[thread] I have a confession or two

[bulletdog]

Who: Heine Rammsteiner [bulletdog], Mello [vicious_solace], Bishop [bishop_n_queens] [closed]
Where: The church
When: [13/01/2008] [9:43 PM]
What: Heine meets Mello and stuff happens as usual .
Rating: Probably R

Comments

[vicious_solace]

Unlike Heine, Mello had it pretty rough, being wounded as hell and jumping out of windows after getting knives thrown at him by that asshole only to ask his girlfriend to fix him up and he sure as ever that he wasn't going to return back to the dorm room with the albino waiting there because shit would blow up as usual and for once, Mello just wanted a break and what was more comforting then being in a church by yourself and being glorified by God, though that in itself was utter bullshit, Mello just needed a place to stay and sleep and recover just in time for the tournament though his mind was still thinking about it, really he didn't care much about it but it was tempting still

[bulletdog]

Life was tough and tough shit to you. He hadn't been in his room anyways so Mello was avoiding and empty space. He'd been staying in the motel room with Beyond, only Beyond had been gone for awhile. It had been a long while sense he'd actually been on campus. Heine was pretty sure it didn't matter anyways. He went to class. That was all that mattered. The police covered his ass. He was sure the second he fell out of line he'd be kenneled

[vicious_solace]

Mello glared, obviously, he really didn't fucking appreciate being a couch for the dickhead and shifted his body, trying to get himself up but alas, the wounds just hurt more and practically gave up, turning his head away and folded his arms behind his head as though he had no fucking problem in the world, tough shit that wasn't true and he turned his head back again, letting out a rather painful groan before letting out a rather arrogant chuckle at Heine's words, like he knew everything about the blonde.

"Yeah, because you know me so much." He snarled as he tried to pull himself up now as far as he could, with the albino on his stomach and blonde threads clinging to his forehead, hand on the back of the pew and leaned up as closely as he could to the German, smirk twitching on his lips from the pain as the other hand placed behind him to keep balanced.

"Wish you were fucking there, babe." He hissed hatefully as the corner of his lip twitched once again, he was sick to fucking death about Heine, hell if he didn't have any sort of

[bulletdog]

Mello really had bad luck didn't he? He was shot by Heine, abandoned by L, and cut and slashed by Beyond. What did he have left here? It seemed Mello had even less than Heine did and he wondered if that was why he chose to stay in a church the night. That or he wondered if Bishop looked at him and saw the same thing Heine saw. Himself. Bishop was a forgiving sort of guy. He'd have to be. Heine figured he took pity on any poor soul looking as much a wreck as they were and wreaked of tainted blood.

Someone had to pity them. God sure as hell wouldn't.

Heine frowned a little. Not because he saw the pain Mello went through just to half assed sit up and make some cocky remark. Leathered fingers moved swiftly pushing the man back down. The toes of his boots clicked.

"Why are you still here Mello?"

[bulletdog]

It was funny how those words went unscorned. Just because Bishop knew that Heine withdrawing from such a thing was a massive step for him. Wasn't too long ago that there would be no second thoughts. Possibly because they both knew that no matter how much Heine would pray, nor how much Heine could change, nor anything Heine could ever do would wash his hands clean. Nothing could ever redeem his soul. Not ever

[bulletdog]

Faith? Was that it