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Log, Complete
When; July 11th [Near Midnight--Prohibit This!].
Rating; R [Language; Violence; Death].
Characters; Alfons Heiderich [![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
opfern] & Tayuya [violentflutist].
Summary; While the underdogs have their bloodbath, the leaders have their own rumble. HEAVEN OR HELL! Irish!Tayuya and Sicilian!Alfons reveal a history before providing an ending you only see in the movies.
Log;
If you shut out the sound of gunfire and screams that echoed down the alleyways, it was actually a beautiful night. The children and the lady had offered their kisses, and of course the Don was pleased with the apples brought to him.
In the midst of war and bloodshed, Alfons was seated on a bench so that he could lean back and admire the stars. Even in a city as corrupt as this, the stars would never change. The two picciottos with him seemed rather uncomfortable just standing there when there was a bloodbath going on not five blocks down, but of course they had their duty.
Was he waiting? What did he have to wait for? He knew, even if they didn't, and there was no way some mick was going to sneak up on him. He would have been able to smell it a mile off.
Rating; R [Language; Violence; Death].
Characters; Alfons Heiderich [
opfern] & Tayuya [violentflutist].Summary; While the underdogs have their bloodbath, the leaders have their own rumble. HEAVEN OR HELL! Irish!Tayuya and Sicilian!Alfons reveal a history before providing an ending you only see in the movies.
Log;
If you shut out the sound of gunfire and screams that echoed down the alleyways, it was actually a beautiful night. The children and the lady had offered their kisses, and of course the Don was pleased with the apples brought to him.
In the midst of war and bloodshed, Alfons was seated on a bench so that he could lean back and admire the stars. Even in a city as corrupt as this, the stars would never change. The two picciottos with him seemed rather uncomfortable just standing there when there was a bloodbath going on not five blocks down, but of course they had their duty.
Was he waiting? What did he have to wait for? He knew, even if they didn't, and there was no way some mick was going to sneak up on him. He would have been able to smell it a mile off.
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Not her saying his name... Did such things matter here where naught but the street signs and boarded up windows could hear their names whispered? No, it was the fact that she was right. His own boys had messed up, and it had put the entire family at risk.
Until she was dead, it would continue to stay messy, and he couldn't let this draw out too long. He certainly didn't feel like dancing with the bulls tonight of all nights.
"Ah, your concern is appreciated, Tayuya, but they certainly got their just dues for such a blunder. At the very least, they softened you up so that I could be the one to bump you off. It's more fitting this way, don't you think?"
He moved then as well, intent on circling right back, and keeping his distance. He wasn't going to be the one trapped at the center, oh no. He looked down on her now.
"You'd like to think you're quite the bearcat, am I right? But you're nothing but a balled up piece of trash by now." A smirk tugged at his lips, and his shoes clipped against the ground as he sped up. "Rats vomit you out."