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turpsI need to say happy belated birthday to both ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
kennedy and dryope, so sorry I missed the actual day. I hope you both had a great one!
I think the universe is trying to tell me I shouldn't go to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
connotations. Not only am I having to miss the Sunday to go be a god parent, I found out tonight that it's Corey's scout camp the same weekend. Which means dropping him off there before I'm able to head to the con. All the free weekends I have, why does everything have to happen on the same one?
Only a few short five things today. It was James' day off so we went to the cinema, followed by a wander around town. We saw Little Miss Sunshine, and I liked it a lot. James did too, despite having a moan as we were going in. He's always deeply suspicious of my movie choices, why I don't know.
I haven't seen anyone discuss this on the flist, and I want to discuss because I'm full of love for my show being back. There were faults, I couldn't suspend the disbelief enough that House is suddenly skateboarding and running with a huge chunk of thigh muscle gone, and man, he annoyed me at times. Burning that girls foot. Not on. But still, my show. Chase! Foreman! I'm so glad it's back.
I'm glad Vincent went. I had moments of liking him, but mostly he was insane. He also creeped me out with his getting off comments. Keep it to yourself, Vincent! Jeffrey was as annoying as ever, I so wish he'd be eliminated but I can't see it happening at the moment. Sadly I think it may be Kayne next, which makes me sad because I love Kayne. I also loved his dress. The skirt was beautiful and I really didn't get what everyone's problem was with the top. I happened to like it. Which may show how much taste I have, but *shrugs*
Like I said, only a short 5 things today, all forturloughishere The hitman!Kevin one relates to the ficlet I wrote here.
Five things hitman!Kevin dreams about at night.
Kevin doesn't think about the blood and tears, but sometimes they seep into his dreams. A parade of featureless faces, begging words, the taste of fear tainting the air. He dreams of hands stretched toward him, fingers clenching at his arm in appeal. Pools of dark blood and white splintered bone.
When he wakes those images are pushed aside, thought of no more.
~*~*~*~
Nick's smiling, baggy shorts and sloppy t-shirt, a take out coffee in each hand. His shadow is long, stretching across the sidewalk, the sunlight glints in his hair. There's a shot, a crack fracturing the air. Nick staggers, the cups fall to the ground, coffee exploding outwards. He collapses down, onto his knees, his side, and the yellow of his t-shirt is drenched in blood.
Kevin yells, runs forward, hands pressed hard against Nick's side. Blood seeps through his fingers, trails down his wrists and drips to the floor. Gasping breaths and Nick looks up, eyes wide and frightened. There's blood on his teeth when he tries to talk.
~*~*~*~
Kevin's brothers are being mean, not letting him play with their toys. He clambers onto mommy and daddy's bed, bare feet slipping on the pale blue cover. They're sleeping and Kevin shakes them, little hands against the pale pink of a nightshirt, the white cotton of a shirt.
He dreams of those details, but never their faces. Those details have been lost in time, another strike against those bastards who ruined his life.
~*~*~*~
Running. Always running. Knowing he's going to be too late.
~*~*~*~
He dreams of children, a home with a garden, flowers and trees. Sleeping deeply with no fear, no worries about revenge. Having someone to love him, be by his side. Make dinner and sing along to the radio, have telephone numbers he can actually write down.
Kevin loves that dream, but hates it too. Because sometimes it's better to dream of blood, at least that's real.
~*~*~*~
F ive things Kevin would love to do with his Boys!
Kevin wants to go sailing with Nick. Pack a small bag and just go. No responsibilities, no deadlines, no lists of things that he has to do. He wants to lie basking in the sun, book pages fluttering in the breeze. The sound of gulls merging with Nick's chatter as they pull up anchor and sail away.
Howie likes to dance, can do choreography in his sleep. Most of all though, he likes to salsa, and Kevin loves to dance with him in the deserted studio. Howie's hands on his hand and waist. The steps wrong but not caring as they laugh through each twirl and twist.
Brian is family, and Kevin imagines him waiting in hospital, sitting on an uncomfortable plastic chair. Kevin wants to walk out of a room, a tiny bundle in his arms. Pull back soft blankets and watch Brian's smile, beaming wide as he holds his niece the first time.
Kevin wants to greet AJ one day and see the relief that he's come back has been swept away. He needs AJ to believe that just because he's gone, doesn't mean he's not there. Phonecalls, meetings, conversations in the dark hours of night. Kevin's still there for them all, even if it's changed from before.
Kevin wants to talk to Lou. He doesn't want a confrontation, or to brag about what they've achieved. Lou knows all that, he knows about the awards, the sales, and Kevin hopes the knowledge chokes him. No, what Kevin wants to do is gather his boys, stand next to Lou and say, guess what? We're successful, we're happy, and it's got nothing to do with you.
Five things Lance and Kevin would never ever do together.
Kevin would never have a drink with Lance, never socialise with one of them. Except he did, and he does, and Lance is someone he's glad to call a friend.
Lance would never sing with Kevin. They're both basses, supposedly, and it would sound stupid and wrong. Except they did, wine glasses in hand, giggling as stood at the outskirts of the party, propped against the wall. They sounded great together, well okay, some of the words were missing but still. The crowd that surrounded them seemed to like it just fine.
Kevin would never kiss Lance. He's too young, too short, too male, too everything. Except Lance's tongue is wet against Kevin's lips, his hands warm as they roam.
Lance would never have sex with Kevin. He's not attracted to the long and lean, to dark hair and green eyes. Except.... except .... Kevin's hot and hard against him, pressing Lance to the ground. Except doesn't get a look in.
Kevin would never tell Lance he's getting married. Lance would tell Kevin he's with someone new. It's easier to just let it go. Hide bruised hearts under a veil of indifference.
Lance and Kevin would never get together. Never fall in love. It would never happen that way. Except they both knew it did.
kennedy and dryope, so sorry I missed the actual day. I hope you both had a great one!I think the universe is trying to tell me I shouldn't go to
connotations. Not only am I having to miss the Sunday to go be a god parent, I found out tonight that it's Corey's scout camp the same weekend. Which means dropping him off there before I'm able to head to the con. All the free weekends I have, why does everything have to happen on the same one?Only a few short five things today. It was James' day off so we went to the cinema, followed by a wander around town. We saw Little Miss Sunshine, and I liked it a lot. James did too, despite having a moan as we were going in. He's always deeply suspicious of my movie choices, why I don't know.
I haven't seen anyone discuss this on the flist, and I want to discuss because I'm full of love for my show being back. There were faults, I couldn't suspend the disbelief enough that House is suddenly skateboarding and running with a huge chunk of thigh muscle gone, and man, he annoyed me at times. Burning that girls foot. Not on. But still, my show. Chase! Foreman! I'm so glad it's back.
I'm glad Vincent went. I had moments of liking him, but mostly he was insane. He also creeped me out with his getting off comments. Keep it to yourself, Vincent! Jeffrey was as annoying as ever, I so wish he'd be eliminated but I can't see it happening at the moment. Sadly I think it may be Kayne next, which makes me sad because I love Kayne. I also loved his dress. The skirt was beautiful and I really didn't get what everyone's problem was with the top. I happened to like it. Which may show how much taste I have, but *shrugs*
Like I said, only a short 5 things today, all for
turloughishere The hitman!Kevin one relates to the ficlet I wrote here.Five things hitman!Kevin dreams about at night.
Kevin doesn't think about the blood and tears, but sometimes they seep into his dreams. A parade of featureless faces, begging words, the taste of fear tainting the air. He dreams of hands stretched toward him, fingers clenching at his arm in appeal. Pools of dark blood and white splintered bone.
When he wakes those images are pushed aside, thought of no more.
~*~*~*~
Nick's smiling, baggy shorts and sloppy t-shirt, a take out coffee in each hand. His shadow is long, stretching across the sidewalk, the sunlight glints in his hair. There's a shot, a crack fracturing the air. Nick staggers, the cups fall to the ground, coffee exploding outwards. He collapses down, onto his knees, his side, and the yellow of his t-shirt is drenched in blood.
Kevin yells, runs forward, hands pressed hard against Nick's side. Blood seeps through his fingers, trails down his wrists and drips to the floor. Gasping breaths and Nick looks up, eyes wide and frightened. There's blood on his teeth when he tries to talk.
~*~*~*~
Kevin's brothers are being mean, not letting him play with their toys. He clambers onto mommy and daddy's bed, bare feet slipping on the pale blue cover. They're sleeping and Kevin shakes them, little hands against the pale pink of a nightshirt, the white cotton of a shirt.
He dreams of those details, but never their faces. Those details have been lost in time, another strike against those bastards who ruined his life.
~*~*~*~
Running. Always running. Knowing he's going to be too late.
~*~*~*~
He dreams of children, a home with a garden, flowers and trees. Sleeping deeply with no fear, no worries about revenge. Having someone to love him, be by his side. Make dinner and sing along to the radio, have telephone numbers he can actually write down.
Kevin loves that dream, but hates it too. Because sometimes it's better to dream of blood, at least that's real.
~*~*~*~
F ive things Kevin would love to do with his Boys!
Kevin wants to go sailing with Nick. Pack a small bag and just go. No responsibilities, no deadlines, no lists of things that he has to do. He wants to lie basking in the sun, book pages fluttering in the breeze. The sound of gulls merging with Nick's chatter as they pull up anchor and sail away.
Howie likes to dance, can do choreography in his sleep. Most of all though, he likes to salsa, and Kevin loves to dance with him in the deserted studio. Howie's hands on his hand and waist. The steps wrong but not caring as they laugh through each twirl and twist.
Brian is family, and Kevin imagines him waiting in hospital, sitting on an uncomfortable plastic chair. Kevin wants to walk out of a room, a tiny bundle in his arms. Pull back soft blankets and watch Brian's smile, beaming wide as he holds his niece the first time.
Kevin wants to greet AJ one day and see the relief that he's come back has been swept away. He needs AJ to believe that just because he's gone, doesn't mean he's not there. Phonecalls, meetings, conversations in the dark hours of night. Kevin's still there for them all, even if it's changed from before.
Kevin wants to talk to Lou. He doesn't want a confrontation, or to brag about what they've achieved. Lou knows all that, he knows about the awards, the sales, and Kevin hopes the knowledge chokes him. No, what Kevin wants to do is gather his boys, stand next to Lou and say, guess what? We're successful, we're happy, and it's got nothing to do with you.
Five things Lance and Kevin would never ever do together.
Kevin would never have a drink with Lance, never socialise with one of them. Except he did, and he does, and Lance is someone he's glad to call a friend.
Lance would never sing with Kevin. They're both basses, supposedly, and it would sound stupid and wrong. Except they did, wine glasses in hand, giggling as stood at the outskirts of the party, propped against the wall. They sounded great together, well okay, some of the words were missing but still. The crowd that surrounded them seemed to like it just fine.
Kevin would never kiss Lance. He's too young, too short, too male, too everything. Except Lance's tongue is wet against Kevin's lips, his hands warm as they roam.
Lance would never have sex with Kevin. He's not attracted to the long and lean, to dark hair and green eyes. Except.... except .... Kevin's hot and hard against him, pressing Lance to the ground. Except doesn't get a look in.
Kevin would never tell Lance he's getting married. Lance would tell Kevin he's with someone new. It's easier to just let it go. Hide bruised hearts under a veil of indifference.
Lance and Kevin would never get together. Never fall in love. It would never happen that way. Except they both knew it did.
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Date: 2006-09-08 10:53 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-09-08 11:50 pm (UTC)Oh! I read your five things thingy with JC and Chris(Boxes)and I'm in love all over again. *sigh* Thank you.
::hugs::
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Date: 2006-09-10 11:24 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-09-11 12:06 pm (UTC)(these were lovely *g* I especially liked the 'things Kevin wants to do with his boys', though, um, LOU! lol)
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Date: 2006-09-12 08:27 am (UTC)Hmmm, yes. Lou is always a problem *g*
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Date: 2006-09-12 08:31 am (UTC)When turlough asked, I thought about them and just couldn't see it ending happily.
I'm so glad it worked for you.
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Date: 2006-09-12 08:35 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-09-12 08:39 am (UTC)Oh! I read your five things thingy with JC and Chris(Boxes)and I'm in love all over again. *sigh* Thank you.
Thank you, honey. *hugs tight*
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Date: 2006-09-12 08:44 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-09-12 08:46 am (UTC)Lou is ICKY! Charlie made me watch Aaron's movie 'Popstar' (or whatever) and OMG LOU! LOU AT THE END OMG THE TRAUMA!
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Date: 2006-09-12 03:56 pm (UTC)Soon you'll have icons, and be happily slashing him. I know it!
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