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So I was really supposed to make this 100 words, and I did for the sake of the challenge community. But I ended up writing about 170 words instead and liked it too much to just throw it away. Hence, this is the long version of the drabble I wrote for the challenge DEATH.
To have seen him on stage; running from one end of the auditorium to the other, screaming out the lyrics with so much fury that it was akin to watching a train wreck - all explosions and the sound of twisted metal screeching against itself, to have seen him that way made the way he was now even more unbelievable.
Slash wouldn't say he was "emotionally cold," because 'cold' would imply that he could be warm when he wanted to be. And after the last few years, he was severely doubting that possibility. He remembered times, before, when they'd both just lain in bed revelling in post-coital bliss and each other.
Now, though, Axl would just crawl off of him and light a cigarette, take a swig of Jack and lounge nude in the hotel chair as he flipped channels. It wasn't a lack of warmth, he just didn't care anymore. It wasn't emotional coldness, it was emotional suicide. Loving Axl was like loving the dead.
To have seen him on stage; running from one end of the auditorium to the other, screaming out the lyrics with so much fury that it was akin to watching a train wreck - all explosions and the sound of twisted metal screeching against itself, to have seen him that way made the way he was now even more unbelievable.
Slash wouldn't say he was "emotionally cold," because 'cold' would imply that he could be warm when he wanted to be. And after the last few years, he was severely doubting that possibility. He remembered times, before, when they'd both just lain in bed revelling in post-coital bliss and each other.
Now, though, Axl would just crawl off of him and light a cigarette, take a swig of Jack and lounge nude in the hotel chair as he flipped channels. It wasn't a lack of warmth, he just didn't care anymore. It wasn't emotional coldness, it was emotional suicide. Loving Axl was like loving the dead.