! So there's only a little resolution, but still...it's something right? Leave me some love, darlings! : D