He wakes up sometimes; heart racing, skin burning (the smell of melting flesh so pungent in his throat).
The screaming, the mountain ash sparking against their senses as they tried to flee; the feeling of bones turning to ashes in his arms. Claws rushing through flesh, blood splashing against his face; fire burning into his flesh all over again.
At the end of it all, Loki looks out over the ashes that are all that remain of all of Asgard and all of the æsir, and he laughs and laughs. Everything he has ever loved is ashes, and he...
He is almost grieving, but it's so funny when you think about it, or maybe when you don't, and this is Ragnarök and it is his and he is not sorry.
He had thought that he would be ashes at the end, too. Everyone had; the prophecy was quite clear on that point. Isn't that funny?
He walks through the ashes, scattering them with his feet, and everything he has ever loved is blackening his shoes. Isn't that funny?
He sets fire to the ashes. He is burning everything he ever loved all over again, and he laughs and laughs.
When you came in the air went out And every shadow filled up with doubt I don't know who you think you are But before the night is through I wanna do bad things with you
Hocus Pocus, Binx/Dani, Winifred had one last spell up her sleeve -- She made Binx immortal but kept him trapped in cat form, preventing him from reuniting with his sister in the beyond and also from being with Dani, or so she thought.
It's completely illogical, and a total waste of time, for Sam to walk back to his flat in the mornings so Gene can head into work, collect the others and drive round to send Annie upstairs to pick Sam up again. Granted, Sam has a wash and a shave while he's waiting, but if Gene let him do all that at his house he wouldn't need to. Gene insists on Sam leaving through the back gate early enough that none of the neighbours will see him. It's a concession to paranoia that Sam feels almost ashamed of himself for making.
"I love this job, Sam, and I know you do too. Don't make us choose." Gene had said, the last time Sam had grumbled about walking in the cold and asked why they couldn't just both get into the Cortina and head to the station together. Sam had stared at him, furious because despite Gene's being totally and utterly wrong... in this decade he had a point, damnit. Sam had stalked out, slamming the door behind him and turning his collar up against the wind. It wasn't a fight either of them could win.
Hope this is ok ... haven't written Breakfast Club in ages ...
He rips off the sunglasses the minute he steps into the bar.
Long ago, a guy he'd once known, had walked into a saturday detention much the same way ... and he'd loved it. In high school, those long ago days of hell, he'd been easy to impress.
Unlike then ... Now, in University, where he's the big man on campus, with the grades, and the looks, and enough angst to satisfy anyone, it's not that easy anymore. He doesn't look at just anyone anymore.
He's not 'Brian' anymore, he's 'Big Bry', a nickname that long ago person had given him on that fateful saturday detention, and this is the good life.
The fact that he's gay hasn't bothered anyone since he told his mother ... And she doesn't matter a damn to him, not anymore.
He sidles up to the bar, looks sideways to the man standing next to him, and prepares to offer him a drink. And then his mouth falls open.
The boy, that long ago person who changed his life, is standing beside him. Brown eyes, bigger and browner and more cynical than the were, that he still somehow loves, stare at him, with almost comical surprise.
"Brian</>?"
"Bender ..." He mutters, trying to hide his own surprise.
"John," Bender mutters, looking away again.
"John ..." he repeats. "John ... Can I get you a drink?"
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Date: 2013-07-13 05:07 am (UTC)Sharknado, author’s choice, what the rest of the country is doing during the whole thing
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Date: 2013-07-13 05:08 am (UTC)Teen Wolf (TV), Peter Hale, Burn everything you love, then burn the ashes
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Date: 2013-07-13 08:51 pm (UTC)The screaming, the mountain ash sparking against their senses as they tried to flee; the feeling of bones turning to ashes in his arms. Claws rushing through flesh, blood splashing against his face; fire burning into his flesh all over again.
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Date: 2013-07-13 05:09 am (UTC)Avengers movieverse, Loki, burn everything you love, then burn the ashes
Isn't That Funny?
Date: 2013-07-14 02:48 am (UTC)He is almost grieving, but it's so funny when you think about it, or maybe when you don't, and this is Ragnarök and it is his and he is not sorry.
He had thought that he would be ashes at the end, too. Everyone had; the prophecy was quite clear on that point. Isn't that funny?
He walks through the ashes, scattering them with his feet, and everything he has ever loved is blackening his shoes. Isn't that funny?
He sets fire to the ashes. He is burning everything he ever loved all over again, and he laughs and laughs.
Isn't that funny?
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Date: 2013-07-13 05:11 am (UTC)historical, author's choice, 2010 in a world where the Roman Empire never became Christian
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Date: 2013-07-13 05:11 am (UTC)Greek mythology, Troilus, the world where he saw his 20th birthday
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Date: 2013-07-20 04:13 pm (UTC)I'm not sure what you mean by this.
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Date: 2013-07-13 10:06 am (UTC)When you came in the air went out
And every shadow filled up with doubt
I don't know who you think you are
But before the night is through
I wanna do bad things with you
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Date: 2013-07-13 11:09 am (UTC)Fill: Illogical, Sam/Gene
Date: 2013-07-13 05:45 pm (UTC)"I love this job, Sam, and I know you do too. Don't make us choose." Gene had said, the last time Sam had grumbled about walking in the cold and asked why they couldn't just both get into the Cortina and head to the station together. Sam had stared at him, furious because despite Gene's being totally and utterly wrong... in this decade he had a point, damnit. Sam had stalked out, slamming the door behind him and turning his collar up against the wind. It wasn't a fight either of them could win.
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Date: 2013-07-13 07:59 pm (UTC)He rips off the sunglasses the minute he steps into the bar.
Long ago, a guy he'd once known, had walked into a saturday detention much the same way ... and he'd loved it. In high school, those long ago days of hell, he'd been easy to impress.
Unlike then ... Now, in University, where he's the big man on campus, with the grades, and the looks, and enough angst to satisfy anyone, it's not that easy anymore. He doesn't look at just anyone anymore.
He's not 'Brian' anymore, he's 'Big Bry', a nickname that long ago person had given him on that fateful saturday detention, and this is the good life.
The fact that he's gay hasn't bothered anyone since he told his mother ... And she doesn't matter a damn to him, not anymore.
He sidles up to the bar, looks sideways to the man standing next to him, and prepares to offer him a drink. And then his mouth falls open.
The boy, that long ago person who changed his life, is standing beside him. Brown eyes, bigger and browner and more cynical than the were, that he still somehow loves, stare at him, with almost comical surprise.
"Brian</>?"
"Bender ..." He mutters, trying to hide his own surprise.
"John," Bender mutters, looking away again.
"John ..." he repeats. "John ... Can I get you a drink?"
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