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Post by "Zero" Americanski on Sept 13, 2004 3:20:22 GMT -5
I am somewhat shocked to see that Misha has shown up and I am now trapped in Bassarov's apartment. I use all my skill to sneak into a room and teleport back to my own apartment... Misha, please accomplish what I have failed... Please make Valodya feel better!
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Post by Mikhael Nadyezhda (Mischa) on Sept 13, 2004 3:21:31 GMT -5
"That's no good..."
I scratch my head.
"I've been alright, I've just been thinking some things over... It's just... It's kinda hard for me, you know?"
I lean forward.
"I really just came by to say hi, but I should get going pretty fast... I'm pretty tired, and wanted to let you know that I still exist."
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Sept 13, 2004 3:26:06 GMT -5
"Its hard for me as well, it is horrible. To love someone but have no idea how that fits into life or the universe. But thanks for stopping over, and of course I remember that you exist."
Bassarov runs his hand through his hair, which is greasier than usual.
He coughs a little more, and become a shade paler.
"Ha, well, it is good to see you."
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Post by Mikhael Nadyezhda (Mischa) on Sept 13, 2004 3:28:55 GMT -5
"And it's good to see you as well."
I stand up, and walk to the door.
"I hope you feel better, Vossya."
I walk out, and head back to my apartment, finishing two cigarettes on the way back. Tonight is a cold night, but I decide to sleep on the roof anyways. It's not like it's much warmer in my room.
I climb up through the hole, and stare up at the stars, thinking of far off places.
((Goodnight.))
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Sept 13, 2004 3:32:04 GMT -5
The encounter, like so many others with Mischa recently was painfully brief and yeilded nothing. Bassarov watches the door as Mischa goes. He stands and looks at it for a long time. Another coughing spell hits him. He falls to his knees and starts to cry.
"Why doesn't he care? Why can't I reconcile this?" he sobs to himself
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Post by "Zero" Americanski on Sept 13, 2004 3:43:38 GMT -5
I teleport back into Bassarov's apartment. I walk up in front of him and kneel so our faces are level. "Misha is his own man, and inside I'm sure he is hurting too. I wish I could do more to help you, and him."
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Sept 13, 2004 3:47:35 GMT -5
"It hurts me horribly. I can't stand this. I can't. I want everything to just be normal again. I..." He wipes his eyes and looks at Zero. He hugs her and starts to cry again. "I am so idiotic. I let this happen. I could have prevented it...I can't make things work again..."
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Post by "Zero" Americanski on Sept 13, 2004 3:52:24 GMT -5
I hug Bassarov back and pat his back. "It's okay. Things will go back to the way they were... Misha will get over this, as long as he loves you he will get over it... I know I would anyways." I feel akward, councilling my counciller on the facts of life. I hug him slightly tighter then let my arms go slack. "It'll all be okay..."
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Sept 13, 2004 3:54:44 GMT -5
"I'm sorry, I should be stronger than this. It is just hurtful that is all." He wipes his eyes and becomes composed once again
"I am tired, so a little more sensitive than usual. I should go to sleep. If you want you can stay over. It is comforting."
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Post by "Zero" Americanski on Sept 13, 2004 3:58:25 GMT -5
"If it'll help you then I will stay with you. Besides, I want to be close to you again." I'm itching for a cigarette, but there are more important things in life than serving one's addictions. "Even if you just want to sleep... I would love to spend the night with you."
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Sept 13, 2004 4:01:31 GMT -5
"Good I hate sleeping alone, I hate being alone. I am sorry I am such a mess." He takes off his black jacket and goes to his room.
"You do make me feel better. I don't know what I would do without you. You are more than loyal. I don't even know what to call it..." he sits on his bed and unbuttons his shirt.
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Post by "Zero" Americanski on Sept 13, 2004 4:05:44 GMT -5
"Obediant? Caring? Compassionate? All of the above?" I ask him as I remove my own shirt. I sit across from him, and look him in the eyes and smile. "You look so much more attractive when you smile..."
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Sept 13, 2004 4:10:39 GMT -5
He feels a little stronger and a little less sick.
He tries to smile and have hope.
"Things will work out, they have to work out. It is just a matter of when...yes. They will..." he turns and unzips Zero's pants, pulls them off, then removes his own.
He pulls her towards him and embraces her. His skin is pale and wet. It sticks to her as he kisses her in his fevered state.
Even his hair is wet, and hanging off his face in clumps like sticky black noodles.
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Post by "Zero" Americanski on Sept 13, 2004 4:13:26 GMT -5
I hold him tightly and kiss him back fearlessly, as most human afflictions, especially those that could be employed as weapons, can't affect me. "Yes, things will be fine... But don't worry." I pull him down and into bed, then pull the covers over us.
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Sept 13, 2004 4:18:53 GMT -5
"Yes, this feels much nicer. I long for your closeness even when I am decaying inside with pain for lost things." He kisses her, but then turns away to cough. He rubs his leg against her's and rests his head on the pillow, a looks at her through his blood shot eyes, with tenderness but immense pain.
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