[jp] stranger by johnny hollow
NOTE: Takes place about two weeks ago.
Soft like a rose cloaked in daggers
Your grin I can lease for the anger
I'm sorry
You felt that
You needed to hide
The difference inside you
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Falling in love was hard enough, falling twice was harder still. There was, however, nothing more difficult than forgetting love and then remembering, with painful and soul-shaking clarity, that first sweet freefall into oblivion.
It was an afternoon rehearsal and Carl, her co-star, was out with a broken foot. She needed to check the blocking and Tommy was the only one that somewhat matched his shape and coloring. It was a transitional piece for one of her costume changes, allowing her to sit in the darkened hall and watch as Tommy stalked in a man-sized cage with all the rage and restless fury of the panther he was portraying.
Without warning, it came alive before her eyes. Tommy became the man-beast, a panther made human by her power, her will. Every step echoed in her ears as the music track played, cymbals crashing and strings rising to a crescendo as the rage crested and the bars of the cage spread without warning or aid from his hands or any others.
Sinuously, he slid out and tossed his black curls back. The feral grin on his face sent chills down her spine. Fragmented memories filled her mind with a similar smile, a thicker head of lighter, coarser hair and powerful arms that, once they held her that first time, spoke promises of protection and safety that held her spellbound for the rest of her days.
The power of that strength brought weakness. It stole, it lied and yet it made no promises it couldn’t keep. That strength was visible now beneath a snug fitting MOTLEY CRUE t-shirt and well-worn jeans, in sinewy bare feet that made no sound other than the commanding stomp dubbed into the music track.
His arms spread as he threw back his head and roared in triumph. Dancers converged around him and cowered at his feet. From her vantage point, Channing saw awe and kernels of very real fear in each human face.
“Cut! Take five, everyone…that was great.”
The beast died almost instantly, leaving darkness once again. Channing mourned, just a little, silently wishing for that spark of life to rise in his eyes again. It was a lost cause…that spark was lost somewhere in the world, where even Tommy couldn’t find her.
“Tommy?”
“Yeah, Chan?”
“I…thank you.”
With a small, shy smile, he nodded and hopped off the stage, and as he walked away Channing knew she was going to have to let Carl go. She couldn’t live with anything less than Tommy in her show. She needed her audience to see this, to experience this moment.
She would sell the pieces of her borrowed soul for a single moment to stand by his side onstage and feel the wrath of a god burn against her skin.
Muse: Channing Vale
Fandom: Original Character
Words: 463
Soft like a rose cloaked in daggers
Your grin I can lease for the anger
I'm sorry
You felt that
You needed to hide
The difference inside you
====================
Falling in love was hard enough, falling twice was harder still. There was, however, nothing more difficult than forgetting love and then remembering, with painful and soul-shaking clarity, that first sweet freefall into oblivion.
It was an afternoon rehearsal and Carl, her co-star, was out with a broken foot. She needed to check the blocking and Tommy was the only one that somewhat matched his shape and coloring. It was a transitional piece for one of her costume changes, allowing her to sit in the darkened hall and watch as Tommy stalked in a man-sized cage with all the rage and restless fury of the panther he was portraying.
Without warning, it came alive before her eyes. Tommy became the man-beast, a panther made human by her power, her will. Every step echoed in her ears as the music track played, cymbals crashing and strings rising to a crescendo as the rage crested and the bars of the cage spread without warning or aid from his hands or any others.
Sinuously, he slid out and tossed his black curls back. The feral grin on his face sent chills down her spine. Fragmented memories filled her mind with a similar smile, a thicker head of lighter, coarser hair and powerful arms that, once they held her that first time, spoke promises of protection and safety that held her spellbound for the rest of her days.
The power of that strength brought weakness. It stole, it lied and yet it made no promises it couldn’t keep. That strength was visible now beneath a snug fitting MOTLEY CRUE t-shirt and well-worn jeans, in sinewy bare feet that made no sound other than the commanding stomp dubbed into the music track.
His arms spread as he threw back his head and roared in triumph. Dancers converged around him and cowered at his feet. From her vantage point, Channing saw awe and kernels of very real fear in each human face.
“Cut! Take five, everyone…that was great.”
The beast died almost instantly, leaving darkness once again. Channing mourned, just a little, silently wishing for that spark of life to rise in his eyes again. It was a lost cause…that spark was lost somewhere in the world, where even Tommy couldn’t find her.
“Tommy?”
“Yeah, Chan?”
“I…thank you.”
With a small, shy smile, he nodded and hopped off the stage, and as he walked away Channing knew she was going to have to let Carl go. She couldn’t live with anything less than Tommy in her show. She needed her audience to see this, to experience this moment.
She would sell the pieces of her borrowed soul for a single moment to stand by his side onstage and feel the wrath of a god burn against her skin.
Muse: Channing Vale
Fandom: Original Character
Words: 463