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Adonis vernalis, Mentha longifolia, Lonicera ciliosa
Title: Adonis vernalis, Mentha longifolia, Lonicera ciliosa
Summary: Sorrowful remembrance, Virtue, Bonds of love
Rating: PG
Warnings: Minor cursing, trippyness
Update: one-shot
Other: for PWKM, promt was "post game 4 Apollo/Kristoph. in a dream. other than that, go nuts." Really want to do another version for this promt >> Once I get some promts knocked down.... Also, I AM SURE EVERYONE CAN TIE ME TOGETHER BY TITLES. @_@ Iamsuchadorkwithnames
Pawn to a3
He loved flowers, always had. He thinks it was the woman at the orphanage in Ohio, not that he can really remember her. But she'd have fresh ones at the table every day, and a garden in the back that she tried to get all the kids to help out with. They would have their own part of the garden so it'd be theirs when they blossomed.
"You have the papers?"
"O-of course! I left them on your desks, I also made copies from the Danc case and-"
"Thank you. That should be more then enough, Apollo. Make sure to not push yourself too much."
"Thank you for your concern sir."
The tea is perfect, but of course it is the man always did make the best tea even if they both agreed he made better biscuits. The honey was where it should be, as was the plates and himself.
He still felt something was missing though.
Sf3
"How are you?"
"...You don't need to treat this like it's a Sunday visit."
"Dammit! I'd punch you too if not for the glass."
"So you did punch him. And here I thought it was just rumors."
"Of course I did, after he-"
"Shut up. You're worse, you've killed two people and you would have killed two more if you could get away with it."
"Do you think I would have killed you?"
"As unpredictable as ever, Apollo. But then that was part of your charm."
A touch, light.
A punch, hard and sharp and god he can see the blood dripping from his mouth
You're Worried You'll Be Me. he doesn't wonder about the garden, or the vultures, or the teacup chairs they set in. his dress is ignored, though the other does look sharp in his suit and hat. As You Should, We Really Are Alike, In Ways You And Him Never Will Be. He's Too Criminal, He'll Never Be Law Like You And I Are.
I am not you
But You Still Want Something Else Then Him. You Want The Past.
And that is all there is, as it fades to back.
Title: Adonis vernalis, Mentha longifolia, Lonicera ciliosa
Summary: Sorrowful remembrance, Virtue, Bonds of love
Rating: PG
Warnings: Minor cursing, trippyness
Update: one-shot
Other: for PWKM, promt was "post game 4 Apollo/Kristoph. in a dream. other than that, go nuts." Really want to do another version for this promt >> Once I get some promts knocked down.... Also, I AM SURE EVERYONE CAN TIE ME TOGETHER BY TITLES. @_@ Iamsuchadorkwithnames
Pawn to a3
He loved flowers, always had. He thinks it was the woman at the orphanage in Ohio, not that he can really remember her. But she'd have fresh ones at the table every day, and a garden in the back that she tried to get all the kids to help out with. They would have their own part of the garden so it'd be theirs when they blossomed.
"You have the papers?"
"O-of course! I left them on your desks, I also made copies from the Danc case and-"
"Thank you. That should be more then enough, Apollo. Make sure to not push yourself too much."
"Thank you for your concern sir."
The tea is perfect, but of course it is the man always did make the best tea even if they both agreed he made better biscuits. The honey was where it should be, as was the plates and himself.
He still felt something was missing though.
Sf3
"How are you?"
"...You don't need to treat this like it's a Sunday visit."
"Dammit! I'd punch you too if not for the glass."
"So you did punch him. And here I thought it was just rumors."
"Of course I did, after he-"
"Shut up. You're worse, you've killed two people and you would have killed two more if you could get away with it."
"Do you think I would have killed you?"
"As unpredictable as ever, Apollo. But then that was part of your charm."
A touch, light.
A punch, hard and sharp and god he can see the blood dripping from his mouth
You're Worried You'll Be Me. he doesn't wonder about the garden, or the vultures, or the teacup chairs they set in. his dress is ignored, though the other does look sharp in his suit and hat. As You Should, We Really Are Alike, In Ways You And Him Never Will Be. He's Too Criminal, He'll Never Be Law Like You And I Are.
I am not you
But You Still Want Something Else Then Him. You Want The Past.
And that is all there is, as it fades to back.