"It's like in the great stories... The ones that really mattered. Full of darkness and danger, they were. And sometimes you didn't want to know the end, because how could the end be happy? How could the world go back to the way it was when so much bad had happened? But in the end, it's only a passing thing, this shadow. Even darkness must pass. A new day will come. And when the sun shines, it will shine out the clearer. Those were the stories that stayed with you. That meant something, even if you were too small to understand why."
aldiara on May 16th, 2011 01:27 am (UTC) And now for something completely boring
The hockey team stands in a semi-circle, facing their newest player. No one quite meets anybody else's eyes.
Ingo has a fixed, manic smile on his lips. "This is awkward."
"No kidding." Deniz looks utterly confused.
"Someone ought to say something," says Andy.
The guys all seem to have compelling reasons why that someone should not be them.
Vanessa rolls her eyes. "Oh, please. Hey Frank!" she yells. The newbie flinches. "You play great, so you're on the team, obviously, but sweetie, do you think we've never seen boobs before?"
"More importantly, why would we mind them?” Florian asks, incredulous.
The pants had been the hardest thing to find; the black shirt had been easy, the white fitted jacket something he'd stumbled on in the department store where he'd been searching uneasily. Even the shoes weren't so hard, once he'd found that store where the tall men bought their high heels. The wig had been a special-order item, but he spared no expense.
But white linen pants were nearly impossible to find in his size.
He'd managed eventually.
Now he stood in front of the mirror, finally complete. He'd lost Jenny, he'd lost Jessica, but now he had himself.
lilithilien on May 16th, 2011 02:17 am (UTC) Re: WOT.
omg Mel! I am not here - need to get some work done right now - but I had to take a minute to read this, and then to roll on the floor, and then to pick myself up and cackle some more. I love it!!!
miss_lovelace on May 16th, 2011 06:19 am (UTC) Der Stern des Südens
Eigentlich sollte Maximilian es vermissen. Er betrachtete sich im Spiegel und richtete die vorwitzigen Locken, die ihm immer wieder ins Gesicht fallen wollten. Der Lippenstift war zu dunkel für seinen Geschmack, aber das Publikum liebte ihn so. Oder sie, lächelte er sein Spiegelbild hinreißend an. Er fuhr sich mit den falschen Nägeln über die langen Beine; eine Laufmasche konnte er nun wirklich nicht gebrauchen.
„Bist du so weit?“ Simone steckte den Kopf herein.
Nein, er vermisste das Zentrum nicht. Gleich würde er wieder seine traurigen Seemannslieder anstimmen. Die Nächte über Buenos Aires waren alles, was zählte. Und seine Mutter.
giorgiakerr on May 16th, 2011 08:00 am (UTC) OH HAI BULLE
He was going to kill those bastards. Fucking Mike. Fucking Ingo. Fucking Roman, the ice fucking princess. And fucking, motherfucking Deniz.
Bulle tried to breathe evenly as he pulled the tutu up his thighs, feeling the coarse material scratch on his hair through the thin tights. he'd been relieved to find the locker-room deserted, but he could sense the upcoming humiliation. He gritted his teeth. Someone would pay; he didn't care who.
Because this wasn't his fault. He wasn't some fag, like the Wild guy, who pranced around flaunting his perversions shamelessly.
It wasn't his fault that he was wearing this fucking hung. Because if it were his fault, his choice, then he'd have absolutely no excuse for liking it.
aldiara on May 17th, 2011 04:52 am (UTC) Re: OH HAI BULLE
Oh this! God, that's good. Because yes, hilarious, and OF COURSE HE LIKES IT (bloody closet case), but it also made my chest go all tight because yeah, Ingo's awesome humiliation strategy is totally what could've pushed Bulle over the edge and made him decide for sure that he was going to fuck Roman up. Not that he probably wouldn't have if Ingo HADN'T done something, because people like Bulle don't work that way, and I did so love Ingo for doing this. But at the same time they're unquestionably tangled up in each other and I'm just babbling now, but gah, Giorgia. This made me feel things. *wibbles and clings*