[tms] june #17 - george orwell quote
Myths which are believed in tend to become true.
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NOTE: Zee is zee_ali and used without permission but lots of love and adoration. And cookies. :p
“Has this been happening…a lot?”
Blushing beet red as he stood in the food court of The Secret Garden of Siegfried and Roy, Tommy flashed Ziyah an apologetic smile as he signed the cover of a magazine, handing it back to the awestruck teenager that had meekly asked for his autograph. “Uh…to be honest? A lot since Buried Alive.” He confessed.
“I’m noticing, yeah.”
“Mama?”
“No, bambina, daddy. Can you say ‘Daddy’s a ham?’”
“…PAM!”
Laughing, Tommy moved on to a magazine ad for The Rapture, signing it with a glance over his shoulder at mother and daughter, sitting at the table where they were having lunch. “Thanks a lot! You ain’t allowed to turn her against me!”
“I am until you come back here and eat! I saw you skip lunch yesterday, don’t jerk me around!”
Rolling his eyes, Tommy turned back to the crowd…who were suddenly getting ready to disperse.
“Go be with your family, Tommy! We don’t wanna keep you!”
“You need to take care of yourself, Mr. Karras!”
“My wife and I are here for two weeks, brother, we’ll catch you soon!”
Flabbergasted, Tommy made his goodbyes to the group and went back to sit beside Zee, jaw hanging open. “That’s…amazing.”
“Not so much…you have that affect on people.” Ziyah pointed out, moving to feed him a french fry from his plate. “I know how your fans feel…that’s how I ended up here.”
Accepting the fry, Tommy rolled his eyes and leaned over to pluck May from Zee’s lap. “They’re not fans, I don’t have fans. They’re just cool people.”
“You know, sometimes I can’t decide if your lack of ego is really sweet or really annoying.”
Narrowing his eyes with a grin, Tommy picked up a french fry of his own and fed it to her. “Lemme alone, huh?” he snickered, turning his attention to May. Reaching out for one of the cooked pasta spirals they’d brought for her lunch, Tommy fed her a tiny piece she accepted with her mouth wide open. “That goes for you, too.”
May just reached up to gum at her piece of pasta, watching him calmly.
“Give me back my daughter, you pig. Tell me more about how your groupies have been taking care of you.”
Handing May back to Zee, Tommy sat back in his chair and removed his sunglasses, tilting his face into the sun. “There’s no groupies, Zee. You’re right about the following, though. My powers are changing. They’re stronger, more flexible. I’m doing things at master level onstage. My own effects, no gimmicks.”
“How is that possible?”
“The people believe it.” He replied, straightening again and squinting at her. “Told you a long time ago, babe: my people are nothing without humans. We are what you believe we are. So if a few thousand people think I can walk on water? I can walk on water. Their faith sustains my power.”
“Well, I don’t know about those little girls that were here before, but this one sure thinks you do.” Zee grinned, gazing down at May fondly. “How about it, bambina?”
“Mama!”
Laughing, Tommy bent to kiss his daughter, then rose to kiss his fiancée. “Yeah, s’ what I thought.” He drawled against Zee’s lips before grinning wickedly.
“So? Wanna see if I can?”
“What?”
“Walk on water.”
“Oh holy *hell!*”
“What? Hotel’s got a pool. C’mon, we’ll go finish the Garden, show May the tigers, then we’ll show her what Daddy can really do. You just gotta believe!”
“I believe you’re insane.”
“Maybe that’s why I wanna do it.” He teased, stealing another kiss as he went back to his burger. “If you wanna stop me, better start trying to believe me sane again.”
Zee laughed…but didn’t say another word as she went back to feeding May again.
Muse: Tommy Karras
Fandom: Original Character
Words: 648
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NOTE: Zee is zee_ali and used without permission but lots of love and adoration. And cookies. :p
“Has this been happening…a lot?”
Blushing beet red as he stood in the food court of The Secret Garden of Siegfried and Roy, Tommy flashed Ziyah an apologetic smile as he signed the cover of a magazine, handing it back to the awestruck teenager that had meekly asked for his autograph. “Uh…to be honest? A lot since Buried Alive.” He confessed.
“I’m noticing, yeah.”
“Mama?”
“No, bambina, daddy. Can you say ‘Daddy’s a ham?’”
“…PAM!”
Laughing, Tommy moved on to a magazine ad for The Rapture, signing it with a glance over his shoulder at mother and daughter, sitting at the table where they were having lunch. “Thanks a lot! You ain’t allowed to turn her against me!”
“I am until you come back here and eat! I saw you skip lunch yesterday, don’t jerk me around!”
Rolling his eyes, Tommy turned back to the crowd…who were suddenly getting ready to disperse.
“Go be with your family, Tommy! We don’t wanna keep you!”
“You need to take care of yourself, Mr. Karras!”
“My wife and I are here for two weeks, brother, we’ll catch you soon!”
Flabbergasted, Tommy made his goodbyes to the group and went back to sit beside Zee, jaw hanging open. “That’s…amazing.”
“Not so much…you have that affect on people.” Ziyah pointed out, moving to feed him a french fry from his plate. “I know how your fans feel…that’s how I ended up here.”
Accepting the fry, Tommy rolled his eyes and leaned over to pluck May from Zee’s lap. “They’re not fans, I don’t have fans. They’re just cool people.”
“You know, sometimes I can’t decide if your lack of ego is really sweet or really annoying.”
Narrowing his eyes with a grin, Tommy picked up a french fry of his own and fed it to her. “Lemme alone, huh?” he snickered, turning his attention to May. Reaching out for one of the cooked pasta spirals they’d brought for her lunch, Tommy fed her a tiny piece she accepted with her mouth wide open. “That goes for you, too.”
May just reached up to gum at her piece of pasta, watching him calmly.
“Give me back my daughter, you pig. Tell me more about how your groupies have been taking care of you.”
Handing May back to Zee, Tommy sat back in his chair and removed his sunglasses, tilting his face into the sun. “There’s no groupies, Zee. You’re right about the following, though. My powers are changing. They’re stronger, more flexible. I’m doing things at master level onstage. My own effects, no gimmicks.”
“How is that possible?”
“The people believe it.” He replied, straightening again and squinting at her. “Told you a long time ago, babe: my people are nothing without humans. We are what you believe we are. So if a few thousand people think I can walk on water? I can walk on water. Their faith sustains my power.”
“Well, I don’t know about those little girls that were here before, but this one sure thinks you do.” Zee grinned, gazing down at May fondly. “How about it, bambina?”
“Mama!”
Laughing, Tommy bent to kiss his daughter, then rose to kiss his fiancée. “Yeah, s’ what I thought.” He drawled against Zee’s lips before grinning wickedly.
“So? Wanna see if I can?”
“What?”
“Walk on water.”
“Oh holy *hell!*”
“What? Hotel’s got a pool. C’mon, we’ll go finish the Garden, show May the tigers, then we’ll show her what Daddy can really do. You just gotta believe!”
“I believe you’re insane.”
“Maybe that’s why I wanna do it.” He teased, stealing another kiss as he went back to his burger. “If you wanna stop me, better start trying to believe me sane again.”
Zee laughed…but didn’t say another word as she went back to feeding May again.
Muse: Tommy Karras
Fandom: Original Character
Words: 648