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hackthis_archive) wrote2003-05-30 11:03 am
hackthis_archive) wrote2003-05-30 11:03 am
What a strange little boy.
Movieverse: X2
A Tragic Affair
Some people believe.
Some people don’t.
Bobby thinks that might be the biggest tragedy of them all: he does still believe, even though he probably shouldn’t.
Of course it wasn’t always like this. They weren’t always like this. Bobby would just like to make that clear from the start.
Most people would say it’s too soon for Bobby to be reminiscing: St. John is still spooned up behind him, blowing little gusts of warm air against the nape of Bobby’s neck. But Bobby’s not an idiot. Young, yes; stupid, no. He can see their ending already, and it makes him feel nostalgic for a better time. Before.
You can’t get an after without a before.
*
In the beginning they were happy. No, not like little girls and boys who dream of whatever, but like friends with benefits. It’s a really stupid phrase but that’s what they were. Are. Again, whatever. That’s not the issue. That’s not what Bobby’s trying to recall. It’s just this:
There was laughter and jokes that went along with the fumbling fingers and stolen moments in closets. Johnny seemed to lurk around every corner, or maybe that was just the way Bobby saw it. He only had eyes for St. John, but he’d like to think that he wasn’t willfully blind. He’d like to think that maybe Johnny cared for him just that little bit. Once upon a time in a mansion far far away.
Maybe it’s Bobby’s fault for even believing that things like that still exist, but after all he’s had to give up he thinks he should at least be allowed to have that illusion.
Somebody has to believe.
*
In the beginning, everything was new. Even though they had been living together for years, sharing the room, wearing each other’s clothing, it wasn’t the same. Nothing was the same as this, them, this thing that they stumbled upon one day. Or one night to be exact.
All those years of sharing beds for comfort: snoring, scratching, being shoved out the bed for hogging too much of the pillow. Everything was such a natural progression, even the way their touches became more tentative, more intimate. And that was good. It was right, as it should have been, and it was welcome and needed.
The first time they kissed Bobby wondered what had taken them so long.
But that was then.
*
‘Then’ is really only last week or last month or perhaps last year, but time is relative. There’s just as much time between their kisses as there is between the lies.
Betrayal lasts just as long as time.
Bobby’s seen the marks on St. John’s back. He knows he didn’t put them there. Yes, they’ve engaged in serious physical activity. Yes, there might have been times when they got rough and there were bruises afterwards, but never anything like that. Bobby never gripped St. John around the waist that hard. He prefers to top from the bottom, and he certainly doesn’t bite hard enough to leave teeth marks.
His belief is no match for his eyes.
*
Bobby knows about Logan.
He knows what Johnny did with Logan, and it makes him ache. It makes him wonder why he wasn’t enough, and he can’t be with someone who makes him question himself like this.
Self-esteem is important to Bobby, and he used to be so proud to be with St. John.
He might even have been in love, but it’s a bit late for that now. Now that he knows he’s being cheated. Now that the future does not include JohnnyandBobby.
It’s a terrible shame, and it hurts Bobby more than he can say, but if he’s a believer then this happened for a reason. Even if Bobby has no idea what it is. Pretending never got him anywhere, so he might as well get out of their bed, too.
Then he’ll stumble off to the bathroom, get dressed, go down the kitchen and maybe he’ll have breakfast with whomever’s up. Maybe it will be Jubilee. Maybe Kitty. Maybe Marie. And yes, thinking of Marie makes him think of Logan, but maybe Marie knows. Maybe she’s hurting just as much as he is.
Maybe she's interested in finding something else to believe in too.
A Tragic Affair
Some people believe.
Some people don’t.
Bobby thinks that might be the biggest tragedy of them all: he does still believe, even though he probably shouldn’t.
Of course it wasn’t always like this. They weren’t always like this. Bobby would just like to make that clear from the start.
Most people would say it’s too soon for Bobby to be reminiscing: St. John is still spooned up behind him, blowing little gusts of warm air against the nape of Bobby’s neck. But Bobby’s not an idiot. Young, yes; stupid, no. He can see their ending already, and it makes him feel nostalgic for a better time. Before.
You can’t get an after without a before.
*
In the beginning they were happy. No, not like little girls and boys who dream of whatever, but like friends with benefits. It’s a really stupid phrase but that’s what they were. Are. Again, whatever. That’s not the issue. That’s not what Bobby’s trying to recall. It’s just this:
There was laughter and jokes that went along with the fumbling fingers and stolen moments in closets. Johnny seemed to lurk around every corner, or maybe that was just the way Bobby saw it. He only had eyes for St. John, but he’d like to think that he wasn’t willfully blind. He’d like to think that maybe Johnny cared for him just that little bit. Once upon a time in a mansion far far away.
Maybe it’s Bobby’s fault for even believing that things like that still exist, but after all he’s had to give up he thinks he should at least be allowed to have that illusion.
Somebody has to believe.
*
In the beginning, everything was new. Even though they had been living together for years, sharing the room, wearing each other’s clothing, it wasn’t the same. Nothing was the same as this, them, this thing that they stumbled upon one day. Or one night to be exact.
All those years of sharing beds for comfort: snoring, scratching, being shoved out the bed for hogging too much of the pillow. Everything was such a natural progression, even the way their touches became more tentative, more intimate. And that was good. It was right, as it should have been, and it was welcome and needed.
The first time they kissed Bobby wondered what had taken them so long.
But that was then.
*
‘Then’ is really only last week or last month or perhaps last year, but time is relative. There’s just as much time between their kisses as there is between the lies.
Betrayal lasts just as long as time.
Bobby’s seen the marks on St. John’s back. He knows he didn’t put them there. Yes, they’ve engaged in serious physical activity. Yes, there might have been times when they got rough and there were bruises afterwards, but never anything like that. Bobby never gripped St. John around the waist that hard. He prefers to top from the bottom, and he certainly doesn’t bite hard enough to leave teeth marks.
His belief is no match for his eyes.
*
Bobby knows about Logan.
He knows what Johnny did with Logan, and it makes him ache. It makes him wonder why he wasn’t enough, and he can’t be with someone who makes him question himself like this.
Self-esteem is important to Bobby, and he used to be so proud to be with St. John.
He might even have been in love, but it’s a bit late for that now. Now that he knows he’s being cheated. Now that the future does not include JohnnyandBobby.
It’s a terrible shame, and it hurts Bobby more than he can say, but if he’s a believer then this happened for a reason. Even if Bobby has no idea what it is. Pretending never got him anywhere, so he might as well get out of their bed, too.
Then he’ll stumble off to the bathroom, get dressed, go down the kitchen and maybe he’ll have breakfast with whomever’s up. Maybe it will be Jubilee. Maybe Kitty. Maybe Marie. And yes, thinking of Marie makes him think of Logan, but maybe Marie knows. Maybe she’s hurting just as much as he is.
Maybe she's interested in finding something else to believe in too.
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Now please be a good dealer and keep the smack coming.
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Now please be a good dealer and keep the smack coming.
They are terribly addictive aren't they? Just wait until I start charging. Hey, everybody's gotta make a living.
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I do feel quite bad for him, I must say.
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I tend not to think much of Marie, sorry, I understand she seems to be an enormous fandom favorite but the movie version? Meh.
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Yes, Bobby's very good about doing what has to be done. Poor thing.
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I love your Bobby-voice, although the angst is getting to me. This is really good though. Love it.
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Yes, that's really what struck me the most in the movie: everybody was with the wrong person. It was very irritating.
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Exactly. I mean, Logan/Jean Grey is very icky in a "lets build sexual tension where there is the least chemistry" way and Bobby/Marie gave me the "it's our first relationship and we can already see it crumbling" kind of vibe. But there was one ship I treasure, one that makes me happy and shiny and just plain hot: Johnny/lighter. It's pretty damn perfect if you ask me ;)
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But this was a sweet and sad and realistic BobbyandJohnny, from the beginning to the end, really.
Gods, I love your Bobby and St. John stories like anything. I hope you don't tire of them for a long while yet.
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I work on a day-to-day basis, so one can only hope, but I'm very glad that you're enjoying these.
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*hands kleenex* They've gone and messed me about horribly, it's not my fault. Bobby doesn't want to get laid, St. John's sulking like he's channeling Clark, and I can't take all the stress.
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Keep hope alive, sister!
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Awful, innit? It's like cleaning up after sex. *pauses* Yeah, so...
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er.. how's that
sexweather?*waves up a points card* 10!!!
Brilliant.
So touching and realistic. You have managed once again to give the characters that tinge of ansgt that makes them human and reachable.
You are slowly starting to become one of my favourite writers ever :) I used to write too but now I just don't have enough time :( University life sucks >_<
Keep it up and lets see longer fics with a happy ever after *wink wink, nudge*
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Brilliant.
So touching and realistic. You have managed once again to give the characters that tinge of ansgt that makes them human and reachable.
You are slowly starting to become one of my favourite writers ever :) I used to write too but now I just don't have enough time :( University life sucks >_<
Keep it up and lets see longer fics with a happy ever after *wink wink, nudge*
Oh there are plenty of happy things in my arsenal, but it's important to balance them out I think. Too many sweets are bad for you. Also, university life does not suck, you should be at the pub! (And I'm glad you're enjoying my writing, thank you).
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*sniffles*
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*sniffles*
*sighs* Big woobie, yes. Terribly big woobie.
The Doorframe Envy Society
You're not wordy, which is frankly what draws in. You've stripped the fic down to the bare bones, and this is why it packs a punch. Small yet heavy. To your benefit, you recognise that people probably aren't going to be as interested in the exact shade of the evening sky if there's a half-naked Pyro in the room ;) Which works out for everyone in the end, maybe. I don't know; was it good for you? It was good for me.
Also: humour in slash. I don't usually see it. And if I do, I tend to avoid it because usually it's fluff with its head up its ass. I like your funny slash.
Very good work, all in all.
--Lassiter
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You're not wordy, which is frankly what draws in. You've stripped the fic down to the bare bones, and this is why it packs a punch. Small yet heavy. To your benefit, you recognise that people probably aren't going to be as interested in the exact shade of the evening sky if there's a half-naked Pyro in the room ;) Which works out for everyone in the end, maybe. I don't know; was it good for you? It was good for me.
Also: humour in slash. I don't usually see it. And if I do, I tend to avoid it because usually it's fluff with its head up its ass. I like your funny slash.
Very good work, all in all.
Lassiter, I'm glad that you're enjoying the X2, thank you very much for all your lovely comments. Sadly, I've never been a great one for long stories (One of those things that I envy in other writers) so I try to make do with what I can do, which inevitably draws me to the sarcastic/dark humor side of slash. Again, thank you for all your kind words. All the best.
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*hands kleenex and drugs* I understand your quandry, instinctively I gravitate towards St. John, so for the life of me I can't understand why I keep writing from the Bobby POV. Even when I *try* to wrote the John POV it gets co-opted into Bobby. Feel better!
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I hate how you can reduce me to incoherent wibbling by just one (okay, technically three) words. *sniffles* Johnny! Bobby loves you! Go back to him!
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The first time they kissed Bobby wondered what had taken them so long.
But that was then.
because it flows lyrically and it's got such a wonderful rhythm to it. Your X2 stories are simply gorgeous. I adore them ever so much! :)