Pipster Prompt-a-Thon II
Let´s get this party started!
What is a Prompt-a-Thon?
Super-fun! (Check out our last one)
Basically, you leave a prompt, someone fills your prompt (fic, art, everything) and in turn leaves a prompt which is filled by someone (this someone can of course be you, thus creating a nearly neverending chain of prompts and fills)
I´ll post an example in the ( Read more... )
What is a Prompt-a-Thon?
Super-fun! (Check out our last one)
Basically, you leave a prompt, someone fills your prompt (fic, art, everything) and in turn leaves a prompt which is filled by someone (this someone can of course be you, thus creating a nearly neverending chain of prompts and fills)
I´ll post an example in the ( Read more... )
He clutched James´ shoulders tightly as they half-waltzed half-stumbled through the room. James was singing a silly tune, forgetting most of the words and substituting them with "la-la-la".
Gambi clapped his hands in the rhythm and smiled.
As Piper and James did what no sane man could describe as dancing, Len was engaged in an awkward three-way-hug with Lisa and Roscoe, muttering "I´m sorry"s and "I love you"s in her hair and crushing Roscoe against his chest. It was physically uncomfortable and it hurt, but they wouldn´t let go.
Roy was painting the wall. "It´s gonna be my masterpiece," he declared between brushstrokes. "It will be magnificent, it will be perfect."
He was painting the Brightest Day, how they had come back to life and how they all had defeated the black entity, all together - all feelings, all emotion and one goal.
It was in color.
And for the first time in his life, they weren´t clashing horribly or mismatched.
For the first time in his life...Roy could see colors.
Digger smiled, he beamed at his son.
Owen smiled back.
"I am incredibly proud of you," Digger said and engulfed Owen in a bone-crushing bear hug. They both refused to let go.
In countless mirrors, Sam and Mark watched the world, saw the fireworks, the celebrations, the parties on the streets, strangers hugging, crying and the sheer joy.
Joy of being alive, joy of seeing beloved ones that had died alive once again, joy of being together...joy of loving and being loved.
Evan and Axel sat in a corner, silent.
Music blasted from the headphones around Axel´s neck.
The family was re-united, all struggles forgotten and forgiven, all happy...
It pulled, it yanked at Axel´s heartstrings...he had sort of a soft spot for happy families. And this one didn´t need him. It hurt. All the anger in him bubbled up, all the harsh words inside him, the frustration, it wanted out. He wanted to smash, to tear to shreds, to hurt others before he got hurt...
Someone nearly crashed into him.
The old guy, the sell-out, the "old" Trickster giggled and sank down on the floor beside him.
"What a party," he said smilingly.
"Retro-bullshit," Axel spat out.
"Just because it´s retro doesn´t mean it´s bad," the "old" Trickster said with a knowing look on his face.
Axel wanted to scream. He hated patronizing.
"Aren´t we the weirdest family you have ever seen?" the "old" Trickster asked before Axel could snap, could lash out.
"Uh-huh, weird, man," Axel spat.
"You know, that´s the thing about family...there´s always room for more," the "old" Trickster said and rose to his feet. He went to each single Rogue and hugged them.
When he came to Piper, he kissed him instead.
They laughed again and started to sing.
One by one, the others joined in.
They...seemed to shine, with tears and laughter and love.
Axel did have a soft spot for happy families.
And maybe...he´d finally be part of one.
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I don´t know how axel managed to take this one over, it was supposed to be piper-centric^^
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