magic_fratboy

NOTE: Backdated to last night. Stephanie is effiecat, Sal is we_standalone, Zee is zee_ali, and all were used without permission, but lots of love.

"My dreams have come true and I'm scared I won't know what to do with them."

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“Wait! Wait…I’m sorry, usually we’d end with the curtain calls, but something more important simply must be addressed tonight…”

“Jesus.” Tommy breathed, smiling in spite of himself as he moved to hide behind Stephanie in the throng still assembled onstage. He was shoved forward for his trouble, her merry giggle sounding in his ears.

“Ohhh, no you don’t, Birthday Boy. Go and get your cake!!”

He would have protested, but sure enough the stagehands were wheeling out a cake, gleaming white and shaped like a pair of handcuffs. Channing still had a microphone in hand and was beckoning him forward, talking all the while.

“…credit for the cake, but I can’t. This comes with love from your dear friend Claire, with all her best for your birthday. Come on, everyone, help me sing!”

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Muse: Tommy Karras
Fandom: Original Character
Words: 635

"Am I in love? - Yes, since I am waiting." The other one never waits. Sometimes I want to play the part of the one who doesn’t wait; I try to busy myself elsewhere, to arrive late; but I always lose at this game: whatever I do, I find myself there, with nothing to do, punctual, even ahead of time. The lover’s fatal identity is precisely this: I am the one who waits.

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He’s afraid to tell anyone that he’s been blacking out.

Timing tells him it’s never more than a few minutes, but it’s been happening more and more often. Lost time that leaves him confused and disoriented, marveling that nobody noticed he was gone and something else had filled his skin.

He’s started to watch the red cuts and yellow bruises fading from his face less often than he watches his eyes now for some telltale hint of red.

The stronger his body gets, the weaker his soul becomes. He’s been so worried about the rage, so afraid of hurting anyone that he let The Darkness in without meaning to and now it’s killing him. It’s easier now to stay home instead of finding a fight, keeping the monster at bay…the lapses in his memory are more and more welcome with every passing day.

He can wait forever, he doesn’t get tired of waiting…he just gets tired of being alone with no end in sight. Death was an end, and he was dealing, but this is a loop he can’t break out of. It’s razor sharp and indestructible, shallow cuts along his psyche and his heart that leave him bleeding out into the world around him.

He’s looking at the picture of her in Mayilia’s room when he feels it coming, slower this time. The heat builds behind his eyes and his breath catches, heart beating so fast it threatens to quit on him.

There’s no fight as the darkness drags him under. He’s not going away, he understands that…but he’s not strong enough to wait alone anymore.

In a way, it fits…God helps those who help themselves, and that’s exactly who’s stepping in.

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A child cries. A dog barks. His hands are as warm and tender as the other when he reaches for the child and gathers her into his arms. Making soft shushing noises, he gathers the infant close and kisses her forehead gently. As she quiets, so does the dog.

“Shush, my treasure.” He soothes, blood red eyes smiling down at Mayilia Karras as she quietly gums her own fist. “I promise, I will take care of you…and your father.”

Muse: Tommy Karras
Fandom: Original Character
Words: 372