I Don't Care (One Shot.)
Title: I Don't Care (One Shot.)
Author: whiskywishes aka Dani.
Pairing: Brian//Jimmy.
Rating: Click and see.
Story Summary: Jimmy suddenly cuts all contact from the world, vanishing into his house. So Boyfriend and Friends group together and take a plunge into their Drummers household and discover some new facts about their Lanky Friend.
Disclaimer: Purely fiction, don't own, don't sue.
A/N: Dedications to my friends, readers and Apocalyptica for the Fic. title.
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Even as they pulled up towards the house, they could sense the macabre moodtheme falling across the skies hovering over the establishment like drizzle in the spring; dark tears the Maiden of Macabre wept. Infact, the mood of the entire scaping which made up Huntington had been draped by the Maidens misfortune of dead emotions. Like leaves in Autumn, all hopes and communication had shed slowly to leave the bare skelenton of truth. Which each bang of the Thunder Doldrum they could see a ghostly form arise from the aura of the house and hit the nothingness like it was hammering away on it's own set of drums, and when the lightening strikes ran through the invisible cables to the ground it's eyes opened to reveal cold shards of dead blue waters, sparkling bright with reverence to a frozen and shattering heart. They could see a ghostly enlarged siloutte of their friend Jimmy, the all too famous snarl that was normally for show now used as a defense to drive away the unwanted men now crowding on it's and it's embodied form.
The black and gold gates, shut tight; as if to keep out the warm blanket of social company and a Boyfriend who would warm the owners bed on a regular basis. And in a last fleeting attempt, their imaginations twisted once more and the created silloute ripped clawed hands from the building; gripping and shattering tiles as it heaved it's black smoke snake like lower half up so it could curl and slam it's falcon taloned fingers into the ground infront of the house as a scream drowned by the thunder and lightening errupted from it's opened mouth and then vollied itself through the closed door to lurk in the darkened house. It sent shivers down anyone's spine whose mind had created such an image to birth and take flight; a powerful reminder at the scorn and wrath The Reverend Tholomew Plague could release upon his world and others whether it be through his drums, emotions or physical motions. It was also a sullen reminder at how they had failed in their role of friends to notice their friends sudden decline towards the world and plunge into the world where the oceans were black and the skies a murky midnight blue color all hope was gone from this world. And a sense of neglect and inner conflict ran riot like the Four Horseriders of the Apocolyspe would when the World began to end.
The men began to make the small walk to the large oak doors which opened up into Jimmy's if you would call it lair, where a man who could be classed as a genius and insane created, thought and lived dipping between the lines of sense and insanity and blurred them together to make perfect sense all embodied in the form of a 6'4 Drummer God, whose pale skin danced with colorful images and a single word which summed his whole life, his whole being up in one word 'Fiction'. A man that even the very elements of nature couldn't control, but one single man could; he alone had broken through the thick fog of scarceness, and untolerable habits to reveal the remnants of a love-able panther. A being who would slink through the night unnoticed, captivate men and women by it's very way of life and something which could merge like silk could in the night sky into a predatory creature with an appetite for sex to rival his appetite for destruction and debauchery. A man who would crouch and pounce you, hunt you through all your desires and take you to the next level; then calm, come upto you and settle nicely by you like a playful kitten or one which wanted to be petted and to be shown that they were loved, wanted and cherished. Then, a panther like creature whose roar would shake the very earth when angered, bare teeth and claws to show that he and his lover were not to be messed with or grim circumstances would follow whether under the influence or not. Jimmy and Brian gave eachother that, Brian could tame and ignite everyone of Jimmy's emotions and actions on his command. Like a Big Cat tamer at the circus, ordering the animals to jump hoops and preform. the safety net inbetween. Jimmy was everything else, everything which needed Brians upmost attention to and protection from or embrace.
It was the perfect relationship, it was perfection and they were that high up that no one could touch them. No pain inside, they were eachothers protection. A relationship which had participation from both sides. One which was the envy of those who learned the secret between the Drummer and Lead Guitarist of Avenged Sevenfold. To the outside world, they were good friends; always supportive in choices that they made. To those in the circuit in the company they chose to keep, they all knew better.
Now, that relationship had bit the dust like the last Dinosaur had taken it's last breath of clean air and had realised it took what it had for granted and then with one last mighty roar hit extinct mark. Forever binding that species to the land of the dead, atleast until a remedy or a breakthrough happened which allowed them to walk once more.
This relationship needed something to make it raise back up and the tattered wings of love and adoration to shine once more like an angels and force life into the dead wings so that it could take a slow and steady flight back up to the heights it once soared at with other couples.
Brian took it upon himself to open the door and push it open carefully, he may have come off as a badass 24/7 jackass and goofball but deep down he cared for his Boyfriend and everything that belonged to him. He and the others had walked the now dead and darkened hallways through the house, the opened and closed doors almost flickering to life with ghostly film clips of past memories ones which were bright and technicolor opposed to the now monochrome colors which washed throughout the large and grand establishment. It was as flamboyant and wild as Jimmy was, but everything had a design placement and purpose. Everything looked unused, and left to fall to pieces. And to trained eyes, Jimmy was nowhere to be found in this house. As Zacky walked passed the stalled Brian, he stopped to look at the mirror, poison dripping eyes sparkling which question when they caught sight of where his friend had gripped the sides of the mirror too much that his thin fingers had left imprints with a small movie playing behind the mirror. Zacky could see Jimmy in the very place he was stood, knuckles white as he gripped the frame and his body haunched and arched over as he looked at himself with mixed emotions; the infamous snarl on his face. One thing struck out to him, the look of desperation on his face and behind the dancing blue flames in his eye sockets. Almost desperate to find some sense of normality through everything, desperation to be told he was loved and that he was not alone and that his emotions weren't like someone going to lay down in the railtracks screaming 'I give up, you hear me?! I give up!' and eventually the ghostly film set playing upon the reflective surface forced the Guitarist to soldier on.
Matt had gone straight to the epicentre of the entire foundations which the house spiralled and birthed from; The Reverends music room. The singer wanted nothing more to wrap his hands around Jimmy's neck and shake him until the apologies rasped out of that all too snarky mouth for the worry he had put on the Band Members and their friends and family. But also for making himself worry about the whereabouts and well being of the Drummer, as much as just like Brian, his rockstar attitude and stature gave way somewhere underneath to reveal a somewhat reverent man who would understand and know when fun and games ended and the real work cut into everything else. But to his dismay and annoyance, the room was empty and dust had began to settle on the large drumkit which claimed the floor space as it's own, forcing the piano to the corner and guitars to take sanctuary on the walls. It was a beast in itself, the very soul of the house and the siloutte creature the four men had let form from their worried minds raged and wrapped itself around the monsterous set to protect it from the neglect and use of others. The soul of the house had ceased to make a heartbeat for a very longtime and thorns had grown; suffocating the house in negative emotions and made a throne for The Maid Of Macabre to sit upon proudly.
The brief flare of rage sent Matt's fist into the wall and the others to come running in question as to what provoked such behavior, and in answer, the singer just rolled his shoulders and moved to roughly tug the dust covers from the rest of the kit; sending the dust falling like grey snow.
While they were occupied, the small door in the wall opened and the unruly drummer emerged like a rose opening its pettles for the first time for spring. A staggering mess as he stumbled through the house unnoticed like a elaborately dressed ghost on silent wings. Going to and from the Kitchen to seek refuge through the small door again as Brian caught a slight glimpse of his Kimono gown slip through the small opening before the door shut completely. Only to reveal an empty space to the Guitarist when he wrenched it open. The house was like one of those Freak Carnival Houses, full of hidden passages and trap doors all hiding something for you to find or not to find depending on how lucky you really were. In this case, you had to find Jimmy and Lady Luck was feeling scorned tonight so she weilded no cards of fortune to them only joker cards designed to make each of them boil their temperments to molotov cocktail stability as she controlled Jimmy's luck with ace upon ace in the hole. Miss Macabre moving him like a puppet throughout the house.
And slowly, they all began to realised, the house was very much like the inner workings of Jimmy's mind, lots of doors open and even more closed while the inhabitants made their homes burning holes in memories and trapping emotions like Cowboys tracking Mustangs across the plains.
Memories faded and revealed themselves like flickering lights, patches missing here and there. Ranging from wild parties to close knit get togethers. Brian could see the mini-movies as though they were like yesterdays actions, from when Jimmy would be drunk and those hips would sway like pendulums and raise up slightly, and his jeans 'accidently' began to slide lower and how his shirt would end up un-intentionally on the floor. Then oh so seemingly be blessed by Seductions and Lusts sweet kisses as they laced upon his body like carnivourous lillies, inviting people to come closer. Everything would be played out so innocently, right up until they were in eachothers bedrooms and thats when the facade would drop and let raw emotions and Seduction and Lust would dance and rage their own sweetened and invited wrath of debauchery of the lusting kind upon the two lowers.
"If you were dead or still alive, I don't care." Brian suddenly bellowed through the house, his rage peeking allowing the decayed wings of wrath to fester from his back almost, even the amount of anger seething from him could have been enough to make the wings visible. Referring to his lover as though he was no longer living but also not exactly dead.
"Just go and leave this all behind." The equally powerful reply made Brian bolt towards the stairs and thunder up them like a Race Horse on his final lap of the race, footing heavy and deprieved of all breath and other functions. The small convosation audio'd proof somewhere deep in their cores that they wanted to fight for their relationship, Brian had tried to tell Jimmy that he no longer cared but those words had sent whiplashes across his heart while Jimmy had told him to get out and leave everything that they once knew to become dust. But their hearts, Brians was as formidable as a Citadel Fortress while Jimmy's had frozen over to allow thorns to block out any thawing emotions that threatended to break the macabre hold which had clawed itself upon him.
Once again ghosts of men and women staggered like black and white pictures, fading like dust and reappearing like ghostly entities running down the halls or wallowing in drunken passion into nearby rooms.
Once again he heard Jimmy's call and before Zacky, Matt and Johnny could catch upto him or breathe a word he was stalking through the halls like a man possessed.
If it wasn't clear in both their minds now, if Jimmy called, Brian would answer. He would follow him like a lost puppy would.
The Lead Guitarist for Avenged Sevenfold now ran to the drumbeats of Avenged Sevenfolds very own Master Drummer.
Synyster Gates was under the influence of The Reverend Bartholomew Plague it was plain to see, and no one dared to follow down the path of want when they had eachother.
They all still had a long way to go before Jimmy would reveal himself in a new thunderous force to the world like a plague with A7X. But what was rest assured, it was almost like the Guitarist and Drummer were born with one wing, destined to never find someone who understood them or one of the same. Everyone else fit in so easily, they broke the mould. But together, their souls could fly.
And as Brian turned towards the window, he caught a glimpse of Jimmy slipping through the gates and turn to look at Brian with a smirk and a nod; making the man in the window mirror it. A silent swap of reasurrances as Jimmy got away from Matt's clutches, Zacky's questions and Jonny's banter. That they were together, always would be. And rest assured, together, their souls could fly.
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So, my other chaptered fic, Texas Hold Em will be put on hold until after Christmas. Since now I'm not that active online with it all coming up to well, the Holidays etc.etc. But if I get chance to, I will update it as much as I can. But until now, there will be little or no continutation until after Christmas. Maybe a few one shots here and there to compensate.
- Dani.
Author: whiskywishes aka Dani.
Pairing: Brian//Jimmy.
Rating: Click and see.
Story Summary: Jimmy suddenly cuts all contact from the world, vanishing into his house. So Boyfriend and Friends group together and take a plunge into their Drummers household and discover some new facts about their Lanky Friend.
Disclaimer: Purely fiction, don't own, don't sue.
A/N: Dedications to my friends, readers and Apocalyptica for the Fic. title.
-
Even as they pulled up towards the house, they could sense the macabre moodtheme falling across the skies hovering over the establishment like drizzle in the spring; dark tears the Maiden of Macabre wept. Infact, the mood of the entire scaping which made up Huntington had been draped by the Maidens misfortune of dead emotions. Like leaves in Autumn, all hopes and communication had shed slowly to leave the bare skelenton of truth. Which each bang of the Thunder Doldrum they could see a ghostly form arise from the aura of the house and hit the nothingness like it was hammering away on it's own set of drums, and when the lightening strikes ran through the invisible cables to the ground it's eyes opened to reveal cold shards of dead blue waters, sparkling bright with reverence to a frozen and shattering heart. They could see a ghostly enlarged siloutte of their friend Jimmy, the all too famous snarl that was normally for show now used as a defense to drive away the unwanted men now crowding on it's and it's embodied form.
The black and gold gates, shut tight; as if to keep out the warm blanket of social company and a Boyfriend who would warm the owners bed on a regular basis. And in a last fleeting attempt, their imaginations twisted once more and the created silloute ripped clawed hands from the building; gripping and shattering tiles as it heaved it's black smoke snake like lower half up so it could curl and slam it's falcon taloned fingers into the ground infront of the house as a scream drowned by the thunder and lightening errupted from it's opened mouth and then vollied itself through the closed door to lurk in the darkened house. It sent shivers down anyone's spine whose mind had created such an image to birth and take flight; a powerful reminder at the scorn and wrath The Reverend Tholomew Plague could release upon his world and others whether it be through his drums, emotions or physical motions. It was also a sullen reminder at how they had failed in their role of friends to notice their friends sudden decline towards the world and plunge into the world where the oceans were black and the skies a murky midnight blue color all hope was gone from this world. And a sense of neglect and inner conflict ran riot like the Four Horseriders of the Apocolyspe would when the World began to end.
The men began to make the small walk to the large oak doors which opened up into Jimmy's if you would call it lair, where a man who could be classed as a genius and insane created, thought and lived dipping between the lines of sense and insanity and blurred them together to make perfect sense all embodied in the form of a 6'4 Drummer God, whose pale skin danced with colorful images and a single word which summed his whole life, his whole being up in one word 'Fiction'. A man that even the very elements of nature couldn't control, but one single man could; he alone had broken through the thick fog of scarceness, and untolerable habits to reveal the remnants of a love-able panther. A being who would slink through the night unnoticed, captivate men and women by it's very way of life and something which could merge like silk could in the night sky into a predatory creature with an appetite for sex to rival his appetite for destruction and debauchery. A man who would crouch and pounce you, hunt you through all your desires and take you to the next level; then calm, come upto you and settle nicely by you like a playful kitten or one which wanted to be petted and to be shown that they were loved, wanted and cherished. Then, a panther like creature whose roar would shake the very earth when angered, bare teeth and claws to show that he and his lover were not to be messed with or grim circumstances would follow whether under the influence or not. Jimmy and Brian gave eachother that, Brian could tame and ignite everyone of Jimmy's emotions and actions on his command. Like a Big Cat tamer at the circus, ordering the animals to jump hoops and preform. the safety net inbetween. Jimmy was everything else, everything which needed Brians upmost attention to and protection from or embrace.
It was the perfect relationship, it was perfection and they were that high up that no one could touch them. No pain inside, they were eachothers protection. A relationship which had participation from both sides. One which was the envy of those who learned the secret between the Drummer and Lead Guitarist of Avenged Sevenfold. To the outside world, they were good friends; always supportive in choices that they made. To those in the circuit in the company they chose to keep, they all knew better.
Now, that relationship had bit the dust like the last Dinosaur had taken it's last breath of clean air and had realised it took what it had for granted and then with one last mighty roar hit extinct mark. Forever binding that species to the land of the dead, atleast until a remedy or a breakthrough happened which allowed them to walk once more.
This relationship needed something to make it raise back up and the tattered wings of love and adoration to shine once more like an angels and force life into the dead wings so that it could take a slow and steady flight back up to the heights it once soared at with other couples.
Brian took it upon himself to open the door and push it open carefully, he may have come off as a badass 24/7 jackass and goofball but deep down he cared for his Boyfriend and everything that belonged to him. He and the others had walked the now dead and darkened hallways through the house, the opened and closed doors almost flickering to life with ghostly film clips of past memories ones which were bright and technicolor opposed to the now monochrome colors which washed throughout the large and grand establishment. It was as flamboyant and wild as Jimmy was, but everything had a design placement and purpose. Everything looked unused, and left to fall to pieces. And to trained eyes, Jimmy was nowhere to be found in this house. As Zacky walked passed the stalled Brian, he stopped to look at the mirror, poison dripping eyes sparkling which question when they caught sight of where his friend had gripped the sides of the mirror too much that his thin fingers had left imprints with a small movie playing behind the mirror. Zacky could see Jimmy in the very place he was stood, knuckles white as he gripped the frame and his body haunched and arched over as he looked at himself with mixed emotions; the infamous snarl on his face. One thing struck out to him, the look of desperation on his face and behind the dancing blue flames in his eye sockets. Almost desperate to find some sense of normality through everything, desperation to be told he was loved and that he was not alone and that his emotions weren't like someone going to lay down in the railtracks screaming 'I give up, you hear me?! I give up!' and eventually the ghostly film set playing upon the reflective surface forced the Guitarist to soldier on.
Matt had gone straight to the epicentre of the entire foundations which the house spiralled and birthed from; The Reverends music room. The singer wanted nothing more to wrap his hands around Jimmy's neck and shake him until the apologies rasped out of that all too snarky mouth for the worry he had put on the Band Members and their friends and family. But also for making himself worry about the whereabouts and well being of the Drummer, as much as just like Brian, his rockstar attitude and stature gave way somewhere underneath to reveal a somewhat reverent man who would understand and know when fun and games ended and the real work cut into everything else. But to his dismay and annoyance, the room was empty and dust had began to settle on the large drumkit which claimed the floor space as it's own, forcing the piano to the corner and guitars to take sanctuary on the walls. It was a beast in itself, the very soul of the house and the siloutte creature the four men had let form from their worried minds raged and wrapped itself around the monsterous set to protect it from the neglect and use of others. The soul of the house had ceased to make a heartbeat for a very longtime and thorns had grown; suffocating the house in negative emotions and made a throne for The Maid Of Macabre to sit upon proudly.
The brief flare of rage sent Matt's fist into the wall and the others to come running in question as to what provoked such behavior, and in answer, the singer just rolled his shoulders and moved to roughly tug the dust covers from the rest of the kit; sending the dust falling like grey snow.
While they were occupied, the small door in the wall opened and the unruly drummer emerged like a rose opening its pettles for the first time for spring. A staggering mess as he stumbled through the house unnoticed like a elaborately dressed ghost on silent wings. Going to and from the Kitchen to seek refuge through the small door again as Brian caught a slight glimpse of his Kimono gown slip through the small opening before the door shut completely. Only to reveal an empty space to the Guitarist when he wrenched it open. The house was like one of those Freak Carnival Houses, full of hidden passages and trap doors all hiding something for you to find or not to find depending on how lucky you really were. In this case, you had to find Jimmy and Lady Luck was feeling scorned tonight so she weilded no cards of fortune to them only joker cards designed to make each of them boil their temperments to molotov cocktail stability as she controlled Jimmy's luck with ace upon ace in the hole. Miss Macabre moving him like a puppet throughout the house.
And slowly, they all began to realised, the house was very much like the inner workings of Jimmy's mind, lots of doors open and even more closed while the inhabitants made their homes burning holes in memories and trapping emotions like Cowboys tracking Mustangs across the plains.
Memories faded and revealed themselves like flickering lights, patches missing here and there. Ranging from wild parties to close knit get togethers. Brian could see the mini-movies as though they were like yesterdays actions, from when Jimmy would be drunk and those hips would sway like pendulums and raise up slightly, and his jeans 'accidently' began to slide lower and how his shirt would end up un-intentionally on the floor. Then oh so seemingly be blessed by Seductions and Lusts sweet kisses as they laced upon his body like carnivourous lillies, inviting people to come closer. Everything would be played out so innocently, right up until they were in eachothers bedrooms and thats when the facade would drop and let raw emotions and Seduction and Lust would dance and rage their own sweetened and invited wrath of debauchery of the lusting kind upon the two lowers.
"If you were dead or still alive, I don't care." Brian suddenly bellowed through the house, his rage peeking allowing the decayed wings of wrath to fester from his back almost, even the amount of anger seething from him could have been enough to make the wings visible. Referring to his lover as though he was no longer living but also not exactly dead.
"Just go and leave this all behind." The equally powerful reply made Brian bolt towards the stairs and thunder up them like a Race Horse on his final lap of the race, footing heavy and deprieved of all breath and other functions. The small convosation audio'd proof somewhere deep in their cores that they wanted to fight for their relationship, Brian had tried to tell Jimmy that he no longer cared but those words had sent whiplashes across his heart while Jimmy had told him to get out and leave everything that they once knew to become dust. But their hearts, Brians was as formidable as a Citadel Fortress while Jimmy's had frozen over to allow thorns to block out any thawing emotions that threatended to break the macabre hold which had clawed itself upon him.
Once again ghosts of men and women staggered like black and white pictures, fading like dust and reappearing like ghostly entities running down the halls or wallowing in drunken passion into nearby rooms.
Once again he heard Jimmy's call and before Zacky, Matt and Johnny could catch upto him or breathe a word he was stalking through the halls like a man possessed.
If it wasn't clear in both their minds now, if Jimmy called, Brian would answer. He would follow him like a lost puppy would.
The Lead Guitarist for Avenged Sevenfold now ran to the drumbeats of Avenged Sevenfolds very own Master Drummer.
Synyster Gates was under the influence of The Reverend Bartholomew Plague it was plain to see, and no one dared to follow down the path of want when they had eachother.
They all still had a long way to go before Jimmy would reveal himself in a new thunderous force to the world like a plague with A7X. But what was rest assured, it was almost like the Guitarist and Drummer were born with one wing, destined to never find someone who understood them or one of the same. Everyone else fit in so easily, they broke the mould. But together, their souls could fly.
And as Brian turned towards the window, he caught a glimpse of Jimmy slipping through the gates and turn to look at Brian with a smirk and a nod; making the man in the window mirror it. A silent swap of reasurrances as Jimmy got away from Matt's clutches, Zacky's questions and Jonny's banter. That they were together, always would be. And rest assured, together, their souls could fly.
-------
So, my other chaptered fic, Texas Hold Em will be put on hold until after Christmas. Since now I'm not that active online with it all coming up to well, the Holidays etc.etc. But if I get chance to, I will update it as much as I can. But until now, there will be little or no continutation until after Christmas. Maybe a few one shots here and there to compensate.
- Dani.