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Title: In Limbo
Rating: PG
Fandom: New Excalibur
Pairing: Cain Marko x Talia Josephine Wagner
Theme: #01. look over here
Disclaimer: The characters of New Excalibur all belong to Marvel, not me..
Notes: No beta, sorry.
I’m a big guy, 6 ft 10, and weighing in at just over 800 pounds. Big guys are usually stereotyped as being dumb, athletic, strong, and short tempered. I’m not gonna say that I’m the complete opposite of this stereotype, but I don’t meet every part of it. I’m not the smartest guy around, but I’m pretty far from being dumb. I was never the greatest athlete in school, Charles was the one who got the awards and the fans. Strength? Now that I’ve got that by the truckloads. ‘Course 99% of that strength comes from a gem planted somewhere in my body, but as far as I’m concerned its mine. The short tempered one…that I don’t even try to deny.
Another common stereotype is that big guys love loud music. Me, I’m not a fan of loud music. I don’t drive to Metallica or Slayer, I don’t ‘train’ to Guns N’ Roses an’ I don’t feel a little charge run up and down my spine whenever I hear the newest by Korn. Sometimes we get fan mail and every time I get a letter or a package it comes with a CD with at least one of those bands on it. Most of these CD’s I listen to once and then I usually throw away. ‘Cept for one that came with a copy of some band called The Locust, that one I burned.
Don’t get me wrong here. I love music, but those bands don’t speak to me. I don’t wanna to be reminded of all the bad things that have happened in my life and I don’t wanna hear people moan about theirs neither. What I want from my music is passion and a band or singer who’s gonna challenge themselves. Personally I think that the greatest model of this is Alison Blaire
You ask any band today who they listened to when they were growing up and at least one of the members will say they listened to Dazzler. Forget the weird costumes she wore on stage, the roller skates and the fact that she’s a mutant. Disregard all of that and you’ll come to realize she’s one of the greatest songwriters of our time. I hear the newer bands today trying to play catch-up to stuff Alison did years ago, but they don’t have the same passion, the same soul she used to put into it. Most of ‘em sound like a bunch of kids tryin’ to cover their favorite band, but in the end its just a bunch of noise with nothin’ but fanboys behind it all.
I don’t think all current music is bad. I’ve been listenin’ to The Pills ‘Live in Wayneworth’ CD for the last few days. TJ got me into them, says she loves Alison and everything, but I need to expand my horizons. They’re a pretty good band actually, and the name is obviously taken from Alison’s “Indebted” LP. There’s a lyric in the title track that compares the happier people in your life to good vitamins, great pills. I never said Alison’s lyrics were deep. The band’s music is neo-techno funk with a nice punk feel to it. At least that’s what TJ tells me. She would know too, I guess, what with her being from an alternate universe an’ everything.
Just thinkin’ about everything that had to happen for that universe to be in existence makes my head hurt. In her universe she was a member of the X-men and the lead singer for a band called the Butt Monkies, a name her drummer came up with. A band should never be named by its drummer by the way. I asked if they ever recorded and she told me no, they weren’t that good, but I can see from her eyes that her words and her feelings don’t agree.
Right now TJ’s layin’ beside me on my bed. She says she’s jealous of my bed on account of how big it is. She says she’s gonna steal it from me. I roll my eyes and tell her that the bed weighs around two hundred pounds cuz it has to support my weight and the weight of certain blue elves with retractable tails, there’s no way she’d be able to lift it. She rolls her eyes right back at me. We both know that talking just gets in the way of the music, makes it background noise, so we stay silent the remainder of the time. I start to notice things in the room, though. I notice how quiet it is, even with the music playing. How the sun looks just a little brighter than normal. How the sheets on my bed feel beneath the bare skin on my arms. An’ I notice TJ is a turn of the head away from kissing my left cheek. Couldn’t tell you why, but my blood starts coursing at the thought of her turning her head just a little.
My mind starts to race, thinkin’ of ways to get her to turn her head just a little. I don’t wanna interrupt the music. I don’t want a nothing kinda kiss, but… Then it hits me; if she’s a turn of her head from kissing my cheek than that means I’m a turn of my head from kissing her cheek. It’s childish, I know, but I can’t help myself. “Hey,” I say as I turn my head, my lips brushing her hair.
She’d fallen asleep on her side, her back to me an’ for a minute I feel kinda guilty about it with her bein’ asleep an’ all. Then again I’m kinda glad, as I did just dodge a potentially messy situation. What would I have said if she’d been awake? ‘Hey… TJ…just kinda felt like giving you a kiss. I’m not really sure how I feel about ya, so don’t think to much of it. It was really more of a heat of the moment kinda thing,” doesn’t really have a nice ring to it. It would be the truth, but the truth isn’t good enough because, as I’ve learned in the past, just going on a feeling isn’t always the best thing in the world to do.
I try to calm myself an’ think about how I’m gonna try not to blush when she wakes up. How I’m gonna do my best just to be normal around her from now on. How her lips would feel against mine and how I might not mind her biting on my lip just a bit with those fangs of hers. I try to block out those kinda thoughts, but they come when I try the hardest. So I do the only thing that I can, I focus on the CD an’ I hope by the end of it I’ll have somethin’ figured out because otherwise…
Rating: PG
Fandom: New Excalibur
Pairing: Cain Marko x Talia Josephine Wagner
Theme: #01. look over here
Disclaimer: The characters of New Excalibur all belong to Marvel, not me..
Notes: No beta, sorry.
I’m a big guy, 6 ft 10, and weighing in at just over 800 pounds. Big guys are usually stereotyped as being dumb, athletic, strong, and short tempered. I’m not gonna say that I’m the complete opposite of this stereotype, but I don’t meet every part of it. I’m not the smartest guy around, but I’m pretty far from being dumb. I was never the greatest athlete in school, Charles was the one who got the awards and the fans. Strength? Now that I’ve got that by the truckloads. ‘Course 99% of that strength comes from a gem planted somewhere in my body, but as far as I’m concerned its mine. The short tempered one…that I don’t even try to deny.
Another common stereotype is that big guys love loud music. Me, I’m not a fan of loud music. I don’t drive to Metallica or Slayer, I don’t ‘train’ to Guns N’ Roses an’ I don’t feel a little charge run up and down my spine whenever I hear the newest by Korn. Sometimes we get fan mail and every time I get a letter or a package it comes with a CD with at least one of those bands on it. Most of these CD’s I listen to once and then I usually throw away. ‘Cept for one that came with a copy of some band called The Locust, that one I burned.
Don’t get me wrong here. I love music, but those bands don’t speak to me. I don’t wanna to be reminded of all the bad things that have happened in my life and I don’t wanna hear people moan about theirs neither. What I want from my music is passion and a band or singer who’s gonna challenge themselves. Personally I think that the greatest model of this is Alison Blaire
You ask any band today who they listened to when they were growing up and at least one of the members will say they listened to Dazzler. Forget the weird costumes she wore on stage, the roller skates and the fact that she’s a mutant. Disregard all of that and you’ll come to realize she’s one of the greatest songwriters of our time. I hear the newer bands today trying to play catch-up to stuff Alison did years ago, but they don’t have the same passion, the same soul she used to put into it. Most of ‘em sound like a bunch of kids tryin’ to cover their favorite band, but in the end its just a bunch of noise with nothin’ but fanboys behind it all.
I don’t think all current music is bad. I’ve been listenin’ to The Pills ‘Live in Wayneworth’ CD for the last few days. TJ got me into them, says she loves Alison and everything, but I need to expand my horizons. They’re a pretty good band actually, and the name is obviously taken from Alison’s “Indebted” LP. There’s a lyric in the title track that compares the happier people in your life to good vitamins, great pills. I never said Alison’s lyrics were deep. The band’s music is neo-techno funk with a nice punk feel to it. At least that’s what TJ tells me. She would know too, I guess, what with her being from an alternate universe an’ everything.
Just thinkin’ about everything that had to happen for that universe to be in existence makes my head hurt. In her universe she was a member of the X-men and the lead singer for a band called the Butt Monkies, a name her drummer came up with. A band should never be named by its drummer by the way. I asked if they ever recorded and she told me no, they weren’t that good, but I can see from her eyes that her words and her feelings don’t agree.
Right now TJ’s layin’ beside me on my bed. She says she’s jealous of my bed on account of how big it is. She says she’s gonna steal it from me. I roll my eyes and tell her that the bed weighs around two hundred pounds cuz it has to support my weight and the weight of certain blue elves with retractable tails, there’s no way she’d be able to lift it. She rolls her eyes right back at me. We both know that talking just gets in the way of the music, makes it background noise, so we stay silent the remainder of the time. I start to notice things in the room, though. I notice how quiet it is, even with the music playing. How the sun looks just a little brighter than normal. How the sheets on my bed feel beneath the bare skin on my arms. An’ I notice TJ is a turn of the head away from kissing my left cheek. Couldn’t tell you why, but my blood starts coursing at the thought of her turning her head just a little.
My mind starts to race, thinkin’ of ways to get her to turn her head just a little. I don’t wanna interrupt the music. I don’t want a nothing kinda kiss, but… Then it hits me; if she’s a turn of her head from kissing my cheek than that means I’m a turn of my head from kissing her cheek. It’s childish, I know, but I can’t help myself. “Hey,” I say as I turn my head, my lips brushing her hair.
She’d fallen asleep on her side, her back to me an’ for a minute I feel kinda guilty about it with her bein’ asleep an’ all. Then again I’m kinda glad, as I did just dodge a potentially messy situation. What would I have said if she’d been awake? ‘Hey… TJ…just kinda felt like giving you a kiss. I’m not really sure how I feel about ya, so don’t think to much of it. It was really more of a heat of the moment kinda thing,” doesn’t really have a nice ring to it. It would be the truth, but the truth isn’t good enough because, as I’ve learned in the past, just going on a feeling isn’t always the best thing in the world to do.
I try to calm myself an’ think about how I’m gonna try not to blush when she wakes up. How I’m gonna do my best just to be normal around her from now on. How her lips would feel against mine and how I might not mind her biting on my lip just a bit with those fangs of hers. I try to block out those kinda thoughts, but they come when I try the hardest. So I do the only thing that I can, I focus on the CD an’ I hope by the end of it I’ll have somethin’ figured out because otherwise…