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[teetheyes]

Dear Cori,

This is it, Cori. This is all that there is; I know it’s hard. I hope that by the time you’ve gotten this letter, you’ve started to move on, but maybe that’s too much to ask. I know that’s the problem with eternity. Mundies have it much easier, as if they don’t take as long to get over things.

But if it means anything to you.

I love you more than I’ve ever loved anything. I was never really very sexual, and I still don’t consider myself very sexual, because there’s only one person I really ever have sex with. You open me up, you see me whole. You appreciate the fighter and the musician and you know, you’ve always known, that despite the fact that I don’t want this war, that I had to go. And most importantly, you’re satisfied with the office clerk in me, the boy who never was good at love or glory or passion. You’re satisfied with that, and that is the greatest gift you could ever give me.

So I can only give you everything of me.

It’s very late, while I’m writing this. It’s very quiet in the house, and you’re fast asleep. I’m crying because I can’t bear to think of how lonely you’ll be. I don’t want you to be lonely, Cori.

I said if you ever treated me badly I’d put you in the doghouse; and I still adhere to that. But you’ve been the most loyal and loving nightmare I’ve ever known (nevermind you’re the only nightmare I’ve ever known) and with the exception of a few rare instances of your brilliant idiocy, I’ve never wanted you out of my life.

I will remember you forever. Even if I die at war, even if I cannot dream, even if I live until the sun dies, I will remember you.

You’ve put part of me at peace, and I will always be with you.

After this letter, there isn’t much left to keep you engaged, but I hope that hunting for them, looking for them has kept you from being miserable. Please try and be okay, Cori. Let someone else in. Friendship can only help.

Love,

Boy Blue

I despise you.

[ooc: Strikeouts NOT there. Thing from Constantine dead buried in the middle of the street, except it's not quite real so he's even more pissed! Approach with caution.]

Comments

Re: At least it's not the pen.

[ntrlbrnkiller.livejournal.com]

Are ya surprised? Apparently a lot o' people thing mass murderers can't be good lovers, too. Rather stereotypical o' them.

An' that movie was fuckin' incredible.

Re: At least it's not the pen.

[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

I thought you had better style.

[Stare. Just..... stare.]

Are you for real?

Re: At least it's not the pen.

[ntrlbrnkiller.livejournal.com]

So lovin' ain't in style?

[Stares back. Big blue eyes. Please don't eat them.]

So I like romantic movies.

Re: At least it's not the pen.

[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

......

[Holding back a laugh. Maybe not. Snicker. Snort.]

That's rich.

Re: At least it's not the pen.

[ntrlbrnkiller.livejournal.com]

Oh, what're you laughin' about? I'm a killer so my favorite movie has to be Scarface or American Psycho or somethin'?

[Mickey is relieved that at least Cori isn't moping anymore.]

What's your favorite movie, big-shot?

Re: At least it's not the pen.

[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

You.

[Honest question, honest answer. But when Mickey asks, he has to actually think about it.]

Shit, Nosferatu? Peeping Tom? Re-Animator?

Re: At least it's not the pen.

[ntrlbrnkiller.livejournal.com]

Horror junkie, huh? I like 'em too, but I prefer a good romance. Gone With the Wind, Casablanca, stuff like that.

An' laugh at me all ya want, I ain't gonna change.

Re: At least it's not the pen.

[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

No one's asking you to. It'd cramp my style.

[He actually laughs. Oh damn, is that joint running low?]

Re: At least it's not the pen.

[ntrlbrnkiller.livejournal.com]

You said I had style too, man, don' deny it.

[He looks down, his joint is also running low.]

That's all I got here I'm afraid. When you gettin' out?

Re: At least it's not the pen.

[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

Don't know. Sounds like it depends on the guy who called me in.

[He stares at his joint dully then smokes the rest of it down before he grinds it out on the concrete.]

Don't go after him either. He'll fuck you up.

Re: At least it's not the pen.

[ntrlbrnkiller.livejournal.com]

Damn, tough break. I got more where I'm crashin' but that ain't much use to you here.

[Mickey just tosses the stub away.]

An' the last cop tazed me in the balls. I don' imagine I could be fucked up worse than that.

Re: At least it's not the pen.

[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

[Snort.]

Now that's funny.

Re: At least it's not the pen.

[ntrlbrnkiller.livejournal.com]

Fuck, that hurt for days. Couldn't even jack off in my cell after lights out.

[He smiles.]

I s'pose I'd laugh if it happened to someone else though.

Re: At least it's not the pen.

[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

You bet your ass you would.

[He won't share how Abel kicked him in the balls once though. Never that.]

Re: At least it's not the pen.

[ntrlbrnkiller.livejournal.com]

I guess I'm just mean like that.

[The pot made him hungry. He wishes he would've brought a snack. Stomach growl.]

Uh...so, how'd you manage to avoid prison back in your own world, anyways?

Re: At least it's not the pen.

[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

I was that good. That's all.

[His stomach doesn't growl, and what he hasn't told Mickey is that his body doesn't have to process like a normal human being's.]

I wasn't looking for public exposure either.

Re: At least it's not the pen.

[ntrlbrnkiller.livejournal.com]

Neither was I, but I got it an' decided to enjoy it.

[He's waited longer for food before and is mostly used to it by now. He ignores his hunger.]

Got caught because the guy at the guy at the pharmacy knew who I was an' he unfortunately was not a fan o' mine.

Re: At least it's not the pen.

[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

My predecessor came in like a ghost in the night.

[Poetic maybe, but now Cori feels the need to differentiate between him self and the first.]

Re: At least it's not the pen.

[ntrlbrnkiller.livejournal.com]

Predecessor? You mean there was another guy before you who did...

[He thinks for a moment. What does a guy with eye-teeth do for a living?]

...whatever you do? What do you do, anyways?

Re: At least it's not the pen.

[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

Yeah. The first Corinthian, born on the shores of the Sea of Night before the time of Orpheus.

[He sounds like he's giving a practiced speech. Well that's cause he is.]

Re: At least it's not the pen.

[ntrlbrnkiller.livejournal.com]

Cryptic. I still got no idea what you're s'posed to do, but I guess serial killer is a job in it's own right.

Re: At least it's not the pen.

[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

It wasn't my job, asshole. I'm a nightmare.

That shit was a hobby or whatever. His, not mine.

Re: At least it's not the pen.

[ntrlbrnkiller.livejournal.com]

Nightmare? Well, that explains how you'd know about my...childhood problems.

An' you sayin' you ain't never killed a guy? Or jus' not serial-killed?

Re: At least it's not the pen.

[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

[He watches Mickey a moment, then shakes his head.]

Not serial killed. But we have the same memories. It's complicated.

Re: At least it's not the pen.

[ntrlbrnkiller.livejournal.com]

Huh. I don' think I can relate to that, sorry. But I'm always a good listener.

[He looks up and laughs slightly.]

Unless that's too sappy for you, tough guy.