Music Meme #3
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Music is my boyfriend: pick a number btwn 1 - 20093 and a character/pairing/word prompt and I'll take a stab at it. No promises but I shall do my best.
Try and keep it to a max of five prompts per comment. :)
Try and keep it to a max of five prompts per comment. :)
Re: we were just slipping along
Date: 2011-07-23 10:02 pm (UTC)i am decamping to the fireside, so i have no idea what songs i've got, so just keywords?>
Re: we were just slipping along
Date: 2011-07-23 10:11 pm (UTC)Mike/Kevin, on JoBros bus, video games
Mike and Nick, blue
Mike/Kevin, discusses, fairies
(Mike does not have fairy blood, just want to point that out, so no wings for him. :D)
speaking fairy
Date: 2011-07-23 10:33 pm (UTC)The breach between the human and the fey had serious ramifications for the human world, but like it always had, humans adapted.
But it was a learning curve that was steep in places.
Mike hovered and tried not to look like he was hovering. "Is there anything i can do?" he asked for the fifth time in as many minutes.
Kevin sighed in frustration. "I don't know," he said through gritted teeth as he leaned against the basinm head bowed and shoulders hunched as another shiver rippled through him. "If I think of anything, I'll call, but Mike, please, give me a minute here."
Mike retreated to the main room. This was not how he'd planned on spending their hotel night. Kevin had woken early, complaining that his wings hurt, but they'd both just chalked it up to squeezing into Mike's bunk for a week.
But by the end of the show, Kevin was shivering, pale with pain. His wings looked dull and drab, a little tattered now there was no glitter coating them.
A call to the hotline set up for those with fairy blood had offered a likely cause: Kevin was molting. He could take tylenol for the pain, but apart from that, he just had to bear up as best he could.
"Mike!" Kevin called, and Mike almost tripped over his own feet, rushing back into the bathroom.
Kevin was naked, in the bathtub. The nurse said sometimes hot water helped slough off the old wings. He was braced with his head resting on his folded arms on the tiled wall. "What do you need?" he asked, coming closer.
"It's hanging there, I can feel it," Kevin whimpered. "But I can't quite...the angle's wrong. Can you..." He made a tugging gesture.
Mike screwed up his nose and his courage. Stripping off his clothes, he got into the shower and took gentle hold of Kevin's wings. Normally they felt delicate but strong, but now they just lay like parchment in his hands, dead and breakable. "Just tug," Kevin ordered.
It came away easily, fracturing like an egg. Kevin hissed, and Mike saw the new, baby-sized wing that had been pushing up and out, vibrant and new in its colour and covered in glitter.
The shell in his hand disintergrated in the spray. Mike took a deep breath and took hold of the next part of the wing.
Later, curled up in bed with Kevin settled on top of him, mindful of his tender shoulders, Mike hooked his chin on Kevin's shoulder and watched the new wings start to unfurl.
Glitter spread out around them on the bed like a halo.
Re: speaking fairy
Date: 2011-07-23 10:38 pm (UTC)LOVE! <3
Re: speaking fairy
Date: 2011-07-23 10:45 pm (UTC)Re: speaking fairy
Date: 2011-07-23 10:47 pm (UTC)the glitter is going to take over the world. :D
Re: speaking fairy
Date: 2011-07-23 10:49 pm (UTC)fragalicious
Date: 2011-07-23 10:43 pm (UTC)He was, he had to quietly admit to himself, impressed.
Kevin seemed embarrassed by the bus put on by Disney. "Um, yeah, come on, make yourself at home. We have to do a phoner in the back lounge, but I won't be long."
Mike slung his bag into Kevin's bunk (easy to spot; it sparkled) and walked through into the front lounge. Only Frankie was there, but Mike could hear voices through in th eback lounge, Kevin's 'talking to journalists' voice clear even though he couldn't make out individual words. "Hey, Frankie," Mike greeted the youngest.
Frankie just tossed him the second controller.
When Kevin escaped from the interview, he found Mike and Frankie both lying on their bellies on the floor, yelling at the screen. He walked over and slid down next to Mike, reaching for the extra controller. "I'm racing the winner," he declared.
Mike bumped his shoulder and focused on the turns of the rally game. The Jobros bus wasn't that different to his after all.
Re: fragalicious
Date: 2011-07-23 10:52 pm (UTC)I'm still trying to decide what is going to happen to Frankie. Because he will get wings for sure, just not sure what else besides the ears...
Re: fragalicious
Date: 2011-07-23 10:55 pm (UTC)Re: fragalicious
Date: 2011-07-23 10:58 pm (UTC)Re: fragalicious
Date: 2011-07-23 11:05 pm (UTC)Re: fragalicious
Date: 2011-07-23 11:12 pm (UTC)Mike is not amused when Frankie tries to steal Kevin the first time. It's because of all the glitter! Shiny! :D
Re: fragalicious
Date: 2011-07-23 11:17 pm (UTC)Re: fragalicious
Date: 2011-07-23 11:22 pm (UTC)Re: fragalicious
Date: 2011-07-23 11:27 pm (UTC)Re: fragalicious
Date: 2011-07-23 11:27 pm (UTC)Re: fragalicious
Date: 2011-07-24 12:40 am (UTC)Re: fragalicious
Date: 2011-07-24 01:04 am (UTC)And since I'm babysitting the sproglet just words for me as well.
She's singing from her bed 'we will rock you'. lol
Re: fragalicious
Date: 2011-07-24 01:07 am (UTC)umm: Kevin/Mike: family dinner and awkward conversation
Dinner
Date: 2011-07-24 01:22 am (UTC)Mike was at the Jonases having their first family dinner and he was picking at his plate. The conversation had turned a bit awkward when it went to religion.
The Jonases were still Christian and followed their faith, but when Kevin's Mom had asked what he followed he'd stupidly answered, "He didn't."
It had gone kind of awkward and silent since then and Mike figured he should try salvage the conversation.
"Yes, I really don't follow any religion, but that doesn't mean I don't believe in something," Mike said, poking at a piece of brocoli. "I think there is something out there. Not sure what. Whether it's God or Bhudda or something, but I think there is a higher power at there."
Denise and Senior looked at Mike and then each other, nodding.
"Well, it's good you believe in something, Mike," Denise said, smiling a bit more gently than the forced polite smile from earlier.
Kevin's hand sneaked under the table and grabbed his. Offering comfort.
Re: Dinner
Date: 2011-07-24 01:39 am (UTC)Re: Dinner
Date: 2011-07-24 01:43 am (UTC)hmm, prompts, prompts...
Mike and Frankie, joining forces
TAI watches JoBros perform (think how different the stage design would be because they have wings. :D)
Kevin/Mike, meeting Pete
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From:kermit was right
Date: 2011-07-23 11:03 pm (UTC)Nick calmly tipped the little hand mirror over without looking around at Mike. "No worries," he said, moving away to busy his hands.
Mike hesitated on the threshold. "You okay?"
Nick made an annoyed noise. "If you say 'i look a little blue,' I will shank you, Kevin's boyfriend or not."
Mike held up his hands. "Woah, hey, no. Are people giving you shit?" he asked after a pregnant pause. "Because if they are, tell me and I'll straighten them out."
Nick huffed a laugh, but at least he looked up at Mike. "Thanks. But..."
"But what?" Mike prompted, closing the door and moving to sit down.
Nick flopped down opposite. "I should know better than to let the gossip columnists get to me. BUt..." his wings twitched. "It would be easier, I think, if they were being cruel. But instead, they're...fetishizing it, my skin, wings, ears. And I don't know what to do."
Mike did him the courtesy of not saying 'ignore it.' If the kid could, they wouldn't be having this conversation. "I'm sorry, Nick. I wish I had the easy answer for you."
Nick nodded, like that was what he wanted to hear. "I know, I don't expect you to." He set his shoulders. "Guess I just needed to vent."
Mike nodded. "ANytime. ANd if worse comes to worse, I'll get Frankie and a few pints of body paint and turn Kev and Joe pretty colours so the press can have something else to pick over for a bit."
Nick laughed, and suddenly he looked his age. "I'll keep that in mind." He clapped Mike's shoulder briefly in thanks, and was gone.
Re: kermit was right
Date: 2011-07-23 11:06 pm (UTC)