|
|
Post by trina on Oct 3, 2010 16:53:16 GMT -5
 NOW I'M STANDING ON A LEDGEand your fine spider web isFASTENING MY ANKLE TO A STONE.A hand twisted the handle, not even bothering to knock. Without so much as a microsecond of hesitation, Jason slipped through the doorway. It wasn’t his house, but he often received the complaint that he lived there. Judging the amount of time he had sat between these walls, he would have merely shrugged at the accusation rather than made an attempt to deny it. As courteous as he was, he wouldn’t go through this routine if he was intruding. He had never asked if his presence was wanted, but then, he didn’t have to. Or so, he felt that way. The residents of the house had been living in Cape May for about two months, give or take a week. But already, Jason knew so much about the small family. Specifically, he knew about Eli. Jason lived a fairly solitary life, but lately it seemed he was part of a duo with the other male. He found nothing wrong with this.
Upon entering Jason checked the clock. Ten o’clock on a Saturday. Eli’s mother and stepfather would be at work, and the boy would be sleeping. They were both night owls, but Jason wasn’t one to take the morning for granted like his partner in crime. This morning he had been up at eight thirty, re-reading ‘Crime and Punishment’ at the local coffee shop. He slept for a matter of hours between Friday night and Monday morning. But then, Jason could recuperate and doze off during class. Confirming his suspicions, Jason saw a small piece of paper lying on the table, a note from Eli’s mother, presumably. He headed for the stairs, knowing exactly where he would find his friend. “Eli,” called Jason. “You awake yet?”
STATUS complete. TAGS eli/quinnikins. WORDCOUNT 286.
JAMS silence is golden by the tremeloes. MUSE unmotivated.
CREDITS quinn is all over the template. jonnie ray is all over the banner. leonard cohen is all over the lyrics.
|
|
|
|
Post by quinn on Oct 3, 2010 19:55:43 GMT -5
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -  - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -YOU BETTER RUN FOR THE HILLS BEFORE THEY BURN, LISTEN TO THE SOUND OF THE WORLDthen watch it turnI JUST WANT TO SHOW YOU WHAT I KNOW AND CATCH YOU WHEN THE CURRENT LETS YOU GO- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -Eli’s eyes opened. Immediately he let out a groan that was more than likely audible to his friend downstairs. How late did he stay out last night? Late enough for even the dog to give up watch and go to sleep. Eli didn't know if it was a good thing or not that no one really worried about him. But he knew it was a bad thing to be woken up so early. Early here meaning… Rolling over, the tired boy took a glance at his bedside clock. It was a mere ten in the morning. On a Saturday. He let out a second groan and buried his head into his pillow once more. Who did Jason think he was, anyways? “Shit, Jason,” he called out. “Don’t you ever sleep?” Actually, that was the morning Eli speaking. It often took the morning Eli a second or two to realize that Jason was near the top of his own personal ‘People Allowed to Awaken Me’ list. Which was the only, and truly the only reason, that Eli was contemplating getting up now, after a mere five hours of sleep. Rolling over, the boy rubbed the sleep from his eyes before looking again at the clock. Nope, no mistake, it was still ten o’clock. Sighing, Eli left the comfort of his mattress and entered the hallway.
“You better have one fantastic breakfast ready by the time I get down there,” he added, more obviously jokingly now. Sleepily, he descended the stairs. Were Jason a girl – an image quite hard to imagine – there would be no way Eli would walk down the stairs as is. His hair, so usually kept and scuffed just slightly was tousled in ways he didn’t think was possible, the sleep had not yet left his expression, and his pajamas (while extraordinarily comfortable) were not in the height of fashion. He entered the kitchen, leaning against the doorframe and letting out a lion-sized yawn. “At least put on a pot of coffee,” he mumbled, motioning towards the coffee maker.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -THE CARDS ARE EVERYWHERE, FACE IN THE DUST AT THE FAIRGROUND, I'VE NEVER SEENso many headlightsTHERE'S SOMETHING PULLING ME, THE CIRCUS AND THE CREW ARE JUST PASSING THROUGH- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -status; complete. tags; jason/trinabobina. wordcount; 340.
jams; hi ho silver lining – jeff beck. notes; <3 <3 <3 <3. ‘nuff said.
|
|
|
|
Post by trina on Oct 4, 2010 17:17:06 GMT -5
NOW I'M STANDING ON A LEDGEand your fine spider web isFASTENING MY ANKLE TO A STONE.Even before calling up the steps, Jason had known the state of his friend. Eli had surely been asleep, and he had surely been happy judging by the barely audible groan that carried from his vocals to the downstairs. Jason smirked, knowing all too well that he would be forgiven within a moment, and a recently awoken Eli was all bark and no bite. Stepping back into the kitchen, he began searching through the cupboards. He didn’t feel guilty letting himself in, nor did he feel guilty searching for food. Besides, Eli’s cooking skills were less than adequate. He was lucky for Jason to have stopped by. As if he read his mind, a skill that Jason wouldn’t put past the observant friend of his, Eli called down demanding breakfast. “Way ahead of you,” replied Jason, producing the only thing he was able to make: a box of pancake mix and a large bowl. Without bothering to look at the correct measurements on the back of the box he added the mix and the water until the product looked somewhat right. Jason turned as he heard his friend enter the room.
“Well good morning beautiful,” he joked with a smirk. Compared to what Eli could look like, he looked genuinely awful. But still… Jason turned back to the cupboards to busy himself trying to find a frying pan and to hide the faltering smile as he felt it yet again. It was a minor sensation, as it always was. That spark, that jolt, that leap of his heart, that back flip of his stomach… His words had been drenched in sarcasm, but for a split second Jason had legitimately believed them. Quickly, he shoveled the feelings deep inside. That wasn’t how he wanted to feel. Finally locating the frying pan, he set it atop the stove and turned to his friend with a raised eyebrow. “I don’t get paid nearly enough to put up with your demands.” It was just as well. Jason knew deep down that he really wanted to do these things for Eli. He also knew that he deserved it for the rude awakening…
STATUS complete. TAGS eli/quinnikins. WORDCOUNT 357.
JAMS i can see for miles by the who. MUSE meh. you tell me.
CREDITS quinn is all over the template. jonnie ray is all over the banner. leonard cohen is all over the lyrics.
|
|
|
|
Post by quinn on Oct 5, 2010 20:44:17 GMT -5
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -YOU BETTER RUN FOR THE HILLS BEFORE THEY BURN, LISTEN TO THE SOUND OF THE WORLDthen watch it turnI JUST WANT TO SHOW YOU WHAT I KNOW AND CATCH YOU WHEN THE CURRENT LETS YOU GO- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -He gave a small smile at the sarcastic greeting. “Sarcasm is a hinderance, Mr. Whitaker,” Eli answered in his best teacher-tone, a tone that both he and Jason knew all too well. But still, those words got to him. Habitually, he began finger combing his hair back into proper position. His friend knew him all too well. Eli was glad to see the bowl of pancake mix already in the process of becoming golden brown flapjacks. Jason was a few steps ahead of Eli in the race for kitchen-master. In his lifetime, the boy had had little experience in a full-fledged kitchen. He knew the secret to making popcorn, toast, and the delicacy of peanut butter sandwiches. He had mastered the art of cereal at an early age, and could make microwaveable bagel-pizzas with his eyes closed. Scrambled eggs had been a small setback, and pancakes were still a bit of an obstacle, which was why Eli decided to stay on the sidelines and let his friend go to town on the stovetop.
“So what’s the plan for today?” asked Eli, almost laughing at the fact that he was planning something at this hour. “It better be pretty close to home, the car is almost out of gas.” Or rather, one of the cars was almost out of gas. Dan had been such a responsible adult and filled two of the three cars, leaving Eli to fend for himself on the salary of a teenager. “Unless you think ciphering gas from the Camaro is a good idea. But that’d be your department; you always had the stronger tolerance for petrol in your lungs.” Leaving the doorframe, Eli tested his sleep-deprived standing abilities with a short walk to the fridge. He shut the door after taking one look at the contents, then let out a chuckle at Jason’s accusation. “Are you telling me quality time with yours truly isn’t payment enough?” The fact of the matter was, Eli didn’t know how to make coffee, either. And the both of them knew it. “I guess we’ve got different forms of currency, pal. But let me tell you, one Eli-minute has gotta be worth at least a few Jason dollars.”
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -THE CARDS ARE EVERYWHERE, FACE IN THE DUST AT THE FAIRGROUND, I'VE NEVER SEENso many headlightsTHERE'S SOMETHING PULLING ME, THE CIRCUS AND THE CREW ARE JUST PASSING THROUGH- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -status; complete. tags; jason/trinabobina. wordcount; 367.
jams; geraldine – glasvegas. notes; your muse is fine. rock it ;]
|
|
