magic_fratboy: (magic - the avatar wants YOU!)
Viva la Vida by Coldplay. That’s my theme song, has been since I came into my powers last year. If you’ve ever heard it, and you’d have to be living under a rock not to have, you know why. The melody, the string sections…it’s a powerful song and it evokes powerful feelings.

It means more to me than the emotion it calls up, though. It’s a story about us…who we are, who we’re going to become. Forgotten kings and power, it’s a story about redemption and how there’s none to be had. No rest for the wicked or the blessed. It’s one man standing up and calmly telling the truth: he knows in his heart he’ll never see the gates of Heaven.

That’s me. Whatever hereafter there might be, Tartarus or Elysium, Heaven or Hell, my loved ones will go there. In all likelihood, I never will. Unless I’m very lucky and I get shot or stabbed or fucking cancer before I die, when my life ends there won’t be anything left. No salvation, no reincarnation…just a notch in a celestial gun nobody will ever see.

And we choose this, me and the avatars like me. We make a conscious choice to end our lives knowing there’s no hope for us in death.

There’s only hope for you.

This is my theme song because it’s yours. My people don’t exist without you, and you’re the masters we serve. We’re the puppets on lonely strings. You are the wicked and wild wind, the shattered windows and sound of drums. You are the revolutionaries waiting for the head of the king. We’re the sea, commanded to rise…we move, we breathe at your whim.

If an avatar never again had to fight the darkness, we would still be yours to destroy. Every avatar is born with the borrowed face of a living human, and every time a human being loses hope, one of my people dies.

You are the power. You always have been. When you rise each morning, remember that. Know that in your image, we are made. Our hearts beat in time to yours.

You make the magic. All we do is use it.

Muse: Tommy Karras
Fandom: Original Character
Words: 363
magic_fratboy: (emote - offered hand)
NOTE: lyrics are from "Set Fire To The Third Bar" by Snow Patrol.

"How could this have happened? A miracle, in a time when we don't see many miraculous things!"

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Their words mostly noises
Ghosts with just voices
Your words in my memory
Are like music to me


She’s on the far side of him, wrapped in concrete and steel behind a wall of glass and wood. She’s in clothes that don’t quite fit, hair hanging in eyes that haven’t seen the impossible shadows. Darkness fills them, empty and afraid, but innocence in her face tells him what the voice droning in the distance is already getting to.

“…traumatic events have caused retrograde amnesia. We don’t know if she’ll ever remember who she is or what happened, we can only hope. It’s the only way to find…”

He lets the voice fall away again as he moves towards the two way mirror separating them. She’s standing now, idly wandering around the perimeter of the room. For months, he’s been wrapped in a sense of this, the moment before he walked through the door and saw her there in concrete and steel.

The wait was over... )

Muse: Tommy Karras
Fandom: Original Character
Words: 838
magic_fratboy: (emote - sunglasses)
While the world and the body moves…he dreams.

He’s at the table once again, dealing a hand of poker with another man, only it’s not Harry. It’s a man he recognizes all too well, except for the blood red eyes set in features he’s only ever looked at in the mirror.

And this time, he knows what to do, what to ask…he knows how to get his answers.

“Who are you?”

“I am you. I am Harry. I am the god of hindsight.”

“You’re jerking me around. What’d you do to me?”

His doppelganger regarded his hand of cards thoughtfully, his voice deeper and more resonant than his own. “I took you from the world before you got yourself killed.”

“Who. The fuck. Are you?!”

The double stilled, finally lifting his gaze back up, glaring red eyes piercing through him.

“The soul animates all living things except for us. Where our soul should live, hope has taken its place. It gives us personality and thought, animates the flesh and grants us power.” He paused, regarding Tommy with a tilt of his head. “Except for us. We have a soul, a Titan soul. A god gives us personality and thought, animates our flesh and grants us power.”

“So…you’re Epimetheus?”

The double shook his head. “Not exactly. I am all of you. At the core of that soul is a convergence, an energy that holds life fast. Memory, experience…it is why you remember. It is the place that the cup of Lethe cannot touch. Though the first of our lives is strongest in my memory, you may think of me as an echo. I am the sum of all three of you, answerable to all names and responsible to that which we all answer to: the power.”

“You’re…the one that comes out when I get pissed?”

The double nodded. “Titan fury. The impatience of brilliance. The passion of a leader. I am the one who will always know the truth of…everything. And I am the worst all three of you have to offer.”

He paused, and for a moment Tommy was spellbound as the double stood and moved around the table to face him.

“This means I will not release you until your Source has returned.”

“I don’t understand.”

“The woman who completes you. The heart of your power. Without her, you will eventually weaken and die with all you have endured.”

Before he could respond, the double laid a hand on his forehead. Healing warmth and drowsiness overtook him.

“Sleep. Awake when you can rule again.”

Unable to resist, Tommy obeyed as he was claimed by a deep, healing sleep.

Muse: Tommy Karras
Fandom: Original Character
Words: 447
magic_fratboy: (emote - hugs & kisses)
NOTE: Long overdue, but done at last, a little something from Tommy's Snuggle Meme. Done for [livejournal.com profile] senseofliberty, who requested Tommy/Rachel. Rachel is used with tender loving care, and any OOC-ness is all my fault. Enjoy. :P

Fairytales don’t tell children that dragons exist. Children already know that dragons exist. Fairytales tell children that the dragons can be slain.

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“So if you have all this power to fight evil, how come you can’t kill it?”

“Because we’re not meant to.”

“Oh…kay…”

Smiling a little, Tommy walked alongside Rachel as they strolled through the casino, shoving his hands in his pockets. “It’s not what we do. We make dents, chip away at the darkness so the light can shine through. Only good can hurt evil, and we’re not it. We’re hope…there’s a difference.”

“I don’t see it.” Rachel insisted, shaking her head a little as she eyed a blackjack table as they passed.

“Think of it in terms of heroes and monsters. The Darkness is both the dragon and the evil witch that controls it. We’re not the prince on his white horse…we’re his sword.” He replied, shrugging. “We pack a whallop, but we don’t actually do anything without someone to guide us. Pick us up, take a swing…that’s what humans are for. You guys are the white knight. We’re your weapon. That’s what hope is: you know that there’s a chance to slay the dragon if there’s just something around sharp enough to stab it with. Without it? It can’t be killed.”

She was quiet a moment before nodding slowly, smiling a little. “I think I get it…sorta.”

A heartbeat later, she stopped in her tracks and half-stepped, half-flung herself forward to wrap him suddenly in a warm, impulsive hug. Grunting a little in surprise, Tommy wrapped his arms around her shoulders and hugged her back warmly, laughing as he rubbed her back for a moment before pressing his cheek against hers.

“Thanks for what you do, Tommy. It means a lot…especially to people like me.”

Grinning, he drew back just enough to meet her gaze, brushing her hair off her face in a friendly manner. “Believe me, babe…the pleasure’s all mine.”

Muse: Tommy Karras
Fandom: Original Character
Words: 308
magic_fratboy: (emote - dreamer)
The power outage a couple hours before had forced him to bring out the candles, but even after the lights came back on, he left the melted stubs out for the baby.

With the lights out and three candles burning on the coffee table, not much more than stubs of wax cradling flickering tongues of flame, Tommy sat on the floor in front of the sofa with Mayilia cradled back against his chest so she could watch the fire dance. He was as entranced with her as she was with the fire, fascinated by the movement of her eyes and the way she worked her tiny mouth open and shut, as if she was trying to comment on the incomprehensible display before her.

“Is it pretty?” he asked her softly, reaching up to gently stroke the downy thatch of dark hair that was coming in thick and straight. He had no doubt it would take on the same wave both he and Zee had, soon as it grew longer…

She turned her head and tried to look up at him when he spoke. His heart clenched, watching her respond to his voice…knowing him, answering him in her own way. He was so impatient to know what she was saying, eager for the day when she’d become more than a vision of her mother, but an actual little person with opinions to express and thoughts of her own.

Grinning, he pointed at the candles and watched her. “What’s that? Is it pretty? You see the pretty fire?”

Flashing her baby smile at him, she turned back to the candles and cooed, lifting one arm and waving at them. One day she would point, one day she would be able to tell him.

Extending a hand, he turned to focus on the candles and smiled as he lifted his arm, calling to the fire as he did. The candles flared, rising to the call of power as the tongues grew and split, leaving three on the wicks and three floating above them, rising higher and moving as Tommy moved his hand. This way, that, they danced in midair as Mayilia rested her head back against his chest and tried to look up high, fascinated by the display.

In the darkness of his living room, Tommy turned three tongues of flame into dozens and made them fly. With little more than a thought, he made magic for his infant daughter and watched her marvel at the simple majesty of fire, and the greater feat of the power that was her birthright.

He gave her magic, and as she smiled and laughed, she gave that magic right back to him.

Muse: Tommy Karras
Fandom: Original Character
Words: 446
magic_fratboy: (fraternity - battle)
“Do you have any fuckin' idea how ridiculous that is?”

Elpis merely smiled, wearing the old skin of Dog Carter as he set the little teddy bear holding a golden apple in Mayilia's crib. He looked just like the man Tommy knew, jeans and a tank top, twin barbells gracing one eyebrow. Yet...Tommy knew it wasn't his comrade in arms, not anymore.

“Keep that in her crib, and she'll never need a doctor. The old saw holds truth, especially when the golden apples of immortality give their blessings to the young.” he quipped in response.

“But she's not...”

“It's a talisman, nothing more. She'll stay healthy as you please, but she's as mortal as you are.”

Tommy hated himself for being instantly comforted as he reached in and rubbed his little girl's stomach, watching as she reached out to grab at the new toy in front of her. He already knew she was an avatar like he was, but if she turned out to be an Immortal as well...if that was even possible...the idea frightened him.

It hit without warning as Mayilia began to whimper in her crib, then wail mightily... )

Muse: Tommy Karras
Fandom: Original Character
Words: 627
magic_fratboy: (emote - crying)
NOTE: Based on this letter received from Cinzia ([livejournal.com profile] inlight_ofcinz) just after Ziyah's death.

It’s all that’s left…a letter with an all too familiar coffee stain and silence ringing in his ears while he reads. The words are in her familiar busy scrawl, empty and meaningless without her voice to give them warmth and nuance.

The coffee stain means more to him than the tender words of comfort and love ever could. He can see her in his mind’s eye, cursing in Italian and moving her cup when she sees the damp ring forming on the stationary. She’d be too impatient to start over, knowing he wouldn’t care…

He wants her. It’s a sweet, fleeting need to touch her, to hear her. He can’t call out our reach out, because she’s just beyond his reach…

The pain of loss isn’t what drives him to his feet with an angry howl. It isn’t what clenches his fist around the letter and calls power to flesh, setting the note ablaze. He’s hollow, he’s aching, but it’s not grief that drives him to fling the burning wad of paper against a nearby wall with enough strength to scorch and chip the paint.

“Tommy, I heard a noise…oh my word!”

His mother’s voice is tinny and distant in his ears. Hellish red eyes just watch, brimming with tears as he watches the paper fall to the floor and burn. The words disappear as ash forms, the coffee stain the last to go as the fire consumes the last of Ziyah’s final words.

“Tom Tom?”

He hears his father, knowing he’s afraid that he’s not talking to his son. He almost wishes that the Titan god’s rage was on him, but it’s just the power of his own anguish.

“Where is she, Dad?” His own voice is strained, angry in his ears as the tears spill down his cheeks. It’s all he can do not to shout again, afraid of waking Mayilia. “Where is she?”

There aren’t any answers in the comforting circle of his father’s arms. The nonsense words of comfort don’t soothe him like they did when he was younger. This is one thing Dad can’t fix, he can’t make her last letter hold meaning or solace. He can’t help Tommy grieve.

Still, he holds on and lets the tears of frustration fall, praying to grieve. He prays to Zeus, to Elpis, to any god listening…not for comfort and not for peace.

He prays for the killing blow. He prays for pain so that her final words will mean something.

He begs the gods to let him feel her death, so that he can stop waiting for her to come home.

Muse: Tommy Karras
Fandom: Original Character
Words: 436
magic_fratboy: (formal - believe)
Nobody realizes that some people expend tremendous energy merely to be normal.

“Mr. Karras…”

“I know, just…a few more minutes. Please?”

It made him cringe a little just to think about it, but Zee was always telling him how his smile could stop traffic, so he was milking it for all it was worth. It seemed to be working, too, as the nurse let him linger with a stern look, a grin and a tap of her watch to indicate his time was short.

He just couldn’t help it…he couldn’t pull himself away from his little girl.

Turning back to the incubator, he watched as her tiny little mouth opened in a mighty yawn that made his chest tight. Everything in him ached to hold her, to feel that tiny fragile weight in his hands but it was still too soon. She still had so much growing to do…

An Unexpected Visitor... )

Muse: Tommy Karras
Fandom: Original Character
Words: 814
magic_fratboy: (emote - offered hand)
-Black Saber Studios, July 8, 2008-

“You’re crazy, you know that?”

Tommy just grinned as Jelly beamed and held the sheet of notebook paper even higher, turning this way and that for optimum visibility. “Then maybe somebody should have remembered my good morning hug, you big barefoot galloot.”

Laughing, Tommy took another bite of his chicken salad, shaking his head. “Crazy. Ben was right, you got issues and I got a front-row seat.”

Jelly just beamed, knowing that she was amusing the hell out of him. True, Jelly Lang was more than a little adorable, but the ‘Free Hugs’ sign she’d made and was now displaying prominently in the break room was a little corny even for her. Usually he did just that, stopped by her office to say hello in the morning and got tackled by the tiny girl for a hug, but he’d been late that morning.

And when he’d refused to buy her lunch to make up for it, she started making a federal case out of it just to give him a hard time.

Jelly took that moment to leap out of her seat and fling herself at their co-worker, Todd, hugging the stuffing out of him before she sat down again. When she did, he pointed at her with his fork.

“Okay, how ‘bout we compromise?” Tommy suggested with a grin. “I’ll buy you dinner, and you hug me now, settle the score, and stop trying to whore yourself out to every man, woman, and androgynous she-male in the office. How’s that?”

“Gee, love you too, Karras!”

Grinning at Giselle across the break room, who had gotten her hair done in a pixie cut the week before, Tommy turned back to Jelly with a questioning raised eyebrow.

Jelly considered her options for a moment, then tossed her handmade sign aside and bounced around the table to fling her arms around him. “Deal…but I want McDonalds!”

“Ooh, the big spender…McDonalds it is.” He laughed, hugging her back. It wasn’t all bad, having a fallout over hugs be the most bothersome part of his day, especially when it ended with a dinner date with his best friend.

Life was a little mundane…but if he never had one exciting thing happen to him, just days like this…he could do mundane.

Muse: Tommy Karras
Fandom: Original Character
Words: 385
magic_fratboy: (emote - worn)
"Carpe diem. Seize the day, boys. Make your lives extraordinary."

The night felt so disconnected to him it hurt inside.

He should have been home with the mother of his child, holding her and watching HSN with her as she cooed over children’s furniture and baby clothes, should have been riding herd on her credit cards again and bearing the brunt of her hormone-fueled fits of temper.

Instead he was in the dark, cut with the artificial illumination of fluorescent lights outside a Lutheran church, watching as a trio stood outside and conversed just beyond his range of hearing.

Saving people. Changing lives. The family business... )

Muse: Tommy Karras
Fandom: Original Character
Words: 1,046
magic_fratboy: (magic - houdini v2.0)
"Let me know you're up there. Come on. Love me, hate me, kill me, anything. Just let me know it."


The one thing he hadn’t completely anticipated was the sensory deprivation of being submerged in the dark swinging in midair. In a way, holding his breath is a saving grace because the discomfort of being unable to breathe keeps him grounded.

It didn’t help that he had four false starts to this thing, three of them quite real. First the water was too cold, and it took him nearly twenty minutes to restore control of his muscles while they refilled the barrel with warm water. Then he was having problems getting the safety line into the barrel during a dry run on the ground.

That had been staged for dramatic effect…he’d been rehearsing all week, and he had plenty of room to maneuver.

The last two false starts had scared the crap out of him... )

Muse: Tommy Karras
Fandom: Original Character
Words: 474
magic_fratboy: (magic - houdini v2.0)
For a long while, he could only stare at the monument and wonder why he hadn’t come before now. All the years he’d stood in awe of the master, of his own soul, and he hadn’t made the journey to this place. He’d stood in the presence itself, and he hadn’t understood that violated feeling for what it was. Now he was here, with her again, and he wasn’t sure what he was supposed to feel.

Brighter laughter rang in his next to the carefree intimacy of another low chuckle. The memory of warm, luscious curves and of lean planes of skin burned under his fingers as he thought of two different loves, two different women.

He wondered about her soul…wondered if it recognized his.

When he finally gathered his courage to approach the tombstone of Wilhemina Beatrice Rahner, a bouquet of flowers in hand, so much of his fear melted away that it was hard to remember he’d been scared. He feared Bess Houdini on even her best day when he’d lived before, to be sure…but she knew his worst and still she’d mourned.

The power of goodbye... )

Muse: Tommy Karras
Fandom: Original Character
Words :760
magic_fratboy: (hope's avatar - pull you from the dark)
If you make yourself more than just a man, if you devote yourself to an ideal, and if they can't stop you, you become something else entirely.

In the dead of night, sleep won’t take him. He can hear their souls screaming in the dark...

He wears black, with short-sleeve shirts that leave his wrist bare, wearing only a watch and a single bracelet, a silver handcuff shackle. He abandons the rest of his jewelry and binds his hair back with a bandanna.

A hypnotic suggestion keeps Zee asleep as he leaves the loft and enters the world in the night.

His steps are light as he stalks the concrete jungle, slipping through the shadows that usually hold death in some form or another for him and all his kind. The darkness doesn’t belong to Darkness alone, however...it also comes before the dawn, and in the beginning of every happy story there is always darkness.

Walking is a quiet meditation, and that’s all the world asks of him in these hours. The screams grow quiet as he approaches with the simple desire to see a smile, feel a rush of heat and happiness in his blood. He gets, it, too...from the homeless and the hungry, from the junkies and the dealers, the thieves, whores, and shades of pale faces and silver chains that litter the best and worst of Hollywood.

The moments of action bring the largest result. Small moves, big waves he’s sure the Fraternity can feel, waves all of Pandora’s children can sense in the early hours of the day when even the sun won’t wake. A coin in a cup, a door held for another, even a smile over change at a liquor store.

Lately he’s even taken to doing magic. Pausing on a street corner to show one of the pale shades a simple effect with no real power behind it...only practice, diligence, understanding that brings the same amount of awe, and germinates as the first seeds of hope in a lonely soul.

He does nothing in those wee hours of the night just breaking into morning, save for maybe drinking a cup of coffee before he heads home and back to bed, with his current companion none the wiser. All he does is exist...as a man, as a soul, as an avatar of human hope.

He lets the lonely souls see that hope lives...and it’s all they really need to keep going one more day.

Muse: Tommy Karras
Fandom: Original Character
Words: 387
magic_fratboy: (look - chains and studs...it's a metal t)
Choose your future. Choose life... But why would I want to do a thing like that?

There are three things Kelly “Jelly” Lang is good at, and all three of them involve Tommy Karras.

The first is choosing good men in her life. She’s on a neverending quest to find the next Tommy Karras, and she knows it. She wants the dark, piercing good looks, the soulful eyes and gorgeous hair. She wants the perfect body, she even wants the pale, sinewy feet that she always sees around the office because the man just can’t keep his shoes on. She wants the delicate and gentle way that taut, broad, muscular frame moves and she wants the sweetness of that smile. Modeling her dream man after Tommy, she always comes away with great guys that remain close friends, even if things don’t work out.

The second is achieving her goals. Every dream she shares over chicken salad sandwiches on their lunch hour, every idle notion that he swears to her is solid artistic gold, she lays the victory at his feet. She comes to him with her troubles and lets him talk her out of despair, and she watches as every goal he has he pursues with reckless abandon. He’s got a great future ahead of him as a graphic artist, and now this magic thing he’s doing...he’s going places, and she wants to go the same way.

The third is embracing the world. Not just people, not just nature, but finding the joy in everything around her. Such little things light him up, and she knows she’s not the only one that feels it. When he smiles in a room of people, it catches like dry tinder until everyone is glowing. He doesn’t choose to see light over darkness, he simply does. When others bear witness to it, though...they choose the light. They choose to follow him into that almost religious euphoria and try to find some measure of peace...some ray of hope.

Jelly’s good at finding love, achieving her goals, and grabbing life by the horns. All three things involve her choices...and all three things involve Tommy Karras.

And from her vantage point in the office just across the hall, Jelly Lang knows that the sweet son of a bitch will probably never have a clue that everything she has, she owes to him.

Muse: Tommy Karras
Fandom: Original Character
Words: 383
magic_fratboy: (magic - the next houdini)
I got lucky. That’s all it was...right?

My first night at the Magic Castle, and I’m checking out a wing the general public never gets to see. Fraternity only, y’know? Relics of the masters humans will never get to touch, much less see, and here I am running my fingers over Dai Vernon’s favorite pack of cards. I’m leafing through volumes written on Kellar and Cardini penned by Brothers for the Fraternity.

A brush with Houdini... )

Muse: Tommy Karras
Fandom: Original Character
Words: 683
magic_fratboy: (close - dreamer)
The whole thing started with a greeting so quiet, so timid he almost didn’t hear it.

“Hello.”

The soft, steady voice belonged to one of the damn Goth kids that was always out smoking by the front of the school and giving Paul, the dean of students, early onset heart attacks with their bullshit. Coach Herny Casela knew all the boys by name, he’d sent more than one to detention for causing trouble and more besides had been kicked out of his class for the day because they either wouldn’t participate in gym or didn’t dress for class.

He didn’t recognize the tall, skinny young man in black jeans and henley shirt, skin too pale against all that black along with his hair, which hung halfway down his back and away from his face with the aid of a black bandanna, the white patterns the only thing making it stand out.

“Can I help you, son?”

He moved as if shaking, but the boy’s hands were steady as he walked into the office and set his backpack down, pulling a deck of cards from his pocket.

Yes, sir. If you`re not busy? I was hoping I could try something... )

Muse: Tommy Karras
Fandom: Original Character
Words: 604
magic_fratboy: (close - beaten down)
“It’s gonna come, Tommy…the moment you stop being who you were.”

That moment was now, in the noxious jet pits that served as eyes in the face of the man before him... )

Muse: Tommy Karras
Fandom: Original Character
Words: 590

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