magic_fratboy: (sexy - throes of passion)
The only gift is a portion of thyself.

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(NOTE: Takes place just a couple hours after The Abyss escape. Selene is [livejournal.com profile] dealing_death and is used with the knowledge, if not permission, of her mun. :p)

Cut for adult content: graphic sex and violent imagery... )

Muse: Tommy Karras
Fandom: Original Character
Words: 660
magic_fratboy: (sexy - hot bod)
Takes place after this.

The second he got home, Tommy went to the bathroom, vomited, and got in the shower.

There was a sense of deja-vu as he stood beneath the warm spray of water, a memory coming to him unbidden of the first time he'd nearly lost his life to evil. He'd been patrolling the streets again, and come home a broken mess. Beneath the water, he'd let power heal him for the first time as he mulled over that fight...then was foolish enough to get jumped by a group of human servants that had broken into his home.

He felt that same energy now, wondering if he'd done the right thing by Selene in dealing with Tristan as he had. The heat of the water rolled off of him along with the dark energy that slid from his skin like oil with every passing moment. He wondered if this was the way to begin before he had any real power of his own to claim.

The question answered itself in his own head before he could give it much consideration: he already had all the power he needed.

.......... )
magic_fratboy: (sexy - throes of passion)
NOTE: Selene is [livejournal.com profile] dealing_death and is used with love. Takes place on the Karras's honeymoon night.

He’d seen many sides of his new wife already…the businesswoman, the warrior, the lost soul. He’d seen some of her worst, found her at her lowest point, and just a few hours before had seen her in the throes of a joy so great it had forced him into a powerful display of his greatest form of magic: the kind that went unseen, the kind that only ever touched the soul.

Of all the facets to Selene Karras, however, he had never truly seen this one. The wanton, coquettish temptress that stood in the doorway to the bedroom of their honeymoon suite.

“Are you coming to bed?”

MUN NOTE: Put the kids to bed before you click this link, sweet essences...SEXUAL CONTENT BELOW )

Muse: Tommy Karras
Fandom: Original Character
Words: 858
magic_fratboy: (casual - intense)
He was learning, very quickly, to find some means of drawing when the darkness descended.

Tonight, thankfully, he was at home with oils and canvas, painting freehand with no charcoal or pencil to guide him. Through the haze over his vision, a vivid storm of reds, blacks, and oranges was coming to life. Piece by piece, he was assembling fragments of a larger picture he couldn't describe or even quite make out, but it was right there at the edges of his awareness.

Without knowing what was to come, he could already tell there was a storm brewing.

When the fog lifted and he could clearly see the monstrosity on the canvas, he worked on adding his own touches in hopes that he could do something with the piece. Sell it, give it away, excise the cancer he'd just put down in oils and hope it didn't come to pass. He rarely understood his visions, and this was no exception.

This vision, this malestrom of fire and brimstone...he didn't want to understand it.

He was just thinking of altering the picture, knowing he never would, when her voice reached him. As he toyed with tubes of green and gray to soften the edges of the smoke in the painting, he heard shouting in the other room and frowned. Glancing up, he stared at the image...

...the dark, slender shadow at the center of a firestorm that seemed to coalesce into two hellish points of red...

Shrugging it off, he dropped the paint and headed for the guest room/home office. "Selene? Baby, everything okay?"
magic_fratboy: (emote - fascinated)
NOTE: Companion piece to this.

He barely saw the birds and bulbs through the darkness within the lock where his consciousness was deeply woven through steel and alloy. He could hear the soft chink of glass on glass, but it might have been the sound of tumblers falling as he touched them there and just there…

“Here?”

::click:: ::clank::


The cuffs dropped harmlessly from his wrists and hit the floor, where he sat cross-legged at the base of the tree... )
magic_fratboy: (emote - shy smile)
The world was going to Hell in a handbasket, but there was still hope for the masses...at least until the war started spilling into his home.

The few nights she came home to him now, he could still see the blood and the horror in her face and feel it on her hands when she touched him. When it violated the sanctum of his home, his bed, that was when a line was crossed.

And he was having none of it, especially not today.

So when Selene showed up at his place that night, sans Michael, Tommy was in the kitchen working hard on his current project. The loft was filled with the smells of cooked turkey, stuffing, and cranberry sauce.

Glancing over his shoulder from the kitchen, he smiled shyly as she approached and stepped aside to reveal that the turkey was, in fact, a store bought breast, the stuffing was boxed, and the cranberry sauce was straight from a can.

"It ain't exactly homemade and traditional...but fuck it, it's Thanksgiving." he remarked sheepishly, walking around the breakfast counter to stand before her. "And it's our first together, so...I promise, when the vampires decide to take a fuckin' vacation? I'll cook a real bird, show you just how good this house can smell, 'kay?"
magic_fratboy: (emote - rolling out of bed)
She's the sunset's shadow
She's like Rembrandt's light
She's the history that's made at night
She's my lost companion
She's my dreamin' tree
Together in this brief eternity


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NOTE: Selene is [livejournal.com profile] dealing_death and is used with minimal permission, but liberal amounts of love.

His back was killing him when morning came, and he knew immediately it had to do with the elbow rammed into the back of his neck.

He opened his eyes, but didn’t move as he stared at the cat curled up on the pillow, where he had his face buried. As usual, he was asleep on his stomach with his face buried, and as was becoming her custom when she did sleep, Selene was draped over his body and dead to the world.

With her cheek pressed to his shoulder blade and her elbow in his neck.

.......... )

Muse: Tommy Karras
Fandom: Original Character
Words: 546

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