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Oct. 20th, 2011 08:16 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
emerald_skiesSo....I fic'ed some more -- mostly because my flisties (and their flisties) are horrible enablers, but also because this keeps me from stressing about how university is conspiring to make me die of a massive ulcer.
Title: Feeling This
Author(s):![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
emerald_skies
Pairing: Starsgard
Rating: Not rated, PG at the very most for a smidge of language
Summary: In which the boys find that letting go is harder than one might expect.
Author's Note: Written formelkerr as a sequel to Reflection. melkerr wanted sappy fic and, being the hopeless romantic that I am, I was all too happy to oblige. Title is taken from a Blink-182 song (shut up, I can hear y'all judging me from here).
It's about 10:00 at night when a loud knock startles the everloving shit out of Alex. He frowns (Who the fuck could that be at this hour?), then gets up and shuffles to the door with a half-empty bottle of whiskey in his hand. If it's a burglar or something, Alex reasons, then the bottle makes a perfect blunt object, and for anyone else, well...it would still make a nice blunt object. The fact that his visitor showed up just as he was getting a nice buzz going only makes Alex's already bad mood even worse.
Irritation turns abruptly into shock when Alex wrenches the door open and sees who it is. For a split second, Alex wonders if he drank more than he thought and this is some sort of booze-induced hallucination -- and then decides that he doesn't care.
"Stark?"
Stark answers with a small, crooked smile. "Surprise."
No shit. "What are you doing here?" Alex asks after a long pause. "I thought you were off in New York doing the whole newlywed family man thing."
"Well," Stark sighs and hooks his thumbs through the belt loops of his jeans -- a sharp pang goes through Alex when he notices the gleaming gold band on Stark's left ring finger.
"So it turns out I'm an idiot," Stark finally says.
Alex raises his eyebrows. "I can think of a number of ways to respond to that statement, but most of them aren't fit for polite company so why don't you just explain instead?"
Stark swipes his tongue over his lower lip -- a nervous tic Alex remembers all too well -- and scrubs a hand through his short, reddish-brown hair. "I was doing the newlywed family man thing, living nice, grounded life that would make any sane person deliriously happy." He raises his eyes to meet Alex's directly. "But I wasn't. I was-- still am just...empty inside. It felt like I was watching my life happen to someone else."
"And this makes you an idiot how, exactly?"
"I'm an idiot because I threw away a really good thing without even realizing it until it was too late," Stark says quietly.
Stark couldn't have surprised Alex more if he'd slapped him. Alex slowly sets the whiskey bottle down on a nearby hall table and then, for a moment that seems to go on forever, Alex just stares at him. A tiny spark of...something stirs in Alex's chest but Alex forces it down before it can get his hopes up.
His voice sounds somewhat strangled when he answers, "Stark, if this is some kind of joke..."
"Do you see me laughing?"
In fact, Alex can't remember the last time he ever saw Stark look so serious. Not since...
And then it clicks. Holy shit.
Moving remarkably fast for his current less-than-sober state, Alex fists one hand in the front of Stark's T-shirt, curls the other around the back of Stark's neck, and yanks him forcefully into the apartment. He pins Stark against the entryway wall in a rough, slightly off-center kiss before the door even finishes swinging shut behind them.
"Missed this," Stark mumbles close enough that his lips still brush against Alex's, "Missed you."
"Likewise," Alex mumbles back, pulling away so he can trail his fingers lightly over Stark's face. Stark sighs, lets his eyes drift closed, and just smiles -- he even leans his head a little into the touch.
"Good?" Alex ventures hesitantly. He still can't quite believe this is real.
Stark answers without even opening his eyes. "This is the first time I've felt anything in months."
"Likewise. But what about--"
Stark opens his eyes and fixes Alex with a look that makes the question die in Alex's throat. "We can figure it out in the morning."
Alex considers this for a moment or two, then answers by pulling Stark back into another kiss, gentler this time. It feels like an apology, and the way Stark relaxes against Alex feels like acceptance -- like things make sense again, at least for a little while.
The End
I just couldn't leave them like I did. Some people have it in them to torture their characters and call it a day, but I ain't one of 'em -- I need at least a bittersweet ending. THAT probably deserves some judging *headscreen*
I also realized it's probably a sign of how long it's been since I went to the movies that I thought Captain America was still in theaters (I think the last thing I saw was Don't Be Afraid of the Dark). I intend to remedy that this weekend, so I have to ask: what's playing that's good these days?
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"Anger cannot be dishonest..." -- Marcus Aurelius
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Cheers.
Title: Feeling This
Author(s):
emerald_skiesPairing: Starsgard
Rating: Not rated, PG at the very most for a smidge of language
Summary: In which the boys find that letting go is harder than one might expect.
Author's Note: Written for
melkerr as a sequel to Reflection. melkerr wanted sappy fic and, being the hopeless romantic that I am, I was all too happy to oblige. Title is taken from a Blink-182 song (shut up, I can hear y'all judging me from here).It's about 10:00 at night when a loud knock startles the everloving shit out of Alex. He frowns (Who the fuck could that be at this hour?), then gets up and shuffles to the door with a half-empty bottle of whiskey in his hand. If it's a burglar or something, Alex reasons, then the bottle makes a perfect blunt object, and for anyone else, well...it would still make a nice blunt object. The fact that his visitor showed up just as he was getting a nice buzz going only makes Alex's already bad mood even worse.
Irritation turns abruptly into shock when Alex wrenches the door open and sees who it is. For a split second, Alex wonders if he drank more than he thought and this is some sort of booze-induced hallucination -- and then decides that he doesn't care.
"Stark?"
Stark answers with a small, crooked smile. "Surprise."
No shit. "What are you doing here?" Alex asks after a long pause. "I thought you were off in New York doing the whole newlywed family man thing."
"Well," Stark sighs and hooks his thumbs through the belt loops of his jeans -- a sharp pang goes through Alex when he notices the gleaming gold band on Stark's left ring finger.
"So it turns out I'm an idiot," Stark finally says.
Alex raises his eyebrows. "I can think of a number of ways to respond to that statement, but most of them aren't fit for polite company so why don't you just explain instead?"
Stark swipes his tongue over his lower lip -- a nervous tic Alex remembers all too well -- and scrubs a hand through his short, reddish-brown hair. "I was doing the newlywed family man thing, living nice, grounded life that would make any sane person deliriously happy." He raises his eyes to meet Alex's directly. "But I wasn't. I was-- still am just...empty inside. It felt like I was watching my life happen to someone else."
"And this makes you an idiot how, exactly?"
"I'm an idiot because I threw away a really good thing without even realizing it until it was too late," Stark says quietly.
Stark couldn't have surprised Alex more if he'd slapped him. Alex slowly sets the whiskey bottle down on a nearby hall table and then, for a moment that seems to go on forever, Alex just stares at him. A tiny spark of...something stirs in Alex's chest but Alex forces it down before it can get his hopes up.
His voice sounds somewhat strangled when he answers, "Stark, if this is some kind of joke..."
"Do you see me laughing?"
In fact, Alex can't remember the last time he ever saw Stark look so serious. Not since...
And then it clicks. Holy shit.
Moving remarkably fast for his current less-than-sober state, Alex fists one hand in the front of Stark's T-shirt, curls the other around the back of Stark's neck, and yanks him forcefully into the apartment. He pins Stark against the entryway wall in a rough, slightly off-center kiss before the door even finishes swinging shut behind them.
"Missed this," Stark mumbles close enough that his lips still brush against Alex's, "Missed you."
"Likewise," Alex mumbles back, pulling away so he can trail his fingers lightly over Stark's face. Stark sighs, lets his eyes drift closed, and just smiles -- he even leans his head a little into the touch.
"Good?" Alex ventures hesitantly. He still can't quite believe this is real.
Stark answers without even opening his eyes. "This is the first time I've felt anything in months."
"Likewise. But what about--"
Stark opens his eyes and fixes Alex with a look that makes the question die in Alex's throat. "We can figure it out in the morning."
Alex considers this for a moment or two, then answers by pulling Stark back into another kiss, gentler this time. It feels like an apology, and the way Stark relaxes against Alex feels like acceptance -- like things make sense again, at least for a little while.
I just couldn't leave them like I did. Some people have it in them to torture their characters and call it a day, but I ain't one of 'em -- I need at least a bittersweet ending. THAT probably deserves some judging *headscreen*
I also realized it's probably a sign of how long it's been since I went to the movies that I thought Captain America was still in theaters (I think the last thing I saw was Don't Be Afraid of the Dark). I intend to remedy that this weekend, so I have to ask: what's playing that's good these days?
-------
"Anger cannot be dishonest..." -- Marcus Aurelius
-------
Cheers.
