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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.
no subject
Not desiring to make a fool of himself like Tayuya was, he just let his head rest back against the ground--still. Peaceful. The Capo di Tutti Capi was not going to be found looking like a scared little girl trying to crawl away from death.
No he didn't want it, but he could accept it with open arms. ...Partially opened arms.
"Because, you daft bird," he wheezed out, only to choke on the blood that had managed to bubble up and become too much of a weight. The coughing fit that resulted somehow felt familiar, but Alfons couldn't place why. He had never been sickly.
"Because...they're the only things...beautiful enough to be looking at. And I'm fairly sure..." Blue eyes became grey and glassy, and his voice became weaker as he fought to remember why he was even here. "...I won't have a moon roof in Hell."