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Log; Ongoing
When; July 17th [events are backdated]
Rating; PG-13 to R
Characters; Giovanni [![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
60_08]; Heine Rammsteiner [weisshaar]
Summary; Family ties never die, never falter, never wither.
Log;
Memories flood like a broken dam floods a city, when it comes to the things you'd like to forget.
It's the same for everyone, really - bad memories are never shut off because you find them in dreams, or nightmares, or the faces and touches of other people. You find horror when you look in the mirror, and you find solace in beating other people to death in a mindless haze.
That was the nature of a stray.
The nature of family, even, if Giovanni could so affectionately put it.
As it was, the memories that bind - poetic as it may sound, and there is something terribly sappy about the whole setup, actually - are the only things that urge in a city unfamiliar. Giovanni had found Heine, or rather he was the one found, and they had set for a little date so quickly it was almost amusing.
He was missed, maybe.
But it's been so damned long and it's been such a while and Heine was taking too much time just to show up, here, now, in front of the carousel, Giovanni with his hands smoothing through his tie while he waited.
O Brother, where art thou?
Rating; PG-13 to R
Characters; Giovanni [
60_08]; Heine Rammsteiner [weisshaar]Summary; Family ties never die, never falter, never wither.
Log;
Memories flood like a broken dam floods a city, when it comes to the things you'd like to forget.
It's the same for everyone, really - bad memories are never shut off because you find them in dreams, or nightmares, or the faces and touches of other people. You find horror when you look in the mirror, and you find solace in beating other people to death in a mindless haze.
That was the nature of a stray.
The nature of family, even, if Giovanni could so affectionately put it.
As it was, the memories that bind - poetic as it may sound, and there is something terribly sappy about the whole setup, actually - are the only things that urge in a city unfamiliar. Giovanni had found Heine, or rather he was the one found, and they had set for a little date so quickly it was almost amusing.
He was missed, maybe.
But it's been so damned long and it's been such a while and Heine was taking too much time just to show up, here, now, in front of the carousel, Giovanni with his hands smoothing through his tie while he waited.
O Brother, where art thou?
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Dark pupils moved left and right, scanning the myriad edifices blocking the shadowed scenery. The combination of Giovanni and a café was out of the question since Heine didn't want a repeat of the last time it two came together, although he pondered wether Giovanni in front of him was the same as that time's.
Not that it mattered much. He was still crazy and annoying as hell.
Sighing silently, he finally nodded north, past the blonde-haired and bug-eyed man. "Pick a building. Lots of them are empty. Though I don't know why you need all this hush-hush," he added, muttering.
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Of course.
He hadn't changed much since he'd left a time ago. Still harsh, still foul-tempered, still so emotional in a way that made him seem so apathetic to the entire world. Not part of any future, because God was he so ensconced in the past to notice time fly by him. Sad in so many ways - and yet indestructible in most senses. Crazy to some.
The one and only Haine Rammsteiner to Giovanni.
A breakdown and summary of his obsession, actually.
"Lead the way, then," Giovanni replied, stepping forward and setting himself beside and a little ways behind Haine, inclining his head to the same direction he nodded to. "And to answer your question - we've never been any for public decency, in the nicest sense possible."