Rook/Thom Drabbles
Rules
1] Pick a fandom or pairing
2] But you playlist on random
3] White a scene that goes with the song- or something that you come up with because of it. You only have as long as the song to write the scene. Do not linger after the music stops, do not choose a different song just because it ‘does not fit’.
4] Do five songs
5]Have fun!
Pairing- Rook/Thom [Havemercy]
Song One: I Wish I Could Go Back To College from Avenue Q
Thom sighed as he passed the ‘Versity. He had been locked up with the airmen for so long he almost forgot what civilized life was like. He thought back to the different professors he had and the knowledge he had gotten from the different classes.
He wanted to go back- he wanted to learn something again. But if he did… he would never see Rook again…
Song Two: Since I’ve Been Loving You by Led Zeppelin
Rook didn’t know why he felt the way he did, all he knew was that the professor was somehow getting to him even though he had been attempting to blow him off. He felt a connection- and it pissed him off something awful. He knew he was a molly rat, just like himself, but Rook was better than him. He was an airman, but every time those doe eyes turned to him had to lash out.
It was a defense- a natural state of affairs for him. Feel a connection deny it and make sure none notices it either. He felt he was about to lose him mind over this fuckin’ pussy. He laid in bed, staring up at the same damn ceiling and while he wanted to sleep [he just got back from a raid and even after the shower there was still some ash clinging to the blonde in his hair] he thought about the professor on his ratty couch behind the curtain.
He hated to admit, hell he wasn’t even going to do it, but if he cared to analyze that tightening in his chest it wasn’t loathing that crept up on him. If it was that, he would be able to cope. Nah, hate was one thing but lust? That was different entirely. Not that he was a stranger to it- he knew it well. But this was different…. This was… this was… he didn’t even know what the fuck it was.
He was about to lose him mind over something he didn’t know what the name of… and he damn right refused to call it love in any sense of the word.
Song Three: We are Thieves from Final Fantasy IX
Thom was a Molly-rat and he knew it, even when he worked so hard to make others not see it in his eyes. There was a slit in his suitcase, and a bunch of other tricks up his sleeve from when he was raised by the whores. When you lived in Molly, you knew how to survive and those skills never left you.
More often then not he had stolen his bread, and mostly gotten away with it due to his small stature as a child and quick feet. Before he could do that, John used to do it for him. Even though John got caught sometimes, Hilary was still happy for a meal.
Song Four: Spice of Life from Beck Mongolian Chop Squad
Rook smirked as he left from his last conversation with the professor. He definitely had him confused. This was his fun… besides riding Have at least. There weren’t many pleasures in his life but this was definitely one of them. He liked screwing with his head- mostly because it showed on his face.
When that pillow-biter figured out he was being messed with he would pout, not consciously Rook figured but it was definitely there. And when those fill lips pouted the way they did a very unusual thought crossed his mind, he could just lean over and kiss him right then and there. But he was ROOK for fucks sake; he couldn’t go ‘round kissing pansies like him. He had a reputation uphold. A reputation- of course that was more important.
Song Five: One for the Road by The Jolly Rogers
He was drunk, that was the only explanation for any of this. He should have said “no” when Rook suggested doing some sort of drinking game. He had forgotten exactly what it was. Was it drink no… never drink… drink a lot? Who cared? A huge smile was plastered on his lips, whiskey bottle in hand, as he looked at Rook.
“Your hair is pretty.” He giggled, wanting to touch the braided locks but not wanting to relinquish the bottle in his grasp.
Rook rolled his eyes, “Heard ‘at befor’.”
Thom took another swig and realized that his bottle was empty. With a waver he dropped it and grabbed for another one, but was uncoordinated in his attempt and instead fell over onto Rook. “Oops…”
He tried to move but Rook drunkenly grinned and moved to where his lips touched Thom’s. Thom moaning lightly and passed out from shock and the alcohol. Too bad neither would remember this in the morning.
1] Pick a fandom or pairing
2] But you playlist on random
3] White a scene that goes with the song- or something that you come up with because of it. You only have as long as the song to write the scene. Do not linger after the music stops, do not choose a different song just because it ‘does not fit’.
4] Do five songs
5]Have fun!
Pairing- Rook/Thom [Havemercy]
Song One: I Wish I Could Go Back To College from Avenue Q
Thom sighed as he passed the ‘Versity. He had been locked up with the airmen for so long he almost forgot what civilized life was like. He thought back to the different professors he had and the knowledge he had gotten from the different classes.
He wanted to go back- he wanted to learn something again. But if he did… he would never see Rook again…
Song Two: Since I’ve Been Loving You by Led Zeppelin
Rook didn’t know why he felt the way he did, all he knew was that the professor was somehow getting to him even though he had been attempting to blow him off. He felt a connection- and it pissed him off something awful. He knew he was a molly rat, just like himself, but Rook was better than him. He was an airman, but every time those doe eyes turned to him had to lash out.
It was a defense- a natural state of affairs for him. Feel a connection deny it and make sure none notices it either. He felt he was about to lose him mind over this fuckin’ pussy. He laid in bed, staring up at the same damn ceiling and while he wanted to sleep [he just got back from a raid and even after the shower there was still some ash clinging to the blonde in his hair] he thought about the professor on his ratty couch behind the curtain.
He hated to admit, hell he wasn’t even going to do it, but if he cared to analyze that tightening in his chest it wasn’t loathing that crept up on him. If it was that, he would be able to cope. Nah, hate was one thing but lust? That was different entirely. Not that he was a stranger to it- he knew it well. But this was different…. This was… this was… he didn’t even know what the fuck it was.
He was about to lose him mind over something he didn’t know what the name of… and he damn right refused to call it love in any sense of the word.
Song Three: We are Thieves from Final Fantasy IX
Thom was a Molly-rat and he knew it, even when he worked so hard to make others not see it in his eyes. There was a slit in his suitcase, and a bunch of other tricks up his sleeve from when he was raised by the whores. When you lived in Molly, you knew how to survive and those skills never left you.
More often then not he had stolen his bread, and mostly gotten away with it due to his small stature as a child and quick feet. Before he could do that, John used to do it for him. Even though John got caught sometimes, Hilary was still happy for a meal.
Song Four: Spice of Life from Beck Mongolian Chop Squad
Rook smirked as he left from his last conversation with the professor. He definitely had him confused. This was his fun… besides riding Have at least. There weren’t many pleasures in his life but this was definitely one of them. He liked screwing with his head- mostly because it showed on his face.
When that pillow-biter figured out he was being messed with he would pout, not consciously Rook figured but it was definitely there. And when those fill lips pouted the way they did a very unusual thought crossed his mind, he could just lean over and kiss him right then and there. But he was ROOK for fucks sake; he couldn’t go ‘round kissing pansies like him. He had a reputation uphold. A reputation- of course that was more important.
Song Five: One for the Road by The Jolly Rogers
He was drunk, that was the only explanation for any of this. He should have said “no” when Rook suggested doing some sort of drinking game. He had forgotten exactly what it was. Was it drink no… never drink… drink a lot? Who cared? A huge smile was plastered on his lips, whiskey bottle in hand, as he looked at Rook.
“Your hair is pretty.” He giggled, wanting to touch the braided locks but not wanting to relinquish the bottle in his grasp.
Rook rolled his eyes, “Heard ‘at befor’.”
Thom took another swig and realized that his bottle was empty. With a waver he dropped it and grabbed for another one, but was uncoordinated in his attempt and instead fell over onto Rook. “Oops…”
He tried to move but Rook drunkenly grinned and moved to where his lips touched Thom’s. Thom moaning lightly and passed out from shock and the alcohol. Too bad neither would remember this in the morning.