[fanfiction] break your wings to keep you grounded
365 Gay Sharks
Day 274, Word Count: 1055
Theme: October; Jumping the Shark
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Fandom/Pairings: Killjoys; Korse/Party Poison
Rating: PG-13
Pre-Notes: Wildcard (confined/caged) on this card. You get two guesses why this exists and all of them should be teh_slush.
Disclaimer: No. Get out, Pete.
Summary: "Oh, Party Poison. You always were a handful. I was going to feed you, but I don't think you've earned that yet. I do have water for you, though."
(i will) break your wings to keep you grounded
When Party Poison comes to, he can't focus his eyes just yet and everything hurts. He's laying on something hard and unyielding, something cold and hell on his body. Slowly, his eyes focus and he can see bars. He tries to sit up and can't, head meeting the top of his prison. There is the sound of boots, and Party Poison shifts into looking as if he's asleep again. The boots stop just outside his prison, and Party Poison doesn't dare to blow his cover, doesn't dare to look. He doesn't have to, after a moment.
"I know you're awake, Party Poison."
Even if he hadn't loved that voice once, Party Poison would still know who it belonged to, Opening his eyes, he looks up and sees Korse, obstructed by the bars of the cage. His face is too far away for Party Poison to properly determine the expression on it, because everything is still a little out-of-focus, but it's definitely Korse.
"Why am I here?"
It comes out barely audible, forced out of Party Poison's sandpaper throat and past Party Poison's dry lips. Korse crouches down, and Party Poison can almost focus on him now. When Korse reaches through the bars to pet Party Poison's hair, Party Poison tries to move away but he can't get anywhere.
"Oh, Party Poison. You always were a handful. I was going to feed you, but I don't think you've earned that yet. I do have water for you, though."
A little white plastic bowl is pushed through the space in the cage door and Party Poison looks at it for a moment. He doesn't want to drink it, because taking anything from Korse is something he doesn't want to do, but his thirst outweighs his resolution to not bend to Korse's will. Carefully, Party Poison takes the bowl and brings it to his lips, tipping it and swallowing slowly. He can feel Korse watching him, and he doesn't waste a single drop.
It's a habit, because water is precious and he may be a Rebel, but he's not an idiot. When Party Poison's done with the bowl, he sets it back down and weakly pushes it away before lying down again. He can feel Korse's hand running through his hair, and he has no energy to fight it. It feels like Before, and Party Poison tries to push that out of his mind, tries to forget everything between them that was good and focus on the bad. Korse is in the wrong. BL/ind is in the wrong. Party Poison knows that, as sure as he knows the sun will rise.
"I'm not your damn dog."
The words sound like nails against chalkboard, grating and terrible from a voice suffering disuse. Party Poison doesn't know how long he's been in the cage, doesn't know what pills they forced down his throat, but everything about him feels off. Korse laughs a little and ruffles Party Poison's hair.
"You know that isn't true," Korse says, "you've just forgotten how to be a good pet. It's okay. We'll have you back to what you were in no time."
Out of spite, Party Poison bites Korse's hand when he pulls it away. Korse sharp intake of breath is worth the use of energy.
"You never stop fighting, do you?"
"Never," Party Poison hisses, "I won't give in."
"You will," Korse chuckles, "You always did."
Korse gets up then, bootsteps father and farther away, and Party Poison falls asleep again. The next time he wakes up, he has almost no energy, but everything is clear once more. He manages to drag himself into a kneeling position and waits, knowing Korse will come.
It doesn't take that long, Korse's footsteps coming closer and then stopping just before the cage.
"Hello, Party Poison. Are you feeling less aggressive today? I've brought you food if you promise to be good."
Party Poison doesn't say anything. He has never made any promises to Korse and he isn't about to start now.
"Using old tactics, I see. Well, it will have to do."
Another white plastic bowl is pushed through the slot, this time filled with chilli. There's a spoon shoved into it, and Party Poison eats slowly and carefully, although his stomach tells him to eat everything in the bowl at once. That would make him sick, and he doesn't want that while he's stuck in the cage. When he's licked the bowl clean (literally, he doesn't know when Korse will next bring food), Party Poison puts it back down and pushes it away. After a moment it's replaced with a bowl of water, which Party Poison drinks despite not wanting to. Everything feels so much like Before that he can find himself getting confused, slipping back into his former, naïve self. Party Poison steels himself as he sets the bowl down again, pushing it away.
He lies back down, and he can feel Korse reaching through the bars. When he feels the collar, though, he resists. There isn't anywhere to go in the cage, though, so Korse eventually fastens the collar around him and immediately, Party Poison is still.
"Look at me, Party Poison."
Party Poison does, not even trying to fight anymore. Korse smiles, and something blossoms inside Party Poison. He forgets why he was ever fighting to begin with.
"Good boy, such a good boy. I'm going to let you out of the cage and we're going to go for a walk now, okay?"
He doesn't make any acknowledgment other than his extraordinary stillness, but Korse knows anyway and lets him out of the cage. Everything in Party Poison cracks when he stands, Korse fixing a leash to the collar. Fitting his joints back into place, Party Poison is unguarded and Korse takes advantage of that. He tugs on the leash, causing Party Poison to stumble forward and settle his hands on Korse's shoulder for balance. Cupping a hand around the back of Party Poison's neck, Korse brings their faces close together.
"You're not leaving again, Party Poison. You're mine, do you understand?"
When Korse presses their lips together, there is a flare of color, bright and wild, in Party Poison's head. There is desert and a family and-Korse pulls the leash taught.
All the dreams are knocked out of Party Poison once more.
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Day 274, Word Count: 1055
Theme: October; Jumping the Shark
This post is part of the 365 Gay Sharks project. If you would like to learn more about this project, click here to read more about it. :D
Fandom/Pairings: Killjoys; Korse/Party Poison
Rating: PG-13
Pre-Notes: Wildcard (confined/caged) on this card. You get two guesses why this exists and all of them should be teh_slush.
Disclaimer: No. Get out, Pete.
Summary: "Oh, Party Poison. You always were a handful. I was going to feed you, but I don't think you've earned that yet. I do have water for you, though."
(i will) break your wings to keep you grounded
When Party Poison comes to, he can't focus his eyes just yet and everything hurts. He's laying on something hard and unyielding, something cold and hell on his body. Slowly, his eyes focus and he can see bars. He tries to sit up and can't, head meeting the top of his prison. There is the sound of boots, and Party Poison shifts into looking as if he's asleep again. The boots stop just outside his prison, and Party Poison doesn't dare to blow his cover, doesn't dare to look. He doesn't have to, after a moment.
"I know you're awake, Party Poison."
Even if he hadn't loved that voice once, Party Poison would still know who it belonged to, Opening his eyes, he looks up and sees Korse, obstructed by the bars of the cage. His face is too far away for Party Poison to properly determine the expression on it, because everything is still a little out-of-focus, but it's definitely Korse.
"Why am I here?"
It comes out barely audible, forced out of Party Poison's sandpaper throat and past Party Poison's dry lips. Korse crouches down, and Party Poison can almost focus on him now. When Korse reaches through the bars to pet Party Poison's hair, Party Poison tries to move away but he can't get anywhere.
"Oh, Party Poison. You always were a handful. I was going to feed you, but I don't think you've earned that yet. I do have water for you, though."
A little white plastic bowl is pushed through the space in the cage door and Party Poison looks at it for a moment. He doesn't want to drink it, because taking anything from Korse is something he doesn't want to do, but his thirst outweighs his resolution to not bend to Korse's will. Carefully, Party Poison takes the bowl and brings it to his lips, tipping it and swallowing slowly. He can feel Korse watching him, and he doesn't waste a single drop.
It's a habit, because water is precious and he may be a Rebel, but he's not an idiot. When Party Poison's done with the bowl, he sets it back down and weakly pushes it away before lying down again. He can feel Korse's hand running through his hair, and he has no energy to fight it. It feels like Before, and Party Poison tries to push that out of his mind, tries to forget everything between them that was good and focus on the bad. Korse is in the wrong. BL/ind is in the wrong. Party Poison knows that, as sure as he knows the sun will rise.
"I'm not your damn dog."
The words sound like nails against chalkboard, grating and terrible from a voice suffering disuse. Party Poison doesn't know how long he's been in the cage, doesn't know what pills they forced down his throat, but everything about him feels off. Korse laughs a little and ruffles Party Poison's hair.
"You know that isn't true," Korse says, "you've just forgotten how to be a good pet. It's okay. We'll have you back to what you were in no time."
Out of spite, Party Poison bites Korse's hand when he pulls it away. Korse sharp intake of breath is worth the use of energy.
"You never stop fighting, do you?"
"Never," Party Poison hisses, "I won't give in."
"You will," Korse chuckles, "You always did."
Korse gets up then, bootsteps father and farther away, and Party Poison falls asleep again. The next time he wakes up, he has almost no energy, but everything is clear once more. He manages to drag himself into a kneeling position and waits, knowing Korse will come.
It doesn't take that long, Korse's footsteps coming closer and then stopping just before the cage.
"Hello, Party Poison. Are you feeling less aggressive today? I've brought you food if you promise to be good."
Party Poison doesn't say anything. He has never made any promises to Korse and he isn't about to start now.
"Using old tactics, I see. Well, it will have to do."
Another white plastic bowl is pushed through the slot, this time filled with chilli. There's a spoon shoved into it, and Party Poison eats slowly and carefully, although his stomach tells him to eat everything in the bowl at once. That would make him sick, and he doesn't want that while he's stuck in the cage. When he's licked the bowl clean (literally, he doesn't know when Korse will next bring food), Party Poison puts it back down and pushes it away. After a moment it's replaced with a bowl of water, which Party Poison drinks despite not wanting to. Everything feels so much like Before that he can find himself getting confused, slipping back into his former, naïve self. Party Poison steels himself as he sets the bowl down again, pushing it away.
He lies back down, and he can feel Korse reaching through the bars. When he feels the collar, though, he resists. There isn't anywhere to go in the cage, though, so Korse eventually fastens the collar around him and immediately, Party Poison is still.
"Look at me, Party Poison."
Party Poison does, not even trying to fight anymore. Korse smiles, and something blossoms inside Party Poison. He forgets why he was ever fighting to begin with.
"Good boy, such a good boy. I'm going to let you out of the cage and we're going to go for a walk now, okay?"
He doesn't make any acknowledgment other than his extraordinary stillness, but Korse knows anyway and lets him out of the cage. Everything in Party Poison cracks when he stands, Korse fixing a leash to the collar. Fitting his joints back into place, Party Poison is unguarded and Korse takes advantage of that. He tugs on the leash, causing Party Poison to stumble forward and settle his hands on Korse's shoulder for balance. Cupping a hand around the back of Party Poison's neck, Korse brings their faces close together.
"You're not leaving again, Party Poison. You're mine, do you understand?"
When Korse presses their lips together, there is a flare of color, bright and wild, in Party Poison's head. There is desert and a family and-Korse pulls the leash taught.
All the dreams are knocked out of Party Poison once more.
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