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marilla82 betaed some Yellow for me, even though she didn't have any idea who Taki and Goh are, and one sentence makes her twitch. She is surely love. And I can't always give her back what she deserves, but I think eventually, I'll be able to piece enough little things together to make it half way. So this, is for her.
Title: True Atheist
Fandom: Trigun Maximum manga-verse
Pairing: Legato/Wolfwood
Word count: 574
A/N: Quick-betaed for me by the beautifulpre_raphaelite1. Jess had voiced some interest in Legato/Wolfwood fic. Needless to say, I couldn't find any that didn't make my head hurt. So here's some that hopefully won't have that effect on others. Set just before Knives has Wolfwood follow Vash.
One was white and one was black.
The sex slave and murderer turned ally and priest; their lives lived in similar yet misaligned paths. They were so much alike it hurt them to look at each other. But they had to admit, they liked the pain. It reminded them that they weren’t as dead inside as they had previously thought. They weren’t as dead as they had been told they were.
Nicholas sprawled across the steps out front of the bar and smoked, like he did after all of their jobs. His arms and legs stretched away from his body at crooked angles and reached on forever. Legato stood behind him, hands in his pockets, and looked at the destruction they’d caused. He looked everywhere but at Nicholas. Nicholas pulled the cigarette out of his mouth and flicked some of the ash onto the floor boards underneath him. Then he returned it to its starting place and inhaled. The breath was too hard, and Legato could hear Nicholas’ ribs shake with the force of the wind.
“This isn’t going to be easy,” Nicholas said.
“Nothing is easy, Wolfwood.” Out of annoyance, Legato caused Nicholas’ lips to part so that he dropped the cigarette.
“Mmm…” Nicholas hummed and looked down at the half smoked cigarette smoldering on the ground between his legs. Then he leaned back and rested his head against Legato’s thigh. “But everything has a purpose.”
Legato snorted. “You believe that bullshit?”
“I am a man of the cloth, after all.”
Legato pulled his left hand from his pocket and held it over the top of Nicholas’ head. He didn’t touch him, but felt comforted by the closeness of him anyway. He eyed the cross Nicholas had propped against the wall when they had finished. It was white cloth and black straps, all hint of its true power hidden. The image of the covered cross always made him feel sentimental. Nicholas insisted that it was the power of God, but Legato knew it was something else. It was the color of the thing. The black was wrapped so tightly around the white that the cloth pulled away, strained against the protection of the straps in the vain hope of one day being able to hold all of that mercy on its own. It just needed a little more time. Legato just needed a little more time.
Legato pulled his hand away again. There was a moan from inside the bar.
“You’re getting sloppy,” Nicholas said. He pushed himself slowly to his feet and faced Legato, who watched him from behind red flecked blue bangs. Nicholas reached his hand between them and wiped some of the blood off on his nicotine stained fingers. He tried to pull them away, but couldn’t. He grinned.
“This may be the last time you ever touch me, and you’re taking the blood away?” Legato raised an eyebrow and released Nicholas’ hand. “What kind of devil saint are you?”
Nicholas ran his thumb from Legato’s ear to his mouth. It left behind it a faint streak of red down the pale cheek. “You have no faith in me, friend.”
“On the contrary,” Legato said. “You’re one of the two things I do have faith in. And from now on, those two things are seemingly opposed. One of them will die. I’m just casting my eye with the stronger of the two.”
“Spoken like a true atheist.” Nicholas said.
...
In other news, huzzah for Augustana and Snow Patrol tickets!!
One more post to come guys. Gomen. And stuff. >.>
marilla82 betaed some Yellow for me, even though she didn't have any idea who Taki and Goh are, and one sentence makes her twitch. She is surely love. And I can't always give her back what she deserves, but I think eventually, I'll be able to piece enough little things together to make it half way. So this, is for her. Title: True Atheist
Fandom: Trigun Maximum manga-verse
Pairing: Legato/Wolfwood
Word count: 574
A/N: Quick-betaed for me by the beautiful
pre_raphaelite1. Jess had voiced some interest in Legato/Wolfwood fic. Needless to say, I couldn't find any that didn't make my head hurt. So here's some that hopefully won't have that effect on others. Set just before Knives has Wolfwood follow Vash. One was white and one was black.
The sex slave and murderer turned ally and priest; their lives lived in similar yet misaligned paths. They were so much alike it hurt them to look at each other. But they had to admit, they liked the pain. It reminded them that they weren’t as dead inside as they had previously thought. They weren’t as dead as they had been told they were.
Nicholas sprawled across the steps out front of the bar and smoked, like he did after all of their jobs. His arms and legs stretched away from his body at crooked angles and reached on forever. Legato stood behind him, hands in his pockets, and looked at the destruction they’d caused. He looked everywhere but at Nicholas. Nicholas pulled the cigarette out of his mouth and flicked some of the ash onto the floor boards underneath him. Then he returned it to its starting place and inhaled. The breath was too hard, and Legato could hear Nicholas’ ribs shake with the force of the wind.
“This isn’t going to be easy,” Nicholas said.
“Nothing is easy, Wolfwood.” Out of annoyance, Legato caused Nicholas’ lips to part so that he dropped the cigarette.
“Mmm…” Nicholas hummed and looked down at the half smoked cigarette smoldering on the ground between his legs. Then he leaned back and rested his head against Legato’s thigh. “But everything has a purpose.”
Legato snorted. “You believe that bullshit?”
“I am a man of the cloth, after all.”
Legato pulled his left hand from his pocket and held it over the top of Nicholas’ head. He didn’t touch him, but felt comforted by the closeness of him anyway. He eyed the cross Nicholas had propped against the wall when they had finished. It was white cloth and black straps, all hint of its true power hidden. The image of the covered cross always made him feel sentimental. Nicholas insisted that it was the power of God, but Legato knew it was something else. It was the color of the thing. The black was wrapped so tightly around the white that the cloth pulled away, strained against the protection of the straps in the vain hope of one day being able to hold all of that mercy on its own. It just needed a little more time. Legato just needed a little more time.
Legato pulled his hand away again. There was a moan from inside the bar.
“You’re getting sloppy,” Nicholas said. He pushed himself slowly to his feet and faced Legato, who watched him from behind red flecked blue bangs. Nicholas reached his hand between them and wiped some of the blood off on his nicotine stained fingers. He tried to pull them away, but couldn’t. He grinned.
“This may be the last time you ever touch me, and you’re taking the blood away?” Legato raised an eyebrow and released Nicholas’ hand. “What kind of devil saint are you?”
Nicholas ran his thumb from Legato’s ear to his mouth. It left behind it a faint streak of red down the pale cheek. “You have no faith in me, friend.”
“On the contrary,” Legato said. “You’re one of the two things I do have faith in. And from now on, those two things are seemingly opposed. One of them will die. I’m just casting my eye with the stronger of the two.”
“Spoken like a true atheist.” Nicholas said.
...
In other news, huzzah for Augustana and Snow Patrol tickets!!
One more post to come guys. Gomen. And stuff. >.>
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I just...thank you!
*squishes*
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2. How much are tickets?
3. Do you know if it had sold out?
4. Hard Rock or House of Blues?
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