"It's like in the great stories... The ones that really mattered. Full of darkness and danger, they were. And sometimes you didn't want to know the end, because how could the end be happy? How could the world go back to the way it was when so much bad had happened? But in the end, it's only a passing thing, this shadow. Even darkness must pass. A new day will come. And when the sun shines, it will shine out the clearer. Those were the stories that stayed with you. That meant something, even if you were too small to understand why."
aldiara on May 16th, 2011 08:39 am (UTC) Kaleidoscope, because why the fuck not.
Ben was too drunk to stand up straight, and about half a dozen Maximilians were dancing around the tiny room waving around half a dozen kendo staffs and yelling "HA!!!" very loudly. It was no fun at all. Ben's head was fuzzy and throbbing and Max's yelling didn't help.
"Maxiiieee," he slurred, resting his chin on the shoulder of the nearest Max. "I dun like dish game anymore. Lesh cuddle yeh?"
"The condor does not cuddle," Max informed him loftily.
Pouting, Ben curled up in a corner around his balled-up shirt. "You shtupid. Imma cuddle wi' mah mirror twin. Ash-ashhole."
lilithilien on May 16th, 2011 02:02 pm (UTC) THE CONDOR DOES NOT CUDDLE
I should not love this silly little thing as much as I do. But the thought of Ben completely off his face and Max still doing his kendo and making him dizzy is completely AWESOME.