Albert Heinrich (
silberfuchs) wrote in
makinglies2013-11-16 04:12 pm
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Russian Roulette
[How did Jet get him to agree to this?
Here they are, seated on the bed with the lights down low, both shirtless, and Jet with Albert's gun hand between his fingers as if it's something reverent rather than abhorrent. The effect is confusing to the German; that hand is death, that hand is everything he still despises about himself and can't let go of about Black Ghost, and here's Jet with those long white fingers caressing the metal, fascinated by it.
He'd said it would be good for him. That it's really not such a terrible thing if he has a weapon because he uses it to protect them.
But really, how did Jet talk him into this?
Albert just watches, morbidly transfixed.]
Here they are, seated on the bed with the lights down low, both shirtless, and Jet with Albert's gun hand between his fingers as if it's something reverent rather than abhorrent. The effect is confusing to the German; that hand is death, that hand is everything he still despises about himself and can't let go of about Black Ghost, and here's Jet with those long white fingers caressing the metal, fascinated by it.
He'd said it would be good for him. That it's really not such a terrible thing if he has a weapon because he uses it to protect them.
But really, how did Jet talk him into this?
Albert just watches, morbidly transfixed.]

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I'm not sure I would mind if even if you did. It'd be a badge of pride.
[A small smile plays across his lips and he presses them gently to Jet's as his eyes drop closed, shifting to get more comfortable and breathing a small sigh of contentment. He may be utterly spent both physically and emotionally, but there's a certain glow of warmth to it.]
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Well maybe I'll have to do that next time.
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