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tampered2007-01-04 04:39 am
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→ Log; Complete
When; January 3rd, evening.
Rating; PG
Characters; Naoe Nagi [![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
ephemeralthing] & Schuldig [guise_and_guilt]
Summary; Wherein Schuldig and Nagi move in together, and Hell freezes over. ♥
Log;
Time, Schuldig decided, was one of those volatile consistencies. Regardless of persons involved or locations torn down, it was almost a guaranteed bet that Time would Fuck Something Up. All it took was a fraction of a second or a quarter of a lifetime, and buildings fell, men died, cats drowned; and along with it, time wound telekenetics, telepaths, clairvoyants, and one-eyed sado-masochists through impossible loopholes straight into a literal (though mostly metaphorical) hell.
It really wasn't fair.
He wasn't one to believe in hellish afterlives or romanticized forever-mores - and far be it, really, for him to show even the slightest bit of reverence (or shame) in holy places - but if things continued barreling down the path that they were going... well. There was much to be said about time, luck, and snow in hell.
A day hadn't even passed since the moment when Schuldig had tumbled from a collapsing building into an ocean of maul-happy sea life. And in that instant, he really had expected to do either one of two things: kick the bucket/building remains/whatever, or wind up badly maimed and missing a limb or two. It was with such thoughts in mind that Schuldig considered himself blessed that he'd set aside a small portion of his human heart for moments of disbelief.
Except, now, he was back in the City.
And he was trekking through a field of snow. In the City of Hell.
"Scheiße," he uttered beneath his breath, watching with a lethargic sort of fascination as his breath fanned out in puffs. It really was fucking cold and where the hell was Nagi, again? Maybe if he could find the origin of the thoughts, he could --
Ah, there.
Hunching over his posture, Schuldig deliberately slowed down his strides as he approached the younger male – sure that, if anything, his trademark green coat would catch Nagi’s attention. Only when he was in talking distance did he finally allow his hands to fall away from the pockets of his coat. Lazily, he arched a brow in greeting.
"And you don't call this nurturing?"
…Nevermind the fact that Schuldig was probably an hour late. He wasn't very good with keeping time, anyway.
Rating; PG
Characters; Naoe Nagi [
ephemeralthing] & Schuldig [guise_and_guilt]Summary; Wherein Schuldig and Nagi move in together, and Hell freezes over. ♥
Log;
Time, Schuldig decided, was one of those volatile consistencies. Regardless of persons involved or locations torn down, it was almost a guaranteed bet that Time would Fuck Something Up. All it took was a fraction of a second or a quarter of a lifetime, and buildings fell, men died, cats drowned; and along with it, time wound telekenetics, telepaths, clairvoyants, and one-eyed sado-masochists through impossible loopholes straight into a literal (though mostly metaphorical) hell.
It really wasn't fair.
He wasn't one to believe in hellish afterlives or romanticized forever-mores - and far be it, really, for him to show even the slightest bit of reverence (or shame) in holy places - but if things continued barreling down the path that they were going... well. There was much to be said about time, luck, and snow in hell.
A day hadn't even passed since the moment when Schuldig had tumbled from a collapsing building into an ocean of maul-happy sea life. And in that instant, he really had expected to do either one of two things: kick the bucket/building remains/whatever, or wind up badly maimed and missing a limb or two. It was with such thoughts in mind that Schuldig considered himself blessed that he'd set aside a small portion of his human heart for moments of disbelief.
Except, now, he was back in the City.
And he was trekking through a field of snow. In the City of Hell.
"Scheiße," he uttered beneath his breath, watching with a lethargic sort of fascination as his breath fanned out in puffs. It really was fucking cold and where the hell was Nagi, again? Maybe if he could find the origin of the thoughts, he could --
Ah, there.
Hunching over his posture, Schuldig deliberately slowed down his strides as he approached the younger male – sure that, if anything, his trademark green coat would catch Nagi’s attention. Only when he was in talking distance did he finally allow his hands to fall away from the pockets of his coat. Lazily, he arched a brow in greeting.
"And you don't call this nurturing?"
…Nevermind the fact that Schuldig was probably an hour late. He wasn't very good with keeping time, anyway.