"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."
giorgiakerr on May 16th, 2011 08:00 am (UTC) OH HAI BULLE
He was going to kill those bastards. Fucking Mike. Fucking Ingo. Fucking Roman, the ice fucking princess. And fucking, motherfucking Deniz.
Bulle tried to breathe evenly as he pulled the tutu up his thighs, feeling the coarse material scratch on his hair through the thin tights. he'd been relieved to find the locker-room deserted, but he could sense the upcoming humiliation. He gritted his teeth. Someone would pay; he didn't care who.
Because this wasn't his fault. He wasn't some fag, like the Wild guy, who pranced around flaunting his perversions shamelessly.
It wasn't his fault that he was wearing this fucking hung. Because if it were his fault, his choice, then he'd have absolutely no excuse for liking it.
aldiara on May 17th, 2011 04:52 am (UTC) Re: OH HAI BULLE
Oh this! God, that's good. Because yes, hilarious, and OF COURSE HE LIKES IT (bloody closet case), but it also made my chest go all tight because yeah, Ingo's awesome humiliation strategy is totally what could've pushed Bulle over the edge and made him decide for sure that he was going to fuck Roman up. Not that he probably wouldn't have if Ingo HADN'T done something, because people like Bulle don't work that way, and I did so love Ingo for doing this. But at the same time they're unquestionably tangled up in each other and I'm just babbling now, but gah, Giorgia. This made me feel things. *wibbles and clings*