I guess we lost.
More bandfic! It's.. it's eaten my brain. Seriously. There are no words for the insanity, and now I'm spreading the crazy.
Thanks to 1001cranes and 23crayons for convincing me this wasn't absolute suck. Or suck at all. ♥
Title: By the Skin of Their Teeth
Rating: Emo PG
Pairing: Pete/Patrick
Summary: Bittersweet.
Disclaimer: Not true. Don't sue.
Pete likes to hold on to things. He is the little boy with the injured bird that ends up smothering it because he wants to keep it safe. It's sweet and endearing when it's not sad and desperate, and lately Patrick has trouble seperating the two. At least this time, the sick crack of breaking bones and crushing lungs is just metaphor.
There are still bruises though, on Patrick's arms, wrists, hips, from Pete holding on. Mouth latched onto the nape of Patrick's neck. Fingers clinched tight like he's afraid Patrick's going to disappear, slip through his fingertips like sand and dissolve into dust for Pete to breathe in, mourning the loss on each exhale.
Patrick takes it in stride, relaxing into the way Pete's hands curl around his waist a little tighter. He curves his fingers over Pete's side, fitting fingers in the dips between ribs, and holds on.
Thanks to 1001cranes and 23crayons for convincing me this wasn't absolute suck. Or suck at all. ♥
Title: By the Skin of Their Teeth
Rating: Emo PG
Pairing: Pete/Patrick
Summary: Bittersweet.
Disclaimer: Not true. Don't sue.
Pete likes to hold on to things. He is the little boy with the injured bird that ends up smothering it because he wants to keep it safe. It's sweet and endearing when it's not sad and desperate, and lately Patrick has trouble seperating the two. At least this time, the sick crack of breaking bones and crushing lungs is just metaphor.
There are still bruises though, on Patrick's arms, wrists, hips, from Pete holding on. Mouth latched onto the nape of Patrick's neck. Fingers clinched tight like he's afraid Patrick's going to disappear, slip through his fingertips like sand and dissolve into dust for Pete to breathe in, mourning the loss on each exhale.
Patrick takes it in stride, relaxing into the way Pete's hands curl around his waist a little tighter. He curves his fingers over Pete's side, fitting fingers in the dips between ribs, and holds on.