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Title: Solace
Fandom: HIM/Viva la Bam
Characters: Ville/Bam
Prompt: 008 - Silence
Word Count: 1,058
Rating: PG
Summary: It's in the days when the house stands still that he finds solace in the silence. The days when his life turns from a grand stage to the everyday. The days when the most mundane things seem a little bit more than ordinary. It's in the days when nothing dares to breath that his thoughts echo the loudest. It's in these days that he feels he's lost his mind.
Author's Notes: Can you tell it's been raining today? Haha.
the Table
[[100.situations]]
008 :..::silence::..:
Solace
It's in the days when the house stands still that he finds solace in the silence. The days when his life turns from a grand stage to the everyday. The days when the most mundane things seem a little bit more than ordinary. It's in the days when nothing dares to breath that his thoughts echo the loudest.
It's in these days that he feels he's lost his mind.
Long legs stretch out over a black leather sofa as a purring mess of fur rises and falls with each of his breaths. He raises a hand to scratch blunt nails across the downy soft, smiling slightly as the purring increases before a yawn pulls at the kitten's mouth. The purring stops and he's swallowed once again by the silence.
Blue eyes dance frantically around the room in a brief panic. They're looking for a distraction but they find none. He closes them briefly as he tries to catch his breath, as he tries to get used to the lack of sound. He hates these quiet times but knows they're needed. Without them surely he'd go insane. They were essential. They were vital. They were... totally useless.
He sighs and lets his wild sapphires lay unfocused towards the ceiling. The reason he hates this restless peace is because it kills all the distractions. Anything and everything that he clings to is killed by the silence. He hates it because it's in the silence that he hears his voice. It's in the dark he sees those eyes. It's being alone that makes him realize just what he doesn't have... what he'll never have.
It's in the silence he wishes he was sane.
Sometimes when he closes his eyes he can feel fingers burn trails of fire along his sides. They trace tattoos and scars, copied and original, accidental and self-inflicted.
Oh I see your scars, I know where they form
So sensually carved and bleeding until you're
dead, and gone.
He smiles a bit. His eyes flutter shut as the voice becomes a knife to the thickening wall of quiet. His eyebrows draw together a bit. He needs to feel the flames, they're getting too vague.
He flinches slightly as something pricks his forehead. Blue eyes swing open to meet bright green. The emeralds are focused and persistent, peering up at him through black rings. Prick, prick. The kitten keeps up it's relentless scratching. It's caught sight of how bouncy his curls are. Prick, prick, prick. He wishes now he'd gotten them de-clawed.
He grins up at the black and white cat, wrapping a hand around it's tiny back and moving it to lay next to him with an indignant 'Mrawr!' He laughs a bit as the kitten encases his wrist with its paws, keeping him from moving it. He raises an eyebrow.
"Can I have that back, little one?" The cat meows in slight frustration as he tries to pull away. It flexes its claws but starts to lick his fingers nonetheless. He sighs.
"Fine then. All yours."
Rain starts to fall outside the window. It's visible from where he lays. He sighs and closes his eyes, losing himself in the rhythm of the falling water.
I cry, like God cries the rain
And I'm just one step away
From the end of today...
Suddenly his wrist is released. The warmth resting next to him turns cold as the kitten jumps down. It's had enough of this rest. It's time for him to go find his brother and play.
A gasp of thunder shakes the house but he makes no move to get up. It's comforting, in a way. It’s something to focus on, it’s something to let himself be distracted by. His eyes flutter open to focus on the window sill. He waits for a light to break the sky in two.
Flash.
There it is… One-one thousand. Two-one thousand. Three-one thousand.
Crash.
It’s getting closer.
A pause.
Flash.
One-one thousand. Two-one-
He strains his ears. It wasn’t thunder that had caught his attention… it had almost sounded like-
There it was again. Knocking. It sounded like knocking on his door. But everyone was gone. It was just him. It was his silence, his hated sanctuary. No one was allowed to just-
“Brandon Cole Margera if you don’t open this door and let your best-mate in right now there is going to be some serious hell to pay!” Okay, now he definitely hadn’t imagined that.
He gets up and crosses the room in easy strides. Pulling back the door he can’t help but choke down a snicker at the man at his door. The Finn is a little less than enthused, to say the least. He pushes past Bam, coming to stop as soon as he’s sure he’s under a dry roof. Turning back to the skater he crosses his arms over his damp chest and flips a lock of raven curls over his shoulder.
“Thanks to you closing that damned gate I had to get out from the taxi cab and walk, let me stress this, walk all the way from the street to this enormous castle of yours in the bloody rain and to make things worse some fucking moron left his-“ Ville’s complaints are silenced with a sharp ‘Oomph!’ as the skater decides to tackle him in a hug.
The pair falls back onto the floor, Bam laying on top of the Finnish rock god with a smile tugging at his lips. He pushes his mouth next to Ville’s ear and whispers to him.
“Thank you for coming.” Ville smiles in return, all anger and irritation falling from his features as he wraps his arms around the skater above him.
“Any time, love.”
Bam smiles and lets himself be moved to lay more comfortably with Ville on the leather sofa he’d previously been perched on before. The pair chat idly for a while but then the temptation of silence becomes too overwhelming and they fall silent. Bam curls into the man beside him, suddenly finding the silence much more friendly than before.
Because you see… it’s in the silence that everything seems to make sense. It’s in the silence that his mind stops running. It’s in the silence he knows the answers to questions left unasked.
It’s in the silence that he finds love.
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Fandom: HIM/Viva la Bam
Characters: Ville/Bam
Prompt: 008 - Silence
Word Count: 1,058
Rating: PG
Summary: It's in the days when the house stands still that he finds solace in the silence. The days when his life turns from a grand stage to the everyday. The days when the most mundane things seem a little bit more than ordinary. It's in the days when nothing dares to breath that his thoughts echo the loudest. It's in these days that he feels he's lost his mind.
Author's Notes: Can you tell it's been raining today? Haha.
the Table
[[100.situations]]
008 :..::silence::..:
Solace
It's in the days when the house stands still that he finds solace in the silence. The days when his life turns from a grand stage to the everyday. The days when the most mundane things seem a little bit more than ordinary. It's in the days when nothing dares to breath that his thoughts echo the loudest.
It's in these days that he feels he's lost his mind.
Long legs stretch out over a black leather sofa as a purring mess of fur rises and falls with each of his breaths. He raises a hand to scratch blunt nails across the downy soft, smiling slightly as the purring increases before a yawn pulls at the kitten's mouth. The purring stops and he's swallowed once again by the silence.
Blue eyes dance frantically around the room in a brief panic. They're looking for a distraction but they find none. He closes them briefly as he tries to catch his breath, as he tries to get used to the lack of sound. He hates these quiet times but knows they're needed. Without them surely he'd go insane. They were essential. They were vital. They were... totally useless.
He sighs and lets his wild sapphires lay unfocused towards the ceiling. The reason he hates this restless peace is because it kills all the distractions. Anything and everything that he clings to is killed by the silence. He hates it because it's in the silence that he hears his voice. It's in the dark he sees those eyes. It's being alone that makes him realize just what he doesn't have... what he'll never have.
It's in the silence he wishes he was sane.
Sometimes when he closes his eyes he can feel fingers burn trails of fire along his sides. They trace tattoos and scars, copied and original, accidental and self-inflicted.
Oh I see your scars, I know where they form
So sensually carved and bleeding until you're
dead, and gone.
He smiles a bit. His eyes flutter shut as the voice becomes a knife to the thickening wall of quiet. His eyebrows draw together a bit. He needs to feel the flames, they're getting too vague.
He flinches slightly as something pricks his forehead. Blue eyes swing open to meet bright green. The emeralds are focused and persistent, peering up at him through black rings. Prick, prick. The kitten keeps up it's relentless scratching. It's caught sight of how bouncy his curls are. Prick, prick, prick. He wishes now he'd gotten them de-clawed.
He grins up at the black and white cat, wrapping a hand around it's tiny back and moving it to lay next to him with an indignant 'Mrawr!' He laughs a bit as the kitten encases his wrist with its paws, keeping him from moving it. He raises an eyebrow.
"Can I have that back, little one?" The cat meows in slight frustration as he tries to pull away. It flexes its claws but starts to lick his fingers nonetheless. He sighs.
"Fine then. All yours."
Rain starts to fall outside the window. It's visible from where he lays. He sighs and closes his eyes, losing himself in the rhythm of the falling water.
I cry, like God cries the rain
And I'm just one step away
From the end of today...
Suddenly his wrist is released. The warmth resting next to him turns cold as the kitten jumps down. It's had enough of this rest. It's time for him to go find his brother and play.
A gasp of thunder shakes the house but he makes no move to get up. It's comforting, in a way. It’s something to focus on, it’s something to let himself be distracted by. His eyes flutter open to focus on the window sill. He waits for a light to break the sky in two.
Flash.
There it is… One-one thousand. Two-one thousand. Three-one thousand.
Crash.
It’s getting closer.
A pause.
Flash.
One-one thousand. Two-one-
He strains his ears. It wasn’t thunder that had caught his attention… it had almost sounded like-
There it was again. Knocking. It sounded like knocking on his door. But everyone was gone. It was just him. It was his silence, his hated sanctuary. No one was allowed to just-
“Brandon Cole Margera if you don’t open this door and let your best-mate in right now there is going to be some serious hell to pay!” Okay, now he definitely hadn’t imagined that.
He gets up and crosses the room in easy strides. Pulling back the door he can’t help but choke down a snicker at the man at his door. The Finn is a little less than enthused, to say the least. He pushes past Bam, coming to stop as soon as he’s sure he’s under a dry roof. Turning back to the skater he crosses his arms over his damp chest and flips a lock of raven curls over his shoulder.
“Thanks to you closing that damned gate I had to get out from the taxi cab and walk, let me stress this, walk all the way from the street to this enormous castle of yours in the bloody rain and to make things worse some fucking moron left his-“ Ville’s complaints are silenced with a sharp ‘Oomph!’ as the skater decides to tackle him in a hug.
The pair falls back onto the floor, Bam laying on top of the Finnish rock god with a smile tugging at his lips. He pushes his mouth next to Ville’s ear and whispers to him.
“Thank you for coming.” Ville smiles in return, all anger and irritation falling from his features as he wraps his arms around the skater above him.
“Any time, love.”
Bam smiles and lets himself be moved to lay more comfortably with Ville on the leather sofa he’d previously been perched on before. The pair chat idly for a while but then the temptation of silence becomes too overwhelming and they fall silent. Bam curls into the man beside him, suddenly finding the silence much more friendly than before.
Because you see… it’s in the silence that everything seems to make sense. It’s in the silence that his mind stops running. It’s in the silence he knows the answers to questions left unasked.
It’s in the silence that he finds love.
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