[Random snippet] [Chronos' Children] [#9 Music]
Title: Music
Universe: Chronos' Children
Characters: Max, Henry
Wordcount: 381
Rating: PG / FSK6
Warnings: /
Summary: Max is searching for the right lyrics. Henry gets a sample.
Notes: Henry Jones is called 'Indy' by most of his family and friends. go figure
Max is the strangest character I've probably ever written. He's on his way to become a successful rock-star with his band but he never seems to fall for any of the clichés, or cares what you think of him.
„Chopping veggies in the ki-iiitchen, yeah! Nothing better than my stew…”
“Max!”
“Add the onions to the pa-aaaan, yeah! Ain’t I the best cook ev-eeeer!”
“Max!”
“I’m the master chef of all, I’m the god of Rock’n…”
“MAX!!! Would you please stop it?!”
Henry didn’t like to scream, but it was necessary over the loud heavy-metal sound of the tape and the even louder, if perfect singing of his cousin. Said cousin turned around and waved cheerfully at him before he finally shut the stereo down.
“Hey Indy! Dinner’ll be ready in ten. Do you like the new sound? I don’t have the lyrics for it yet, but I have a feeling it will be a hit!”
Henry snorted.
“Not if you keep those lines.”
That got him a laugh from Max and a rather seductive wink as he draped himself over the kitchen table.
“You know I was just fooling around. I’d never write a cooking song, that’s not what turns me on.”
“And burnt stew does?”, Henry replied dryly, hand a faint gesture towards the stove.
His cousin blew him a mock-kiss and whirled around to save his cooking. Multitasking had never been a weakness of Max’s. Humming the tune of his newest song under his breath and hips swinging with the rhythm, he danced more than anything around the stove, giving the simple meal its last touches.
Henry grinned while he pulled out silverware from the drawer and searched for plates. As always it was rather strange to watch Max. Most people wouldn’t be able to wrap their minds around the fact that the tall, scary, wild-haired man was able to move so lightly, even less to show such a playful behaviour at home. The fact that he had tied Sally’s pink apron over his black and scandalously tight leather pants wasn’t helping either, even if it did match with the fuzzy blue slippers on his feet.
“I should make photos. If you ever become a successful rockstar, I’ll be able to make a fortune with them.”
“I’ll claim they’re faked. Noone would believe it anyway. ‘Cause, you know”, and with that, the stereo roared back to life, “The scariest guy around, that’s me-eee! That’s right, the guy in black and rosé-eee!”
Henry groaned and covered his ears.
Universe: Chronos' Children
Characters: Max, Henry
Wordcount: 381
Rating: PG / FSK6
Warnings: /
Summary: Max is searching for the right lyrics. Henry gets a sample.
Notes: Henry Jones is called 'Indy' by most of his family and friends. go figure
Max is the strangest character I've probably ever written. He's on his way to become a successful rock-star with his band but he never seems to fall for any of the clichés, or cares what you think of him.
„Chopping veggies in the ki-iiitchen, yeah! Nothing better than my stew…”
“Max!”
“Add the onions to the pa-aaaan, yeah! Ain’t I the best cook ev-eeeer!”
“Max!”
“I’m the master chef of all, I’m the god of Rock’n…”
“MAX!!! Would you please stop it?!”
Henry didn’t like to scream, but it was necessary over the loud heavy-metal sound of the tape and the even louder, if perfect singing of his cousin. Said cousin turned around and waved cheerfully at him before he finally shut the stereo down.
“Hey Indy! Dinner’ll be ready in ten. Do you like the new sound? I don’t have the lyrics for it yet, but I have a feeling it will be a hit!”
Henry snorted.
“Not if you keep those lines.”
That got him a laugh from Max and a rather seductive wink as he draped himself over the kitchen table.
“You know I was just fooling around. I’d never write a cooking song, that’s not what turns me on.”
“And burnt stew does?”, Henry replied dryly, hand a faint gesture towards the stove.
His cousin blew him a mock-kiss and whirled around to save his cooking. Multitasking had never been a weakness of Max’s. Humming the tune of his newest song under his breath and hips swinging with the rhythm, he danced more than anything around the stove, giving the simple meal its last touches.
Henry grinned while he pulled out silverware from the drawer and searched for plates. As always it was rather strange to watch Max. Most people wouldn’t be able to wrap their minds around the fact that the tall, scary, wild-haired man was able to move so lightly, even less to show such a playful behaviour at home. The fact that he had tied Sally’s pink apron over his black and scandalously tight leather pants wasn’t helping either, even if it did match with the fuzzy blue slippers on his feet.
“I should make photos. If you ever become a successful rockstar, I’ll be able to make a fortune with them.”
“I’ll claim they’re faked. Noone would believe it anyway. ‘Cause, you know”, and with that, the stereo roared back to life, “The scariest guy around, that’s me-eee! That’s right, the guy in black and rosé-eee!”
Henry groaned and covered his ears.