The Death March - Part Seven
Title: The Death March
Part: Seven - The Birthday
Previously: Prologue | One | Two | Three| Four | Five | Six
Prompt: writers_muses 36.6 - mind
The first thing that comes into John's mind when he wakes up is Kara Keating and frosted cupcakes.
The first batch had been pink frosted, and delivered to him by Mike, who had smooshed them a little bit.
About a week later, when John visited Kara in person, she insisted on giving him a second, unsmooshed batch of cupcakes. With blue and red icing.
John doesn't even like sweets much, but he liked Kara, she was one of the few friends who even acknowledged his birthday last year - aside from Doug and the Brotherhood. He appreciated those cupcakes, even though he probably did crap all to show it at the time.
Today is John's birthday. He turns twenty.
Did sorta-but-not-really dead men even get birthdays? Maybe he was still nineteen. Still nineteen until he found a cure for his 'deadness'. Maybe that day, if it came, would be a new birthday. He doesn't know how it fucking works. Or, he could just stay nineteen until he really dies. Either or.
These are the thoughts in the mind of a sorta-but-not-really dead maybe-twenty year old as he wakes up and stares at the ceiling, trying to forget the day it is. But trying to forget only made him think about it even more. Shit.
This year, he doesn't think he would have gotten even one frosted cupcake from Kara, never mind a couple of dozen. And he wouldn't have minded, he finds himself thinking. He really wouldn't have. He fucked up, and Kara cut him off, and that was her choice and right and maybe it would have been better for her that way. She could make cupcakes for people who could show they appreciated them. But he thinks of the ones from last year, when he still used to be my beautiful boy, Johnny Appleseedy, long before they knew each other well enough to know they didn't know each other at all, and it makes him smile. Kara Keating and her frosted cupcakes make John smile on his birthday a year later.
Last year was the first year he even celebrated his birthday since he was thirteen. He hadn't liked them much since that age. (Really, who would, when on your thirteen birthday, your mutant powers manifests and you accidentally set your mother on fire when she's lighting the candles on your birthday cake?) But last year, he celebrated, very low key but in the best way possible - with his boyfriend. With Doug and cake and oral sex and presents of Giant Match lamps. Doug showed him that birthdays could have good memories too.
John rolls over, and slips an arm around Doug, kissing the bare skin of his shoulders, nipping lightly to wake him up. His hand starts to linger lower and lower.
He's fairly certain that Doug wouldn't have trouble getting what's on John's mind. And would be all for making sure John liked birthdays at the end of the day.
Part: Seven - The Birthday
Previously: Prologue | One | Two | Three| Four | Five | Six
Prompt: writers_muses 36.6 - mind
The first thing that comes into John's mind when he wakes up is Kara Keating and frosted cupcakes.
The first batch had been pink frosted, and delivered to him by Mike, who had smooshed them a little bit.
About a week later, when John visited Kara in person, she insisted on giving him a second, unsmooshed batch of cupcakes. With blue and red icing.
John doesn't even like sweets much, but he liked Kara, she was one of the few friends who even acknowledged his birthday last year - aside from Doug and the Brotherhood. He appreciated those cupcakes, even though he probably did crap all to show it at the time.
Today is John's birthday. He turns twenty.
Did sorta-but-not-really dead men even get birthdays? Maybe he was still nineteen. Still nineteen until he found a cure for his 'deadness'. Maybe that day, if it came, would be a new birthday. He doesn't know how it fucking works. Or, he could just stay nineteen until he really dies. Either or.
These are the thoughts in the mind of a sorta-but-not-really dead maybe-twenty year old as he wakes up and stares at the ceiling, trying to forget the day it is. But trying to forget only made him think about it even more. Shit.
This year, he doesn't think he would have gotten even one frosted cupcake from Kara, never mind a couple of dozen. And he wouldn't have minded, he finds himself thinking. He really wouldn't have. He fucked up, and Kara cut him off, and that was her choice and right and maybe it would have been better for her that way. She could make cupcakes for people who could show they appreciated them. But he thinks of the ones from last year, when he still used to be my beautiful boy, Johnny Appleseedy, long before they knew each other well enough to know they didn't know each other at all, and it makes him smile. Kara Keating and her frosted cupcakes make John smile on his birthday a year later.
Last year was the first year he even celebrated his birthday since he was thirteen. He hadn't liked them much since that age. (Really, who would, when on your thirteen birthday, your mutant powers manifests and you accidentally set your mother on fire when she's lighting the candles on your birthday cake?) But last year, he celebrated, very low key but in the best way possible - with his boyfriend. With Doug and cake and oral sex and presents of Giant Match lamps. Doug showed him that birthdays could have good memories too.
John rolls over, and slips an arm around Doug, kissing the bare skin of his shoulders, nipping lightly to wake him up. His hand starts to linger lower and lower.
He's fairly certain that Doug wouldn't have trouble getting what's on John's mind. And would be all for making sure John liked birthdays at the end of the day.