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perfectactorTitle: 5 unedited short-songfics
Author: Richian
Rating: G to R (-for 'Strip It Down (live)')
Pairing: Nicky/Richey, with James thrown in as a member of the cast twice
Warnings: These were 5 minute shortfics so they're obviously going to be fragmented and I'm not sure they had merit to begin with.
1. Émigré
James looked at the crumpled note in his hand; the one Richey gave him only a little while before leaving.
If there was just something, anything, I could have done – I would have – he thinks. But I did everything I could, so there's no point in dwelling on it.
He passes through the same views on the way to the studio every day, with a semblance of a melody in his mind. He doesn't know the words yet, but he knows who and what it'll be about.
2. Strip It Down (live)
That fucking reverb noise, and then it dwindles down. As if enchanted, Nicky and Richey stare at each other dangerously, Richey only slightly nodding his head before turning and moving down to stare at his effect pedals. James is caught in this exchange, right between the two of them, seemingly oblivious, but perhaps he'd had a flash of recognition for a few seconds. One glance, one head movement, enough to sip into his mind and give him some kind of telling on what goes on behind their gazes and through their unreadable expressions. Later that night he'd find himself caught between the two again, and they'd be looking each other differently – more flushed, more sated, and one of them will be naked from the waist down. And just as before, they'd be too preoccupied with each other to imagine what James is thinking.
3. Sorrow 16
It's a warm – but not too warm to be outside – spring day, and Nicholas Jones and Richard Edwards had just gone out on and holiday from school. Richey's glad he's brought sunglasses with him in foresight, and with his trendy haircut and jet black hair, not to mention admirable slimness, he is looking not unlike young Johnny Marr at the moment. So effing cool – especially in one bloke from the year beneath him's eyes. Nick's hair is getting long, and Rich is reaching a hand to brush back some blond locks from weary eyes, attempting to tuft it up a bit.
4. Yes
So many questions; He used to have all the answers, didn't he? Enough, James thinks to himself, don't think about it too much, do you want to go insane also? Like him?
The shift from lyric to melody always transcends James into a different state where those thoughts don't exist and he can look at things with cold objectivity. There lies composure, control – a clean state, if you want to call it that, but the aggression is brewing from under the surface, giving his work its density and texture.
He wants to help his friend, but he knows help should come from within, and the pills are making it hard to talk to him, and hospitals are for the sick and dying, and for a moment James thinks – perhaps selfishly - that he needs him, he needs him to alive, as do Sean and Nicky. The new songs are brilliant, but it doesn't seem right that he'll quit now.
5. Born A Girl
He wraps the silken deep blue sheet around himself a like a long velvety dress, completely naked underneath. He's not sure if he should let go at first because he feels safe inside it. He doesn't know how to explain the feeling exactly, and he asks himself rhetorically at the same time why should he have to explain it at all, he's always regarded his own body and self-image as a sacred private territory.
Author: Richian
Rating: G to R (-for 'Strip It Down (live)')
Pairing: Nicky/Richey, with James thrown in as a member of the cast twice
Warnings: These were 5 minute shortfics so they're obviously going to be fragmented and I'm not sure they had merit to begin with.
1. Émigré
James looked at the crumpled note in his hand; the one Richey gave him only a little while before leaving.
If there was just something, anything, I could have done – I would have – he thinks. But I did everything I could, so there's no point in dwelling on it.
He passes through the same views on the way to the studio every day, with a semblance of a melody in his mind. He doesn't know the words yet, but he knows who and what it'll be about.
2. Strip It Down (live)
That fucking reverb noise, and then it dwindles down. As if enchanted, Nicky and Richey stare at each other dangerously, Richey only slightly nodding his head before turning and moving down to stare at his effect pedals. James is caught in this exchange, right between the two of them, seemingly oblivious, but perhaps he'd had a flash of recognition for a few seconds. One glance, one head movement, enough to sip into his mind and give him some kind of telling on what goes on behind their gazes and through their unreadable expressions. Later that night he'd find himself caught between the two again, and they'd be looking each other differently – more flushed, more sated, and one of them will be naked from the waist down. And just as before, they'd be too preoccupied with each other to imagine what James is thinking.
3. Sorrow 16
It's a warm – but not too warm to be outside – spring day, and Nicholas Jones and Richard Edwards had just gone out on and holiday from school. Richey's glad he's brought sunglasses with him in foresight, and with his trendy haircut and jet black hair, not to mention admirable slimness, he is looking not unlike young Johnny Marr at the moment. So effing cool – especially in one bloke from the year beneath him's eyes. Nick's hair is getting long, and Rich is reaching a hand to brush back some blond locks from weary eyes, attempting to tuft it up a bit.
4. Yes
So many questions; He used to have all the answers, didn't he? Enough, James thinks to himself, don't think about it too much, do you want to go insane also? Like him?
The shift from lyric to melody always transcends James into a different state where those thoughts don't exist and he can look at things with cold objectivity. There lies composure, control – a clean state, if you want to call it that, but the aggression is brewing from under the surface, giving his work its density and texture.
He wants to help his friend, but he knows help should come from within, and the pills are making it hard to talk to him, and hospitals are for the sick and dying, and for a moment James thinks – perhaps selfishly - that he needs him, he needs him to alive, as do Sean and Nicky. The new songs are brilliant, but it doesn't seem right that he'll quit now.
5. Born A Girl
He wraps the silken deep blue sheet around himself a like a long velvety dress, completely naked underneath. He's not sure if he should let go at first because he feels safe inside it. He doesn't know how to explain the feeling exactly, and he asks himself rhetorically at the same time why should he have to explain it at all, he's always regarded his own body and self-image as a sacred private territory.
