Bandslash Drabbles: Apparent, Kairos
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isobell’s birthday drabbles. She made me reach new depths of Bandom caves; first time writing both Panic and MCR.
Bandslash – Panic At The Disco – Brendon/Ryan – PG
Apparent
(prompt: mirror)
Brendon watches himself watch Ryan watch himself fiddle with his scarf.
The dressing room is tiny. He’d only need to take two steps back to bump shoulders with Ryan, but the mirrors create an artificial distance and Brendon lets it grow; a silver labyrinth without a start or finish.
He sees all these reflections of Ryan – a procession of pretty brown-eyed boys stretching on forever – but it’s like he doesn’t see Ryan.
Brendon is adrift somewhere in flat glass and curved light, and the sudden touch is like a lifebuoy.
“You ready?” Ryan asks, his hand warm against Brendon’s skin.
Bandslash – My Chemical Romance – Frank/Gerard – PG-13
Kairos
(prompt: revolution)
“It was a mutiny, a battle cry, a… a fucking revolution!”
“What’s that?” Frank snags a chair, interrupting cheerfully.
“Rock ‘n roll!” Ray answers. “A musical expression of a fight for freedom.”
Gerard is nodding along. “Glory days. Now it’s a bunch of skinny white dudes desperately looking for a cause, something worth screaming for.”
Franks reaches across the sticky Formica table, lugging Gerard in the shoulder. Hard. “What the fuck, Gee? You’re saving lives here, remember?”
Gerard grins sheepishly. “Maybe. Don’t know about changing the world, though.”
You changed mine, Frank thinks, but he doesn’t say it out loud.
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Yes, sometimes I rock back and forth with a slightly haunted look in my eyes...
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yeah, me too. o__________O
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And sometimes I sniff my hair. Because my shampoo smells good and has a calming effect. *nodnod*
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on the positive side, it would spare frank's joints not having to kneel down for a ... you know.no good, NO GOOD! ;_;
*goes back to rocking*