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Sonny/Sonny?
Date: 2011-08-03 10:11 am (UTC)Depends on you. All I want is smut or fluff. OR BOTH.
Re: Sonny/Sonny?
Date: 2011-08-04 04:23 am (UTC)Sonny 1/2
Date: 2011-08-05 08:12 am (UTC)However, that's where it stopped. The first few months, he'd been like a frickin' creativity geyser, spouting ideas left, right, and center. The music flowed. It felt right. Now nothing his computer spat back at him sounded like music. His voice squeaked, slid off the pitches. Sonny Moore had ground to a halt.
If he couldn't sing, then, he could scream. With his hands balled into fists, desperately gripping the comforter, he shrieked wordlessly into the muted folds of his bedsheets. Catharsis. His throat grew raw. His voice cracked and keened. He was losing his chances at playing a live set for a month, and it felt just fine. With a deep sigh, he lay flat on the bed.
Re: Sonny 2/2
Date: 2011-08-05 08:17 am (UTC)He felt a hand in his hair. An arm wrapped tightly around his chest. He leaned back, eyes shut tight, thinking first and only of how much he needed that right now. It was fine. Somebody had heard him screaming. Somebody, certainly, inside his head; he'd bolted the door. It was a rough part of L.A.
"Woah," a voice near his ear mumbled. "Hey, man, it's okay. Calm down."
Sonny scoffed quietly, wringing his hands. "What do you know? How're you so positive it's okay?"
"'Cause I know," he began, grin evident in his voice, "that you keep going. And because you keep going, you get better. And because you get better, you get noticed." He ruffled Sonny's hair affectionately.
"No, man, I've already been famous." Sonny tensed, his voice tight. "I don't need it again; that's not what I'm looking for."
"Yeah," he lilted. "But that's what you get. And, more importantly, friends. You, mi amigo, are going to have the tightest bunch, I swear. Boys wth the best of dogs."
Sonny shifted lower, placing more weight against his imaginary companion. "Liar."
"No, man, truth...er. Well, it's the truth in my timeline, but I've watched this one, and it comes out pretty much the same. Really."
With a sudden jerk, Sonny launched himself from the other man's lap, whipping around to face him. The stranger was lopsided, features exaggerated with coke-bottle glasses and a dramatic haircut. The snakebites were gone. Sonny's snakebites were gone.
"Thought you'd've recognized the voice, to be honest."
Sonny stared. "You're...not."
"I am." He lit a cigarette and, with the same hand, pushed a stray lock of hair back behind his ear. "Got kicked out of my timeline due to some...hekka-weird stuff that I probably can't tell you about, but trust me, it was off-the-charts crazy. Oh, yeah, and my name is Skrillex now."
Man, that username was ancient. Prehistoric. Hadn't heard it spoken aloud in years. "And you're--wait, so, have you got, like, another band?"
"Solo all the way." He grinned widely. "My guys help me out sometimes, though. Lay down the beats while I sing 'n' stuff."
"'Lay down the beats?'" Sonny raised an eyebrow.
Skrillex's head drooped with a chuckle. He nudged his glasses back into place. "Yeah, that's a thing we say in the future. I say. You will say. Whatever, tenses are overrated, right?"
"Wait." Sonny glanced down, half-grinning. "So out of any time in the world, like, any place in the world, you wound up here."
"I--you needed it, man. And when a friend needs to talk things out, I'm there to talk. Chivalry or something. Bro code. Man plan." His hand started toward his hair, but it was cut off by a sudden, tight embrace. Skrillex looked down; Sonny's face was pressed to his ragged t-shirt.
"Yeah," he heard the boy mumble. "Best of dogs."
Re: Sonny 2/2
Date: 2011-08-05 10:19 am (UTC)Re: Sonny 2/2
Date: 2011-08-06 04:21 am (UTC)Re: Sonny 2/2
Date: 2011-08-05 07:52 pm (UTC)Re: Sonny 2/2
Date: 2011-08-06 04:23 am (UTC)Re: Sonny 2/2
Date: 2011-08-06 03:19 pm (UTC)DAMNIT YOU ARE SO AWESOME. *salute*
Re: Sonny 2/2
Date: 2011-08-08 04:36 am (UTC)(Sonny/Sonny is most definitely my crack OTP, so thank you very, very much for the prompt.)
Re: Sonny 2/2
Date: 2011-08-06 03:20 pm (UTC)DAMN IT YOU ARE SO AWESOME. *salute*