Bandom Ficlet: Sharpest Lives
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kat_lairSo, this is written as a response to
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ladyfoxxx's little crossword game in relation to the recent Kerrang! article.I'M SORRY (mostly about the rabbit)
Sharpest Lives – Bandom – Gerard/Mikey – NC-17 – 330 words – warnings: serial killer AU, dark, implied violence, all around wrongness
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reena_jenkinsMikey picks them out; from bars and clubs, from the street sometimes. He’s got the face for it, all shy smiles and downcast eyes, every awkward angle of his body broadcasting vulnerability like a radio tuned up to a soft rock station.
When Mikey walks up to them and says ‘hey’ and ‘I like the way your skin looks’ and ‘will you come with me?’ they think it’s their goddamn lucky day and follow him out like dumb dogs; happy and obedient.
Mikey has always been good at hiding his true face, much better than Gerard.
When Gerard was sixteen Mikey had walked in on him with the neighbour’s rabbit. Gerard still remembers the taste of terror and remorse, the fear of losing his brother, but then Mikey had touched his fingers to the blood, smearing it across his own lips and then Gerard’s, and it had all made sense, been such a relief.
Because it couldn’t be wrong if Mikey liked it too.
And Mikey did. Does. So much that he goes out and picks out gifts for Gerard and brings them to where he’s waiting: back alleys, the van, a cheap motel room. They both like the woods best though, where it’s quiet and dark, the cool green smell of the forest blanketing everything like moss on a grave stone.
There are implements. Pointy things and jagged things and hard unyielding things. Things with edges and things with curves. Things that cut and carve and cleave. Things Gerard uses like an artist and Mikey licks clean afterwards, his tongue wet and coppery in Gerard’s mouth, over his eyelids, under his fingernails as he licks him clean too.
Right at the end, when there is nothing left but air and skin and the hitching sound of Mikey’s breath, Gerard knows the truth of the world like it’s been shot into his heart. There is nothing out there as sharp and beautiful as the two of them; brothers in blood.
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on 2011-08-10 06:16 pm (UTC)no subject
on 2011-08-10 06:51 pm (UTC)Glad you liked it - everyone's ficlets were so lovely I felt a bit bad for like, idk, painting over everyone's rainbows with black and rust red crayons.
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on 2011-08-10 07:33 pm (UTC)This - Mikey has always been good at hiding his true face, much better than Gerard.
is just wonderful.
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on 2011-08-10 08:03 pm (UTC)And you quoted stuff. <3 *pets comment*
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on 2011-08-10 07:55 pm (UTC)*beams* I'd quote my favourite bits but, meh, it'd just be the whole thing. Excellent display of co-dependant fubar-ness right there :)
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on 2011-08-10 08:08 pm (UTC)Thank you very much! The Way brothers co-dependence is terribly inspirational...
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on 2011-08-13 07:02 pm (UTC)I definitely think you should continue to be inspired. I like your inspiration :D
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on 2011-08-10 10:17 pm (UTC)and this line: when there is nothing left but air and skin and the hitching sound of Mikey’s breath--perfect.
thank you for this.
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on 2011-08-11 08:17 pm (UTC)I love the way they depend on each other and the bloodkink. *Flails* So good.
When Gerard was sixteen Mikey had walked in on him with the neighbour’s rabbit. Gerard still remembers the taste of terror and remorse, the fear of losing his brother, but then Mikey had touched his fingers to the blood, smearing it across his own lips and then Gerard’s, and it had all made sense, been such a relief.
Because it couldn’t be wrong if Mikey liked it too.
I know that's like half the fic but that just made it for me. It was them!
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on 2011-08-13 11:39 pm (UTC)Oh yes, I for one would be happy to see the potential come to life.
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on 2011-08-15 09:47 pm (UTC)I had no idea there was a Lewis comm, though I should have XD
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on 2011-08-16 07:33 pm (UTC)no subject
on 2011-08-16 09:42 pm (UTC)HA I forget that, oh internet how I love you XD Oh cool!
P.S Love your icon :P
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on 2011-08-16 10:09 pm (UTC)Internet is full of stuff you never knew existed. And sometimes wish you still didn't.
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on 2011-08-16 10:29 pm (UTC)Ah yes, you know me well already XD Perfect, that'll be my first stop!
Ah Internet, you are like a modern Pandora's box haha. Oh god, after finding out some of the porn that exists, I dunno what else could harm me :P
That should be the internet's motto.
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on 2011-08-16 10:50 pm (UTC)So much of internet can be best described with
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on 2011-08-16 10:54 pm (UTC)HAHAHAHA I love that poster, especially as that cat looks like one of mine ^.^
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on 2011-08-15 01:20 am (UTC)He’s got the face for it, all shy smiles and downcast eyes, every awkward angle of his body broadcasting vulnerability like a radio tuned up to a soft rock station.
Perfect.
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on 2011-08-15 09:36 am (UTC)no subject
on 2011-10-27 06:41 am (UTC)They both like the woods best though, where it’s quiet and dark, the cool green smell of the forest blanketing everything like moss on a grave stone.
Mmmmm, what an image. And the language, and how much you packed into so few words, and just--DAMN. You write these two so fucking beautifully.
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on 2011-10-27 04:56 pm (UTC)Thank you so much for the ego-boost, consider me once more hugely flattered *strokes the comment softly* <3