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Title: Come With Me And I'll Show You What Real Life Is, I'll Teach You How To Feel Again [5/?]
Author: stsoftomorrow (Aryadne)
Pairing: Fink/Rev
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Don't own. Just the words.
Note: Too lazy to send to my beta, and Twitch starts to tell us the story.
~
Twitch was resting completely naked on the floor, having only a blanket covering his waist and his legs. Slowly, he lifted the cigarrete in one of his hands, putting on his mouth, pulling a long drag. He stared at the roof of his room, imagining circles on there. Suddenly, he realized the circle was just like him: he was never going to end, he was never going to end something on his life.
Everything he started before Fink he never finished. He was angel, he was now on Earth. He still remembered of the tons of his tasks he didn't do on Heaven, only because of his godson. That fucking deviously boy. It was his fault, he did everything. No, Rev did, but it was only because of him, he thought he was protecting his little boy, but instead, he was fucking everything up. He fucked everything up.
Twitch pulled another long drag and blew the smoke on circles, giving a sad smile at the sight of it. He wondered if his mistakes would come back to chase him, he wondered what could happen to them if the Lord decided to do something about their little affair. Something goo couldn't be.
Suddenly, that weird shakiness took hold of him again. He lowered his arm and closed his eyes tightly, begging to himself to control his own body. He'd never felt this before and that was worrying him. It was like his wings were begging to be released, but he was afraid to show his wings to Fink. Twitch didn't know if something of his angelical nature had changed since the first time they loved each other.
Then suddenly, everything on his body calmed the fuck down, everything seemed to be normal again when Fink pulled him for a hug. That unexpected act made Twitch let a tear escape from his green orbs, and regret all the bad things he had done, for his godson and with... Someone, in that fucked up night...
"Why don't you put a shirt if you're cold?"
Fink asked, pulling Twitch gently closer to his own body. The angel kept staring at the floor, afraid if he speak he could betray himself. The warm of Fink's body made him shiver, and at the same time feel comfortable. His blonde hair fell on his eyes, hiding tearful green orbs. Fink was expecting an answer but all he got was an awkward silence between them.
"Is everything okay?" Are you okay?"
The angel wipered the tear from his eye and tried to sound as normal as possible. That thoughts started to inavde his mind and for a moment he feared what he could do to himsel if he stood alone right now. He needed alcohol so fucking bad right now. The despair of being sober was starting to appear, and everyone else but Twitch saw his despais, things wouldn't work out.
"I'm okay Finky. I just need to drink."
The happiness was back in his voice. Since Rev became a fallen angel, he had become an expert on faking his feelings. Sometimes, he thought he was purely fake, he was what he wanted to show, not what he really was. He was grateful for having that skill right now.
"Hey. I guess we should go out and drink. We need to celebrate!"
"Celebrate what?"
Twitch took the hair off his eyes, giving a childish smile to the devil, one arm wrapping around Fink's shoulder , resting his head on the devil's bare chest. The angel started to trace invisible lines on Fink's chest, going up and down. After a few seconds, he turned his head to the devil, facing green orbs with curiosity. After some time facing Fink, Rev kissed the devil's lips, tenderly.
"Someone is starting to feel again, don't you agree?"
Fink smiled, making Rev smile too, but Fink couldn't saw the sadness hidden on Twitch's smile.
*
I got free from Fink's arm and walked to the bathroom. My body was shivering form the inside and didn't felt right. Just, didn't felt right. Something was wrong inside me, I just didn't know why. It all started when I first met Fink. In that night, in that building, in my state, on his state.
When I saw him, on leather jacket, my heart stood still inside of my chest and I felt like I couldn't breathe. Even drunk as hell, I still can see what's going on around me, the problem is I can't remember a few things in the nexr day, but Fink, it was impossible to forget.
His tail, his dark hair, his arms... I can remember everything of him, mainly his green days... Begging for mercy, screaming us to stop. I still can hear him screaming, and then trying to scream. I still can see all the red covering his face, all the dirty on his clothes, I still can see all the broken bones, I still can see the despair.
I dont drink because I want to. I drink because I have this disturbed thoughts when I'm sober. I really think when I'm sober, and I don't like that because I remember all the hell I've been through, and this hurts me, this kills me. Sometimes, when I go bed, when I hear the screaming and the noise of cracking bones, I wish from the bottom of my heart he had killed me too. I wouldn't feel pain anymore. I would be finally in piece, and maybe God could take me back to be an angel.
They say you only give value to something when you lost it. I only realized how I was happy at Heaven when I fell on Earth, and to my lucky, my fall happened the worst way ever. I fell and I had no one I could trust, I had no home, no food, no nothing, only me. I thought I could trust on him, but I was sadly wrong. One day, that kid were a good person.
You know, we, angels, we have ours godsons and we're supposed to look after them, to help them, to listen to them, to do what people around them can't do or don't want to. They tell to us every single secret, every single thing that happened to them, and once you have the trust of your angel, you'll have him forever with you, you'll be forever protect, if not by your own angel, but someone else. Once you have their trust, you'll never be alone again, because we angels, we exist to protect the human being, we exist to spread good stuff.
I had godsons. Before my last one, I had two lovely girls and tons of boys. I don't even know my age, if an angel can possibly have an age. I prefer having boys as a godson. They are much more easier to deal than girls, they have less problems than girls. Female have their feelings more excited, and I wasn't, in those times, much skilled to help them. After I feel I had failed on a girl for the first time, I started to pick boys as godsons, and I don't regret any of them, except one.
God, I already feel the tears burning down my cheeks. That's why I don't like being sober, I think too much and remember to much sutff, and that makes my heart pound in my chest, makes me feel dizzy and nauseated of myself. Makes me feel the worst angel God ever had, whic is true, I just avoid that fact.
I think I thought too much, again. God, I need acohol. Heh, an angel addicted on booze. Funny. No, it's not funny, it's depressing, it's awful. A sacred creature corrupting all the other ones. One angel fouling all the other ones.
I can't control my fears and my feeling when I look straight into Fink's eyes. Everything that we did that night immediatly come to my mind and I start to shake. I feel like crying because if someday he ever finds out about my past, about who I was, this beautiful thing that I took so long, and ocasionally found could end. No, it is actually going to end.
When I reached the bathroom, The first thing I did was look to the image reflected on the mirror. I knew myself pretty well to know I wasn't okay. My eyes had a different color, a dead-green kind of, not my usually shivering green ones. Of course Fink would never realize that, he was too distracted on trying to find what happened to him, how was his life before that night.
Never in my deepest dreams I could let that happen. If Fink find out what I've done, everything he was before I cought him could come back and he could kill me. Well, I didn't care about my life anymore, because deep down inside of me, I was even more lost than he was, but an angel couldn't fake, couldn't hide?
I lifted my hand, touching my image on the mirror. I ran my fingers through my cheeks on the mirror, passing by my mouth and then coming back to my eyes. What the fuck happened to me? I had lost all the beauty I had as being an angel. Was I becoming a human? No, that couldn't happen. I couldn't be again that horrible creature, I couldn't live with myself if I ever be a human again.
Suddenly, I felt my body shiver again. My legs started to tremble and for a moment I felt I could stand still on my barefoot. I lost my air and my heart was about to explode. It was a suffocating pain. I wanted to scream but my voice refused to. God, please, if I'm dying, please, take me quickly. I've suffered a lot, I don't wanna die with pain.
It was like I needed to release my wings, but the bathroom was to small for that, and why the hell my body wanted my wings opened? Why was I feeling this? Tears started to burn down my cheeks and my mind just refused to think. I wish I was dead. Please, at least let me say goodbye to Fink, just let me tell the truth to him, I couldn't die in peace if I take this secret, this shit with me. I didn't eve know to where I was going if I died.
Twitch, just open the fucking goddamn wings! Do it for Fink! You're going to die if you don't fucking open! I fell on my kness on the floor, the tears blurring my sight. Everything was starting to become black and I couldn't my breathe. My chest refused to push air inside me, I was suffocating, I was dying, slowly.
My heart hurted so much that I put a hand over my chest, scratching to see if I could avoid a little the pain, but all in vain. I tried to scream again, but I didn't hear my voice coming out of my throat. I was desperate. I fell this time on my hands, lowering my head, the tears falling on the floor.
My heart, my mind, my body. I've lost it all. I didn't belong to myself anymore. I was just another piece os flesh throwed on Earth. I didn't belong to anywhere, not to Heaven, not to Earth, not to Hell. What a worthless way to exist. I remembered of my last godson, I remembered of Fink. When I felt I couldn't take anymore, I just let my body fall on the floor .
I could hear, but I couldn't see or speak anything. I felt I was already dying of suffocating when I heard Fink scream. After that, I heard quickly and desperate footsteps aproaching the bathroom. the next thing I felt was a pair of arms wrap around my body and cary me out of there.
I was half-conscious when Fink lay my body on the bed. He seated around my lap and his desperate hands caught my face. I could see his eyes one more time, when I started to close my own. Before I shut them, I felt desperate lips find mine. His tongue entered my mouth with no objection and his taste mixed with mine. He broke the kiss to pull my fragible chest into a hug, seating me. When I felt one of his tears touch my shoulder, my wings magically opened and my eyes wide opened as well.
~
Sorry for taking so long to update :/
What did you think? Any ideas?
Air xxx
Author: stsoftomorrow (Aryadne)
Pairing: Fink/Rev
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Don't own. Just the words.
Note: Too lazy to send to my beta, and Twitch starts to tell us the story.
~
Twitch was resting completely naked on the floor, having only a blanket covering his waist and his legs. Slowly, he lifted the cigarrete in one of his hands, putting on his mouth, pulling a long drag. He stared at the roof of his room, imagining circles on there. Suddenly, he realized the circle was just like him: he was never going to end, he was never going to end something on his life.
Everything he started before Fink he never finished. He was angel, he was now on Earth. He still remembered of the tons of his tasks he didn't do on Heaven, only because of his godson. That fucking deviously boy. It was his fault, he did everything. No, Rev did, but it was only because of him, he thought he was protecting his little boy, but instead, he was fucking everything up. He fucked everything up.
Twitch pulled another long drag and blew the smoke on circles, giving a sad smile at the sight of it. He wondered if his mistakes would come back to chase him, he wondered what could happen to them if the Lord decided to do something about their little affair. Something goo couldn't be.
Suddenly, that weird shakiness took hold of him again. He lowered his arm and closed his eyes tightly, begging to himself to control his own body. He'd never felt this before and that was worrying him. It was like his wings were begging to be released, but he was afraid to show his wings to Fink. Twitch didn't know if something of his angelical nature had changed since the first time they loved each other.
Then suddenly, everything on his body calmed the fuck down, everything seemed to be normal again when Fink pulled him for a hug. That unexpected act made Twitch let a tear escape from his green orbs, and regret all the bad things he had done, for his godson and with... Someone, in that fucked up night...
"Why don't you put a shirt if you're cold?"
Fink asked, pulling Twitch gently closer to his own body. The angel kept staring at the floor, afraid if he speak he could betray himself. The warm of Fink's body made him shiver, and at the same time feel comfortable. His blonde hair fell on his eyes, hiding tearful green orbs. Fink was expecting an answer but all he got was an awkward silence between them.
"Is everything okay?" Are you okay?"
The angel wipered the tear from his eye and tried to sound as normal as possible. That thoughts started to inavde his mind and for a moment he feared what he could do to himsel if he stood alone right now. He needed alcohol so fucking bad right now. The despair of being sober was starting to appear, and everyone else but Twitch saw his despais, things wouldn't work out.
"I'm okay Finky. I just need to drink."
The happiness was back in his voice. Since Rev became a fallen angel, he had become an expert on faking his feelings. Sometimes, he thought he was purely fake, he was what he wanted to show, not what he really was. He was grateful for having that skill right now.
"Hey. I guess we should go out and drink. We need to celebrate!"
"Celebrate what?"
Twitch took the hair off his eyes, giving a childish smile to the devil, one arm wrapping around Fink's shoulder , resting his head on the devil's bare chest. The angel started to trace invisible lines on Fink's chest, going up and down. After a few seconds, he turned his head to the devil, facing green orbs with curiosity. After some time facing Fink, Rev kissed the devil's lips, tenderly.
"Someone is starting to feel again, don't you agree?"
Fink smiled, making Rev smile too, but Fink couldn't saw the sadness hidden on Twitch's smile.
*
I got free from Fink's arm and walked to the bathroom. My body was shivering form the inside and didn't felt right. Just, didn't felt right. Something was wrong inside me, I just didn't know why. It all started when I first met Fink. In that night, in that building, in my state, on his state.
When I saw him, on leather jacket, my heart stood still inside of my chest and I felt like I couldn't breathe. Even drunk as hell, I still can see what's going on around me, the problem is I can't remember a few things in the nexr day, but Fink, it was impossible to forget.
His tail, his dark hair, his arms... I can remember everything of him, mainly his green days... Begging for mercy, screaming us to stop. I still can hear him screaming, and then trying to scream. I still can see all the red covering his face, all the dirty on his clothes, I still can see all the broken bones, I still can see the despair.
I dont drink because I want to. I drink because I have this disturbed thoughts when I'm sober. I really think when I'm sober, and I don't like that because I remember all the hell I've been through, and this hurts me, this kills me. Sometimes, when I go bed, when I hear the screaming and the noise of cracking bones, I wish from the bottom of my heart he had killed me too. I wouldn't feel pain anymore. I would be finally in piece, and maybe God could take me back to be an angel.
They say you only give value to something when you lost it. I only realized how I was happy at Heaven when I fell on Earth, and to my lucky, my fall happened the worst way ever. I fell and I had no one I could trust, I had no home, no food, no nothing, only me. I thought I could trust on him, but I was sadly wrong. One day, that kid were a good person.
You know, we, angels, we have ours godsons and we're supposed to look after them, to help them, to listen to them, to do what people around them can't do or don't want to. They tell to us every single secret, every single thing that happened to them, and once you have the trust of your angel, you'll have him forever with you, you'll be forever protect, if not by your own angel, but someone else. Once you have their trust, you'll never be alone again, because we angels, we exist to protect the human being, we exist to spread good stuff.
I had godsons. Before my last one, I had two lovely girls and tons of boys. I don't even know my age, if an angel can possibly have an age. I prefer having boys as a godson. They are much more easier to deal than girls, they have less problems than girls. Female have their feelings more excited, and I wasn't, in those times, much skilled to help them. After I feel I had failed on a girl for the first time, I started to pick boys as godsons, and I don't regret any of them, except one.
God, I already feel the tears burning down my cheeks. That's why I don't like being sober, I think too much and remember to much sutff, and that makes my heart pound in my chest, makes me feel dizzy and nauseated of myself. Makes me feel the worst angel God ever had, whic is true, I just avoid that fact.
I think I thought too much, again. God, I need acohol. Heh, an angel addicted on booze. Funny. No, it's not funny, it's depressing, it's awful. A sacred creature corrupting all the other ones. One angel fouling all the other ones.
I can't control my fears and my feeling when I look straight into Fink's eyes. Everything that we did that night immediatly come to my mind and I start to shake. I feel like crying because if someday he ever finds out about my past, about who I was, this beautiful thing that I took so long, and ocasionally found could end. No, it is actually going to end.
When I reached the bathroom, The first thing I did was look to the image reflected on the mirror. I knew myself pretty well to know I wasn't okay. My eyes had a different color, a dead-green kind of, not my usually shivering green ones. Of course Fink would never realize that, he was too distracted on trying to find what happened to him, how was his life before that night.
Never in my deepest dreams I could let that happen. If Fink find out what I've done, everything he was before I cought him could come back and he could kill me. Well, I didn't care about my life anymore, because deep down inside of me, I was even more lost than he was, but an angel couldn't fake, couldn't hide?
I lifted my hand, touching my image on the mirror. I ran my fingers through my cheeks on the mirror, passing by my mouth and then coming back to my eyes. What the fuck happened to me? I had lost all the beauty I had as being an angel. Was I becoming a human? No, that couldn't happen. I couldn't be again that horrible creature, I couldn't live with myself if I ever be a human again.
Suddenly, I felt my body shiver again. My legs started to tremble and for a moment I felt I could stand still on my barefoot. I lost my air and my heart was about to explode. It was a suffocating pain. I wanted to scream but my voice refused to. God, please, if I'm dying, please, take me quickly. I've suffered a lot, I don't wanna die with pain.
It was like I needed to release my wings, but the bathroom was to small for that, and why the hell my body wanted my wings opened? Why was I feeling this? Tears started to burn down my cheeks and my mind just refused to think. I wish I was dead. Please, at least let me say goodbye to Fink, just let me tell the truth to him, I couldn't die in peace if I take this secret, this shit with me. I didn't eve know to where I was going if I died.
Twitch, just open the fucking goddamn wings! Do it for Fink! You're going to die if you don't fucking open! I fell on my kness on the floor, the tears blurring my sight. Everything was starting to become black and I couldn't my breathe. My chest refused to push air inside me, I was suffocating, I was dying, slowly.
My heart hurted so much that I put a hand over my chest, scratching to see if I could avoid a little the pain, but all in vain. I tried to scream again, but I didn't hear my voice coming out of my throat. I was desperate. I fell this time on my hands, lowering my head, the tears falling on the floor.
My heart, my mind, my body. I've lost it all. I didn't belong to myself anymore. I was just another piece os flesh throwed on Earth. I didn't belong to anywhere, not to Heaven, not to Earth, not to Hell. What a worthless way to exist. I remembered of my last godson, I remembered of Fink. When I felt I couldn't take anymore, I just let my body fall on the floor .
I could hear, but I couldn't see or speak anything. I felt I was already dying of suffocating when I heard Fink scream. After that, I heard quickly and desperate footsteps aproaching the bathroom. the next thing I felt was a pair of arms wrap around my body and cary me out of there.
I was half-conscious when Fink lay my body on the bed. He seated around my lap and his desperate hands caught my face. I could see his eyes one more time, when I started to close my own. Before I shut them, I felt desperate lips find mine. His tongue entered my mouth with no objection and his taste mixed with mine. He broke the kiss to pull my fragible chest into a hug, seating me. When I felt one of his tears touch my shoulder, my wings magically opened and my eyes wide opened as well.
~
Sorry for taking so long to update :/
What did you think? Any ideas?
Air xxx