| i am immortal i have inside me the blood of kings| :icanmoveonandon:
Title: Just Another Day
Rating: PG
Fandom: It's Male!Kariko verse. ;D
He looked up from the small book, still only on the second chapter in a week, and sees his tiny mother standing in the doorframe, trembling.
"Do you love me?" She whispers, eyes wild and afraid.
To be honest, he doesn't. But he won't tell her that, because Ikea isn't here to pick up the pieces at the moment and because he's afraid when she cries. He panics and stutters and at the same time, can't care.
"Yes," he whispers, ashamed of his lie. "Yes, I love you,"
He towers over her, hugging her delicately, gingerly.
"I know you do," She sniffles into his shirt, gripping it tightly. "I know you do, Kariko, I know you do. I love you too, I love you..."
It's just another day.
Title: [unofficially] Shawn Love
Rating: PG
Fandom:
khai_goddess and I's random 50's/60's no place.
3] I shiver as I hear Johnny rummaging around. My shirt's soaking wet and my boxers ain't the nicest thing to sit around in.
"Ya gonna get in here before I freeze to death?!"
"I'm comin' ya blasted pansy!" yells Johnny back before I hear a tell-tale crash. I try not to roll my eyes. Really.
"Ha!" Johnny strolls in, and I can't see his head, he's got so much firewood piled up in his arms. I stand to help him and damn it's heavy! Grunting, I move awkwardly to the fireplace, teeth chattering the whole way.
"Here," Johnny lights his match on his cross, which I'm sure qualifies as some sort of....I dunno, blasphemy? I toss some of the newspaper in and then a good hunk of wood as he tosses the match in. He puts a few more in and soon enough, I'm drying.
The fire's loud, reaching a good few feet up the chimney, even though I'm sure it shouldn't be.
I sigh, leaning on the couch. It feels nice in here, just me, Johnny, and a nice fire going. I glance over to him ---- he's halfway asleep, his cigarette about to drop. I reach over and pull it out gently. He mumbles something as his eyes close.
I'm about to go too, I can feel the yawn at the back of my throat. Before I do, though, I steal a kiss from the cancerstick, and throw it into the fire. As I watch, cheek on Johnny's jacket, it sizzles and curls before disappearing entirely.
Rating: PG
Fandom: It's Male!Kariko verse. ;D
He looked up from the small book, still only on the second chapter in a week, and sees his tiny mother standing in the doorframe, trembling.
"Do you love me?" She whispers, eyes wild and afraid.
To be honest, he doesn't. But he won't tell her that, because Ikea isn't here to pick up the pieces at the moment and because he's afraid when she cries. He panics and stutters and at the same time, can't care.
"Yes," he whispers, ashamed of his lie. "Yes, I love you,"
He towers over her, hugging her delicately, gingerly.
"I know you do," She sniffles into his shirt, gripping it tightly. "I know you do, Kariko, I know you do. I love you too, I love you..."
It's just another day.
Title: [unofficially] Shawn Love
Rating: PG
Fandom:
khai_goddess and I's random 50's/60's no place.
3] I shiver as I hear Johnny rummaging around. My shirt's soaking wet and my boxers ain't the nicest thing to sit around in.
"Ya gonna get in here before I freeze to death?!"
"I'm comin' ya blasted pansy!" yells Johnny back before I hear a tell-tale crash. I try not to roll my eyes. Really.
"Ha!" Johnny strolls in, and I can't see his head, he's got so much firewood piled up in his arms. I stand to help him and damn it's heavy! Grunting, I move awkwardly to the fireplace, teeth chattering the whole way.
"Here," Johnny lights his match on his cross, which I'm sure qualifies as some sort of....I dunno, blasphemy? I toss some of the newspaper in and then a good hunk of wood as he tosses the match in. He puts a few more in and soon enough, I'm drying.
The fire's loud, reaching a good few feet up the chimney, even though I'm sure it shouldn't be.
I sigh, leaning on the couch. It feels nice in here, just me, Johnny, and a nice fire going. I glance over to him ---- he's halfway asleep, his cigarette about to drop. I reach over and pull it out gently. He mumbles something as his eyes close.
I'm about to go too, I can feel the yawn at the back of my throat. Before I do, though, I steal a kiss from the cancerstick, and throw it into the fire. As I watch, cheek on Johnny's jacket, it sizzles and curls before disappearing entirely.