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Into the darkness.

The biting cold of the air touched their skins. In the shadows they stood, silent and calm, exchanging no words, but staring into each eyes. For a moment time seemed to take a halt; nothing moved, not even the earth rotated around its axis. All motion in the universe seemed to be frozen down to zero Kelvin degrees; and only the faint vibrations of the atoms where left.

Then Loui finally put an end to the fascinating, yet awkard stillness. “You know, there is no hope for me. Or both of us,” he said and took a cigarette out of the pockets of his brand new snow-white labcoat. “I am the kind of person you should not trust. And I will get you into trouble. And in the worst case you will die,” he held the cigarette in one hand and snipped with the other; the friction from his fingers he used up to perform a fire spell to ignite the cigarette. He leaned back to the cold wall behind him and inhaled and then exhaled the smoke. “Ah, that's good. I didn't have one since a while now.”

Nikolai didn't say anything at first. He just observed Loui; mustered every movement his opposite made. Whenever their gazes touched it felt for a moment as if they both would be loosing themselves in each of their eyes. It was a feeling both were afraid of; for there was really no way of them becoming entangled. The danger was too high, let alone the moral dilemma resulting from such an intimate relationship.

“But,” Nikolai began, “why are you so obsessed with me? Why do you keep to return and clinge to me? Wasn't it better for both of us, if we would just stay out of our ways?” Of course it was hypocritical what he said. After all, he developed the idea that it ws his task to help Loui, to become his friend and companion on the hard way of resocialization or integration, as the therapists would say. It was him too, who could not part.

Loui pulled on his cigarettes, his green eyes starting to glimmer under the dim light of the street lamp. Suddendly there was it again; that familiar and freightening look in his eyes that screamed danger. “You really want to know? Well – I like the pain. I enjoy torturing myself and I am addicted to it. So I come back for more.”

Lame ass scene in my story, writting very badly and on a whim. As people have repeatedly told me, I should just let the words come out for the first drafts, so excuse if there are any mistakes.

Now it looks like it's a cliché Yaoi Fanfic, but I promise, there will hopefully a lot more interesting things. And Niko's and Loui's relationship is far more complex than a serial killer falling in love with a naive, good hearted (but also somewhat deluded) psychiatrist. The question wheter or not someone as dangerous and broken as Loui deserves to be loved is one of the main plot points (Loui's one of the main protagonists after all)

This drawing took forever to make, because I was lazy and demotivated. It's an experiment with light and shadows. Nikolai does not appear because I wanted to focus on Loui here.

Loui is my OC.

Description
Into the darkness.

The biting cold of the air touched their skins. In the shadows they stood, silent and calm, exchanging no words, but staring into each eyes. For a moment time seemed to take a halt; nothing moved, not even the earth rotated around its axis. All motion in the universe seemed to be frozen down to zero Kelvin degrees; and only the faint vibrations of the atoms where left.

Then Loui finally put an end to the fascinating, yet awkard stillness. “You know, there is no hope for me. Or both of us,” he said and took a cigarette out of the pockets of his brand new snow-white labcoat. “I am the kind of person you should not trust. And I will get you into trouble. And in the worst case you will die,” he held the cigarette in one hand and snipped with the other; the friction from his fingers he used up to perform a fire spell to ignite the cigarette. He leaned back to the cold wall behind him and inhaled and then exhaled the smoke. “Ah, that's good. I didn't have one since a while now.”

Nikolai didn't say anything at first. He just observed Loui; mustered every movement his opposite made. Whenever their gazes touched it felt for a moment as if they both would be loosing themselves in each of their eyes. It was a feeling both were afraid of; for there was really no way of them becoming entangled. The danger was too high, let alone the moral dilemma resulting from such an intimate relationship.

“But,” Nikolai began, “why are you so obsessed with me? Why do you keep to return and clinge to me? Wasn't it better for both of us, if we would just stay out of our ways?” Of course it was hypocritical what he said. After all, he developed the idea that it ws his task to help Loui, to become his friend and companion on the hard way of resocialization or integration, as the therapists would say. It was him too, who could not part.

Loui pulled on his cigarettes, his green eyes starting to glimmer under the dim light of the street lamp. Suddendly there was it again; that familiar and freightening look in his eyes that screamed danger. “You really want to know? Well – I like the pain. I enjoy torturing myself and I am addicted to it. So I come back for more.”

Lame ass scene in my story, writting very badly and on a whim. As people have repeatedly told me, I should just let the words come out for the first drafts, so excuse if there are any mistakes.

Now it looks like it's a cliché Yaoi Fanfic, but I promise, there will hopefully a lot more interesting things. And Niko's and Loui's relationship is far more complex than a serial killer falling in love with a naive, good hearted (but also somewhat deluded) psychiatrist. The question wheter or not someone as dangerous and broken as Loui deserves to be loved is one of the main plot points (Loui's one of the main protagonists after all)

This drawing took forever to make, because I was lazy and demotivated. It's an experiment with light and shadows. Nikolai does not appear because I wanted to focus on Loui here.

Loui is my OC.