Yesterday was national kissing day, and I was talking about how it would have been a good excuse for a kiss meme, and how it seemed those kind of themed memes seemed to have died out a little
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Kobra Kid/Gabe -- Snake VisionjedusaurJuly 8 2011, 18:51:06 UTC
It's hard to believe that the desert will get cold in a few hours, but Gabe believes it. He knows better than to go off soul-searching by himself without checking the Wikipedia page on deserts first. He's not, like, stupid. So he gathers up some wood and sits there with his lighter, trying to get it to catch. It's really not working.
"Need some help there?"
Gabe looks up to see a guy standing there, hip cocked. He's dressed in a manner of which Gabe approves fully: black skinny jeans, a yellow tiger-striped shirt, and a red jacket, with a strangely decorated motorcycle helmet under his arm. There's no motorcycle in sight. His hair is bleached and styled like someone tried to slick it back with dust, and his face is friendly in an expressionless sort of way.
"Sure," Gabe says. "You know how to start a fire?"
The guy draws something off his hip that looks a hell of a lot like a gun. Gabe raises his eyebrows, then scrambles back in a panic when the guy starts shooting fucking lasers or some shit at his sad little pile of twigs. "What the fuck? Who the fuck are you?" Gabe demands.
The guy scoots one of the bigger pieces of wood toward the tiny flame and sits cross-legged on the other side of it. "You can call me Kobra," he says, and twirls the gun in his fingers.
***
"I just need a goal," says Gabe. "I'm awesome at getting shit done when I know what I'm doing it for, but if I don't have a plan, I'm the laziest bastard on earth. I need some kind of purpose."
Wikipedia has proven itself wise. The desert is fucking freezing at night. Gabe and Kobra are sitting next to each other now, pressed up arm to arm and hip to hip, sharing body heat and leaning toward the little fire. It would probably go out if Gabe went to sleep, but sleep was never part of the plan for this trip.
"What's important to you?" asks Kobra, and well, that's the question, isn't it? Gabe shrugs, feeling Kobra's jacket rub against his shoulder as he does.
"Music. I want to do something with music. And... I don't know, getting people to stop letting their cynicism dictate their lives. I guess that's kind of lofty."
Kobra puts a hand on Gabe's knee gently. "If you didn't want lofty, you wouldn't be on a fucking spirit quest."
This is a point.
"The world sucks," murmurs Kobra, and his face is close to Gabe's. "It's easy to give up, once you have that realization. Because it's not going to change, not really, not on a massive enough scale to really mean anything. The world is always going to suck. We can't really do anything about that. But that doesn't mean we have to be miserable. We can party through the apocalypse without a reason."
"That is a reason," whispers Gabe. "Fuck yeah, partying through the apocalypse. Living in the... fuck." He touches Kobra's face, and then they're kissing, cold from the desert air but hot from the friction of their tongues.
***
Sleeping wasn't part of Gabe's plan, but plans aren't worth shit at the end of the world, and when he wakes up Kobra is gone.
He staggers back to civilization in a daze, and when people ask him what he saw in the desert, he tells them.
Re: Kobra Kid/Gabe -- Snake VisiondesfinadoJuly 11 2011, 20:35:14 UTC
"That is a reason," whispers Gabe. "Fuck yeah, partying through the apocalypse. Living in the... fuck." He touches Kobra's face, and then they're kissing, cold from the desert air but hot from the friction of their tongues.
Mmmm I love how they get all worked up talking and just have to KISS before they've even stopped, how excited Gabe gets about it. UNF.
"Need some help there?"
Gabe looks up to see a guy standing there, hip cocked. He's dressed in a manner of which Gabe approves fully: black skinny jeans, a yellow tiger-striped shirt, and a red jacket, with a strangely decorated motorcycle helmet under his arm. There's no motorcycle in sight. His hair is bleached and styled like someone tried to slick it back with dust, and his face is friendly in an expressionless sort of way.
"Sure," Gabe says. "You know how to start a fire?"
The guy draws something off his hip that looks a hell of a lot like a gun. Gabe raises his eyebrows, then scrambles back in a panic when the guy starts shooting fucking lasers or some shit at his sad little pile of twigs. "What the fuck? Who the fuck are you?" Gabe demands.
The guy scoots one of the bigger pieces of wood toward the tiny flame and sits cross-legged on the other side of it. "You can call me Kobra," he says, and twirls the gun in his fingers.
***
"I just need a goal," says Gabe. "I'm awesome at getting shit done when I know what I'm doing it for, but if I don't have a plan, I'm the laziest bastard on earth. I need some kind of purpose."
Wikipedia has proven itself wise. The desert is fucking freezing at night. Gabe and Kobra are sitting next to each other now, pressed up arm to arm and hip to hip, sharing body heat and leaning toward the little fire. It would probably go out if Gabe went to sleep, but sleep was never part of the plan for this trip.
"What's important to you?" asks Kobra, and well, that's the question, isn't it? Gabe shrugs, feeling Kobra's jacket rub against his shoulder as he does.
"Music. I want to do something with music. And... I don't know, getting people to stop letting their cynicism dictate their lives. I guess that's kind of lofty."
Kobra puts a hand on Gabe's knee gently. "If you didn't want lofty, you wouldn't be on a fucking spirit quest."
This is a point.
"The world sucks," murmurs Kobra, and his face is close to Gabe's. "It's easy to give up, once you have that realization. Because it's not going to change, not really, not on a massive enough scale to really mean anything. The world is always going to suck. We can't really do anything about that. But that doesn't mean we have to be miserable. We can party through the apocalypse without a reason."
"That is a reason," whispers Gabe. "Fuck yeah, partying through the apocalypse. Living in the... fuck." He touches Kobra's face, and then they're kissing, cold from the desert air but hot from the friction of their tongues.
***
Sleeping wasn't part of Gabe's plan, but plans aren't worth shit at the end of the world, and when he wakes up Kobra is gone.
He staggers back to civilization in a daze, and when people ask him what he saw in the desert, he tells them.
***
Further Kobra Kid/Gabe reading: here and here.
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That makes so much sense and I'm sitting here thinking, of course he is! He has to be.
This is amazing *___*
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Mmmm I love how they get all worked up talking and just have to KISS before they've even stopped, how excited Gabe gets about it. UNF.
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