Psychoville/Psychonauts: Jeremy Goode/Crispin Whytehead
Fandom: Psychoville/Psychonauts
Pairing: Jeremy Goode x Crispin Whytehead
Theme set: Gamma
Title: Of Silent Songs and Mad Laughter
Rating: T, just to be on the safe side.
Warning[s]: Mild language, incredibly vague sexual themes, mild drink references (and slash, obvs.)… it’s fairly clean other than that. There’re a few bits of character-death here and there for the heck of it. Also there is so much over-punctuation and semicolon abuse but I guess that's kind of a given?
Notes: I don’t really have much to say about the piece as a whole, to be honest. It’s kind of grammatically poor but my muse for these two is surprisingly pleasant. Most of it is rather internal because the characters involved tend to be that way. A few pieces carry through from each other but most of them stand on their own. Also some sections take place in Ravenhill, some take place in Thorney Towers (in both the building pre-game and the ruins) and some take place outside of both. I’m not really sure why.
For the individual sentences:
#02: I overuse ‘pokerfaced mug’. A LOT. Just thought that needed pointing out.
#05: No, I don’t know what this means either. But hey, it’s a sentence.
#35: I was reading this in poor lighting conditions and I read it as ‘5ever’ so this kind of happened.
Here we go:
#01 - Ring:
It was something of an endless cycle: the cracker-factory cliché of opposites attracting and the idea that if those opposites were crammed into a small space and forced to deal with the same things, there was a certain inevitability that at least one of them would begin to harbour a sort of fondness for the other.
#02 - Hero:
“I don’t know what you mean, Nurse Kenchington,” said Jeremy with a pokerfaced mug, “and I imagine that the only person capable of such a horrific act of murder within the walls of this asylum would be… er, never mind.”
#03 - Memory:
Crispin could recall little of what caused the state to declare him insane and seal him a one-way ticket to the asylum, but when he spent all his time here with such a fascinating man/pawn, he didn’t mind the passing of the hours so much.
#04 - Box:
“So you’ve upgraded to mime,” Crispin noted at the severe breakdown of his partner; you would never know the emotional pain he felt at watching the bespectacled man claw at the air.
#05 - Run:
It would not do to perpetuate the notion that the two were well-suited to running and yet here they were, decked out in borderline-Victorian sensibilities with regards to that elusively overdone straightjacket.
#06 - Hurricane:
Crispin noted that being in love was a bit like a hurricane in the way you were swept off your hackneyed little feet with little time to think in the way of the future; being in love with this insane fellow inmate was the same but more unpredictable and frazzled and just plain wonderful.
#07 - Wings:
The day was relatively empty and in the silence, Jeremy had found himself tracing Crispin’s bony shoulder-blade with an unrivalled precision at his fingertip.
#08 - Cold:
The relationship between the borderline psychopath and the psychotic was a frosty sort of affair given their public nature of clashing; a bystander would never know what was going on in reality and the couple preferred to keep the truth locked away.
#09 - Red:
“What do you take me for, some bloodsucking beast?” Crispin inquired towards the restless stare of the sole person whose suspicion he didn’t welcome with much swiftness.
#10 - Drink:
And then, in that moment where you were sure he couldn’t be cuter (in a state of severe drunkenness, anyway), Jeremy collapsed on the bed beside his lover and quietly sang the Human League’s discography to sleep.
#11 - Midnight:
Another day had passed and each had spent the full twenty-four hours away from the other’s embrace.
#12 - Temptation:
Crispin had dragged Jeremy into this conversation and now he was about to get past the stage of beating around the bush and just setting fire to the bloody thing: with a gleefully deranged grin, he proceeded to explain how they would escape Thorney Towers for good.
#13 - View:
Sometimes they would just lie in the grounds and Jeremy would narrate the sky out for the poor-sighted man next to him; they would make out agonized faces in the clouds.
#14 - Music:
Both parties were not partial to too much music for the reason that it seemed to inspire their madness in a manner they would rather not explore.
#15 - Silk:
The asylum ruins were not exactly a comfortable place to sleep, but they dealt with it - and as the only two people remaining, they felt no need to hide that they would do so together.
#16 - Cover:
Whenever a morbid occasion was inked in with blood and ornamented by sardonic humour, Jeremy knew that it was time to pretend he didn’t know the cause of it.
#17 - Promise:
“Jeremy, at all costs: don’t let them near me, lest they do to my mind the things they did before.”
#18 - Dream:
It was odd how their patterns of dreams altered: while the psychotic half of the pair had vivid, near-uncontrollably disturbing dreams, the other rarely had time for such fleeting imagery.
#19 - Candle:
Crispin lit a few candlesticks, then kicked their holder onto the floor and let the fire spread: there would be no survivors, or at least that’s what the media would have you believe.
#20 - Talent:
Jeremy had quite a talent for the sciences; Crispin had a talent for hiding in small spaces and squinting over to watch his partner perform his little experiments with the woman who seemed to constantly spar with Loboto.
#21 - Silence:
“The imbecile,” Crispin noted as he walked with his gaze in the general direction of the floor, “the imbecile just went and got himself slaughtered.”
#22 - Journey:
They left together on a summer evening, telling no one of where they were headed because they had no idea.
#23 - Fire:
The fire spread and he still couldn’t find Jeremy; it seemed this plan was about to go to hell with all the speed of a cheetah clenching a hand-basket between its teeth.
#24 - Strength:
“Forget all these perceived failings: listen.”
#25 - Mask:
“Listen to the voices in your head,” Crispin continued with a casual air, looking in the vague direction of the blur just about identifiable as Jeremy.
#26 - Ice:
It was always so cold at night but no longer did they care for the exploits of the weather, quite a diversion from the expectations of the British: but the expectations were not there to be met as they had escaped the rest of humanity, and they loved every second.
#27 - Fall:
Crispin had failed to catch his last object of admiration when he had hurtled into the water of Lake Oblongata; he swore that he would never let this fate destroy the new one.
#28 - Forgotten:
Jeremy had long forgotten life without the Silent Singer and he wasn’t too thankful for that; however the thought of forgetting life with Crispin was unbearable, as melodramatic and plain cheesy as that sounded.
#29 - Dance:
There were certain social indignities that the two shared a wish never to enact and they held comfort in the fact they would each not be the only one who refused to dance.
#30 - Body:
The stick-figurish frames of both men intertwined with such care in their movements.
#31 - Sacred:
They only ever saw life as near meaningless and nothing seemed to be able to change that.
#32 - Farewells:
At Crispin’s grave Jeremy left the wilting flowers he had been saving for months before the moment that he could bear acknowledging reality; he would probably have preferred their aesthetic anyway.
#33 - World:
“One day I imagine us ruining the lives of the rest of the world, and you know, I’d quite like that.”
#34 - Formal:
“Perhaps we should do away with formalities,” Jeremy suggested with an unsubtle glance.
#35 - Fever:
Jeremy looked down at the pale pancake of blood and blue hair at the bottom of the skyscraper and all he could think of was one thing: he was going to say five-ever.
#36 - Laugh:
It seemed that in the midst of more intimate moments, the sounds emitting from his vocal cords sounded more like some humanoid hyena than that venomous laugh of his.
#37 - Lies:
“What if, after all these years, I no longer believe in you?”
#38 - Forever:
And so they were doomed to lie by the shore, their signs of life non-existent.
#39 - Overwhelmed:
Suddenly the voices were upon him and he could feel something scraping across his skin and burning it and he could only stare deep into the abyss at the back of his mind and in this chaos he only uttered a single word because he needed him right now: “Crispin.”
#40 - Whisper:
It seems we’ve all been given psychic abilities and I am currently speaking to you from the comfort of my own ward - oh, and happy birthday, by the way; no one else noticed, the bastards, so I’ll find you some form of gift the next time we’re in the same room, yes?
#41 - Wait:
They were in such perfect synchronicity that each subtle motion and direction could be carried out with ease despite that one was half-blind and the other was currently lacking glasses.
#42 - Talk:
They would talk of all the people whose lives they’d quite like to ruin and they would plot these demises with considerable humour and malice… but only Crispin had thought of these plans as a good thought to act on at a later date.
#43 - Search:
After tripping over the burning corpse of his lover, Crispin picked himself up, brushed himself down, and threw himself into the fire with a wheezing inhalation of the smoke around him.
#44 - Hope:
Sometimes Jeremy wondered how such a pessimistic man could live with himself for lying and reassuring him that things were going to be just fine, but then he realized he didn’t even care and the fact he was trying to make him feel better just proved how special he was in the glassy eyes of his companion.
#45 - Eclipse:
For once in his life, Jeremy ignored an eclipse and spent its duration kissing a certain someone with more passion than his usual technical self.
#46 - Gravity:
The gravity of what was to come was now evident: he had been using him the whole time.
#47 - Highway:
To complete their lives they headed back to London as soon as they could.
#48 - Unknown:
“Afraid of what you don’t know, Jeremy?”
#49 - Lock:
There was no doubting that Jeremy was a lucky man: Crispin was not the sort of person to let just anyone into his own cold, beating organ.
#50 - Breathe:
After the betrayal, which was followed by a gruesome experiment, Jeremy took his last breath before calmly dropping onto the floor in a puddle of his own blood.