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These two enjoy killing each other. Isn't it precious?
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Promotion:
Well, everyone, I need to do some promoting! wrestleficathon has gotten to the voting stages again and this time there's ten stories to choose from! (Including one of mine, but that's not terribly important.)
We had three prompts to choose from - Thanksgiving, Memory and Heartbreak - and I'd love it if some of you could drop a vote.
In fact, please do. ;)
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Wrestling New:
"Silence, I kill you!"
(Do I even need to say anything?)
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Fic:
Title: Of Eyes So Sad.
Author: Lalaith86 (Sila)
Pairing: Rhino/Christian
Rating: PG
Feedback: Yes, please!
Disclaimer: I own nothing!
Summary: Rhino needs to know where Christian stands. Is he leaving, or not?
Author's Notes: I don't actually like this one. I've had it finished for a few days and tweaked it, but it still doesn't feel right. Probably because it's just a continuation of the earlier two fics and thus has a flimsy plot. Meh.
He’d been waiting, patiently leaning against the wall after he’d heard raised voices inside. There’d been murmurs, whispers he’d rather not listen to but couldn’t ignore. It had been a rude wake-up call and one he hadn’t expected.
If there was anyone who knew not to fall for Christian’s easy smile and pleasantries, then it was Rhino. Their history together had left him with knowledge of both sides of the fray. Behind enemy lines, he’d seen Christian broken and harried, but also the scheming he had perfected into an art-form. Then there was the shock of finding himself faced with the angry eyes of his former best friend and the flurry of punches that touched more than just flesh. It had been hard to accept the sudden change.
And now? Now he swam in a sea of neither. Friend nor foe, he didn’t know what to call them. He knew too much to be a passerby, yet not enough to trust those gleaming eyes. He’d never again be able to be more.
Yet he waited, couldn’t help but cross his arms and watch the solid wooden door Christian was behind. Because he needed to know. It was better, too, to see this through. If Christian left TNA, then it would make things easier. Rhino would be alone again, not caught in this whirlwind of uncertainties. He couldn’t be blind sighted, because he trusted no one.
It wasn’t fair, he thought, it wasn’t fair how Christian loftily sidestepped whatever issues he had. If the man didn’t want to deal with them, then they didn’t exist. Rhino, though, felt torn with every obstacle, could feel them slipping back into their rhythm and worried about it.
Brushing a hand through tangled hair, he casually noted the tremors of pain as they brushed closing wounds. He’d done that too. He’d charged down, headfirst, to avenge the man who had betrayed him so. Rhino wasn’t sure if he should have let Kurt rile him up like that, but even the notion of Christian leaving had confused him. His mind had reeled, unable to grasp it, and he’d felt his limbs move without hesitation. He’d defended him once more.
A scraping sound and Rhino looked up to see the door open. He glanced at his watch, the time ticking away. He had a match in ten minutes.
“Hey.”
Christian looked comfortable, all too comfortable, though Rhino knew sore muscles had to ache. The blond man didn’t seem surprised, just ambled down the hallway and towards the gorilla position. It was strange, for he had no business being there. Rhino hated it when Christian did strange things, it never ended well. It ended in new alliances, old ones broken, and it ended in regret.
“You shouldn’t have waited for me, I have nothing to say,” Christian murmured, grabbing a bag from the floor and slinging it over his shoulder.
“Why not?”
His friend turned his head. “Because you shouldn’t know.”
Eight minutes to find out why. Eight minutes wouldn’t be enough. Rhino moved on the spot, shaking limbs and stretching muscles. It really wasn’t enough, but he’d take the pain if it meant finding out what was going on.
“Everyone else seems to know. Why is that?”
“I told them.”
“And not me.”
Christian nodded, finally stopped and sat down on a nearby crate. He looked tiny against the dark backdrop of a concrete wall. Sitting down he didn’t look at all remarkable, just out of place. Was that why the rumours insisted he was leaving?
“Is this some sort of test?” he inquired as Christian stretched his legs. Six minutes, seconds clicking away. “Are you trying to see if I can just tell? We haven’t been that close in a while, Christian.”
A shake of the head. “No, no test, just me not telling.”
“Why not?”
Rhino could feel his temper get the best of him. Thinking had never been his strong suit and Christian was taking advantage of that now. There were possibilities, of course, of taunting and messing with his head, but there was a genuine hint to his voice. Rhino still didn’t understand.
“Because it would change things and I don’t want them to change.”
“Change is inevitable. It’s probably good, too.” Such words didn’t fit the world Rhino lived in, but he spoke them anyway. In four minutes his chance would have gone. Change wasn’t going to defeat him that easily.
“You shouldn’t change.”
As Rhino removed his sweater and ignored the stagehands beckoning for him, Christian had gotten to his feet again. They were standing side by side now, each person holding on to something they were afraid to let go. Companionship, understanding, they didn’t want it destroyed.
Yet Rhino wanted to know.
“Christian…”
Blue eyes sparkled. “It’s okay. You’ll know, eventually.”
An arm slung around Rhino’s neck, pulling him closer. The last time they’d hugged, Rhino had found himself facefirst on a chair. Hugging led to deceit in the world of wrestling, yet he didn’t twitch. He didn’t shudder. Christian, instead, shook as large arms encircled his waist. It was awkward, but needed.
Rhino could feel the quick brush of lips against his neck, felt jolted because of it, but didn’t let the two minutes mock him. Christian rested his head against his and he could almost hear a pounding pain. The two minutes went by way too fast.
“I need to know.”
Laughing softly, Christian moved in his embrace. “And I need you to remain ignorant. I’m sorry, Terry.”
A smile against his cheek, hands faintly brushing his shoulder. Twenty seconds left.
“Tell me,” he urged again, almost feeling the seconds pass. Ten seconds remained, burning as they faded into nothing.
“I can’t.”
Blue eyes didn’t look as uncertain as they should have. Christian already knew, he just wasn’t telling. Five seconds, and Rhino was let go. He found himself alone and ‘three’, ‘two’, ‘one’, his time was up. He forced his body to move, didn’t stop even though he nearly stumbled. He blinked against the stinging lights, felt the rush of heat coming towards him as fans cried out frantically. He wondered, then, if they also knew. If they knew what he had yet to be told.
He’d always been the last to know.
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Picspam:
See? Rhino says ROAR. Even though, you know, rhinos don't roar. They crap a lot and try to run people over. But they don't roar.
My blood fetish is showing, isn't it?
Getting blowjobs in the ring is not cool, dude.
These two amuse me so. I've even considered writing fic, but that would make me feel dirty. Not because it's not 'OMG THE SLASH', but I don't like Lauren that much. Crystal was much more fun.
Serious Rhino is Serious.
Rhino: "Shut up."
SRS RHINO IS SRS, I said!
These two enjoy killing each other. Isn't it precious?
~
Promotion:
Well, everyone, I need to do some promoting! wrestleficathon has gotten to the voting stages again and this time there's ten stories to choose from! (Including one of mine, but that's not terribly important.)
We had three prompts to choose from - Thanksgiving, Memory and Heartbreak - and I'd love it if some of you could drop a vote.
In fact, please do. ;)
~
Wrestling New:
"Silence, I kill you!"
(Do I even need to say anything?)
~
Fic:
Title: Of Eyes So Sad.
Author: Lalaith86 (Sila)
Pairing: Rhino/Christian
Rating: PG
Feedback: Yes, please!
Disclaimer: I own nothing!
Summary: Rhino needs to know where Christian stands. Is he leaving, or not?
Author's Notes: I don't actually like this one. I've had it finished for a few days and tweaked it, but it still doesn't feel right. Probably because it's just a continuation of the earlier two fics and thus has a flimsy plot. Meh.
He’d been waiting, patiently leaning against the wall after he’d heard raised voices inside. There’d been murmurs, whispers he’d rather not listen to but couldn’t ignore. It had been a rude wake-up call and one he hadn’t expected.
If there was anyone who knew not to fall for Christian’s easy smile and pleasantries, then it was Rhino. Their history together had left him with knowledge of both sides of the fray. Behind enemy lines, he’d seen Christian broken and harried, but also the scheming he had perfected into an art-form. Then there was the shock of finding himself faced with the angry eyes of his former best friend and the flurry of punches that touched more than just flesh. It had been hard to accept the sudden change.
And now? Now he swam in a sea of neither. Friend nor foe, he didn’t know what to call them. He knew too much to be a passerby, yet not enough to trust those gleaming eyes. He’d never again be able to be more.
Yet he waited, couldn’t help but cross his arms and watch the solid wooden door Christian was behind. Because he needed to know. It was better, too, to see this through. If Christian left TNA, then it would make things easier. Rhino would be alone again, not caught in this whirlwind of uncertainties. He couldn’t be blind sighted, because he trusted no one.
It wasn’t fair, he thought, it wasn’t fair how Christian loftily sidestepped whatever issues he had. If the man didn’t want to deal with them, then they didn’t exist. Rhino, though, felt torn with every obstacle, could feel them slipping back into their rhythm and worried about it.
Brushing a hand through tangled hair, he casually noted the tremors of pain as they brushed closing wounds. He’d done that too. He’d charged down, headfirst, to avenge the man who had betrayed him so. Rhino wasn’t sure if he should have let Kurt rile him up like that, but even the notion of Christian leaving had confused him. His mind had reeled, unable to grasp it, and he’d felt his limbs move without hesitation. He’d defended him once more.
A scraping sound and Rhino looked up to see the door open. He glanced at his watch, the time ticking away. He had a match in ten minutes.
“Hey.”
Christian looked comfortable, all too comfortable, though Rhino knew sore muscles had to ache. The blond man didn’t seem surprised, just ambled down the hallway and towards the gorilla position. It was strange, for he had no business being there. Rhino hated it when Christian did strange things, it never ended well. It ended in new alliances, old ones broken, and it ended in regret.
“You shouldn’t have waited for me, I have nothing to say,” Christian murmured, grabbing a bag from the floor and slinging it over his shoulder.
“Why not?”
His friend turned his head. “Because you shouldn’t know.”
Eight minutes to find out why. Eight minutes wouldn’t be enough. Rhino moved on the spot, shaking limbs and stretching muscles. It really wasn’t enough, but he’d take the pain if it meant finding out what was going on.
“Everyone else seems to know. Why is that?”
“I told them.”
“And not me.”
Christian nodded, finally stopped and sat down on a nearby crate. He looked tiny against the dark backdrop of a concrete wall. Sitting down he didn’t look at all remarkable, just out of place. Was that why the rumours insisted he was leaving?
“Is this some sort of test?” he inquired as Christian stretched his legs. Six minutes, seconds clicking away. “Are you trying to see if I can just tell? We haven’t been that close in a while, Christian.”
A shake of the head. “No, no test, just me not telling.”
“Why not?”
Rhino could feel his temper get the best of him. Thinking had never been his strong suit and Christian was taking advantage of that now. There were possibilities, of course, of taunting and messing with his head, but there was a genuine hint to his voice. Rhino still didn’t understand.
“Because it would change things and I don’t want them to change.”
“Change is inevitable. It’s probably good, too.” Such words didn’t fit the world Rhino lived in, but he spoke them anyway. In four minutes his chance would have gone. Change wasn’t going to defeat him that easily.
“You shouldn’t change.”
As Rhino removed his sweater and ignored the stagehands beckoning for him, Christian had gotten to his feet again. They were standing side by side now, each person holding on to something they were afraid to let go. Companionship, understanding, they didn’t want it destroyed.
Yet Rhino wanted to know.
“Christian…”
Blue eyes sparkled. “It’s okay. You’ll know, eventually.”
An arm slung around Rhino’s neck, pulling him closer. The last time they’d hugged, Rhino had found himself facefirst on a chair. Hugging led to deceit in the world of wrestling, yet he didn’t twitch. He didn’t shudder. Christian, instead, shook as large arms encircled his waist. It was awkward, but needed.
Rhino could feel the quick brush of lips against his neck, felt jolted because of it, but didn’t let the two minutes mock him. Christian rested his head against his and he could almost hear a pounding pain. The two minutes went by way too fast.
“I need to know.”
Laughing softly, Christian moved in his embrace. “And I need you to remain ignorant. I’m sorry, Terry.”
A smile against his cheek, hands faintly brushing his shoulder. Twenty seconds left.
“Tell me,” he urged again, almost feeling the seconds pass. Ten seconds remained, burning as they faded into nothing.
“I can’t.”
Blue eyes didn’t look as uncertain as they should have. Christian already knew, he just wasn’t telling. Five seconds, and Rhino was let go. He found himself alone and ‘three’, ‘two’, ‘one’, his time was up. He forced his body to move, didn’t stop even though he nearly stumbled. He blinked against the stinging lights, felt the rush of heat coming towards him as fans cried out frantically. He wondered, then, if they also knew. If they knew what he had yet to be told.
He’d always been the last to know.
~
Picspam:
See? Rhino says ROAR. Even though, you know, rhinos don't roar. They crap a lot and try to run people over. But they don't roar.
My blood fetish is showing, isn't it?
Getting blowjobs in the ring is not cool, dude.
These two amuse me so. I've even considered writing fic, but that would make me feel dirty. Not because it's not 'OMG THE SLASH', but I don't like Lauren that much. Crystal was much more fun.
Serious Rhino is Serious.
Rhino: "Shut up."
SRS RHINO IS SRS, I said!