*dances around*
Go write something for the RST meme stereomer is hosting. i wrote a weird angel the series/bandom thing (blame on the series finale i watched yesterday morning):
Lie To Me
frank/gerard
in which frank is illyria, and gerard is wesley, and the world is ending.
Time was always the main issue for them, and they never even realized it. Not before time ran out for one and stitched together a fake sense of continuity for the other.
Back when Frank was just beginning to settle cozily into his mind but into Bob's bed, Gerard had thought it didn't matter very much, not really, he had time. Time would surely bring them together one day, of that he was sure.
But Frank died and He was born and Gerard couldn't always separate one from the other, no matter how his mind was telling him this isn't Frank, this is something different. He still looked like Frank -- kind of -- it was easier to pretend in the dark -- and smelled like Frank, touched the back of his neck like Frank if He put His mind to it. He sounded like something ancient however, eyes like frozen twin lakes, and Gerard preferred Him quiet. And that's when Gerard remembered.
This isn't Frank, this is something different; except for that one time He changed completely, eyes and voice and spirit until He was all Frank (memory traces, He had said, skipping around the place, head-butting Ray and climbing Bob's back, wrestling Mikey off the couch). Gerard had slept at the office that night, refusing to talk to Him for days. He hadn't changed after that.
Then there was the pesky thing called The Apocalypse, which slowly tiptoed into being. Robust shapes, dragons and fire, and Gerard was wounded by a sword; a flesh wound that left him shaking and gasping for air. And He was there, supporting his head on His folded legs when Gerard fell.
"I came to check up on you," He said, and Gerard said, "Lie to me. I'd like you to lie to me now," staring at the blue of His eyes, bright almost blindingly, so He did.
And as Gerard reached up, it was Frank kissing him, Frank pressing his lips gently, almost too gently, against his own, smearing kisses up Gerard's face to his temples and grimy hair, whispering to him how it would soon be over and how they would finally be together like they should have been from the beginning. Gerard wanted to believe him but Frank was crying silently like he didn't have the answers, like he wasn't sure, and then Gerard remembered again.
This isn't Frank, this is something different.
But it didn't matter. Not anymore.
The only thing that existed for Gerard at the end of his life was Frank's wet face and the curve of his valiant smile, the way his tattooed fingers threaded through Gerard's hair and how his palm came down to cup his face, tears rolling down his nose onto Gerard's lips. Salty. Human, he thought and then he was gone.
Lie To Me
frank/gerard
in which frank is illyria, and gerard is wesley, and the world is ending.
Time was always the main issue for them, and they never even realized it. Not before time ran out for one and stitched together a fake sense of continuity for the other.
Back when Frank was just beginning to settle cozily into his mind but into Bob's bed, Gerard had thought it didn't matter very much, not really, he had time. Time would surely bring them together one day, of that he was sure.
But Frank died and He was born and Gerard couldn't always separate one from the other, no matter how his mind was telling him this isn't Frank, this is something different. He still looked like Frank -- kind of -- it was easier to pretend in the dark -- and smelled like Frank, touched the back of his neck like Frank if He put His mind to it. He sounded like something ancient however, eyes like frozen twin lakes, and Gerard preferred Him quiet. And that's when Gerard remembered.
This isn't Frank, this is something different; except for that one time He changed completely, eyes and voice and spirit until He was all Frank (memory traces, He had said, skipping around the place, head-butting Ray and climbing Bob's back, wrestling Mikey off the couch). Gerard had slept at the office that night, refusing to talk to Him for days. He hadn't changed after that.
Then there was the pesky thing called The Apocalypse, which slowly tiptoed into being. Robust shapes, dragons and fire, and Gerard was wounded by a sword; a flesh wound that left him shaking and gasping for air. And He was there, supporting his head on His folded legs when Gerard fell.
"I came to check up on you," He said, and Gerard said, "Lie to me. I'd like you to lie to me now," staring at the blue of His eyes, bright almost blindingly, so He did.
And as Gerard reached up, it was Frank kissing him, Frank pressing his lips gently, almost too gently, against his own, smearing kisses up Gerard's face to his temples and grimy hair, whispering to him how it would soon be over and how they would finally be together like they should have been from the beginning. Gerard wanted to believe him but Frank was crying silently like he didn't have the answers, like he wasn't sure, and then Gerard remembered again.
This isn't Frank, this is something different.
But it didn't matter. Not anymore.
The only thing that existed for Gerard at the end of his life was Frank's wet face and the curve of his valiant smile, the way his tattooed fingers threaded through Gerard's hair and how his palm came down to cup his face, tears rolling down his nose onto Gerard's lips. Salty. Human, he thought and then he was gone.