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mouse-mistress.livejournal.com) wrote in fellowshippers2005-07-11 12:44 am
A bit of Karl/Craig ...
This doesn't fall under the same arc as my other Karl/Craig fic, but it's been haunting me for several months now and I finally sat down and did something with it. The pic that inspired this little story is also posted behind the cut.
Title: Angel (yeah, I know...not real original!)
Author: Edgespet
Pairing: Karl/Craig...sort of
Rating: PG
Summary: Craig is an angel falling in love with a mortal man.
A/N: I will be the first to admit that this is by no means an original concept, but I couldn't resist playing around with the idea just a bit. I also have no idea if I can/want/would even know how to continue it from here. We'll see. Very, very special thanks to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
soultoad and all the other lovely ladies over at ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
craig_daily for finding this pic for me again. I have no idea who did the manip originally, but it's one of the most beautiful things I've ever seen. If it's yours, or you know who it belongs to, pleasepleaseplease let me know so I can credit, thank and worship them!! Not betaed, so all mistakes are my own.
X-posted all over Hell & half of Georgia.
You know watching them is forbidden?" The voice in Craig's ear was gentle - questioning, not rebuking.
Eyes never leaving the sleeping figure in front of him, Craig answered softly, "Yes ... "
"But...?"
"But I can't help it. Look at him, Ian. He's beautiful beyond words, but so sad, so lonely. I want to comfort him, touch him, make it better..."
Ian's eyes shifted from the man on the bed to the beautiful creature standing beside him, his gaze a mixture on concern and sympathy. "Craig, do you know why watching is forbidden?"
"To protect us. To keep us from falling in love with mortals we can never have."
"Partly,yes, but there's more to it than that. It's to protect them as well. Some of them can sense us, sometimes even see us, even without a Touch. The more time you spend watching a mortal, the more likely it becomes that he will become aware of your presence. It becomes dangerous, Craig. Dangerous to him." Ian looked down again at the raven-haired man, sadness filling his eyes. "It's too easy to break his heart ... you can give him a taste but nothing more. You'll never be able to give yourself to him completely."
"But ... " Craig sighed and shook his head resignedly. " You're right, of course. And I do know that. I really do. But he needs me, Ian."
The two stood in silence for several minutes watching the young man. He grew restless and his brow furrowed as he began to toss around on the bed.
"Shhh, my love..." Craig's whisper was so quiet it was no more than just a breath, but the sleeping man seemed to calm instantly, drifting back into a deep, peaceful sleep again.
Ian frowned and looked up sharply at his companion. "Have you Touched him, Craig? Tell me the truth. Have you made him aware of your presence?"
"I haven't , Ian. I swear I've never Touched him. He doesn't know I'm here. All he knows is that sometimes the nightmares go away, replaced with dreams of peace and comfort. He has no idea why."
"It's already too late, Craig. You know that, don't you? He can already sense you, even if he doesn't know what it is he's sensing. If you continue to watch him, he will eventually become aware of you. You must let him go, for his sake if not for your own."
Even as he spoke the words, Ian knew that the beautiful, foolhardy angel beside him would not give in. This mortal man meant too much to him and Craig would follow this path to the end, even if it meant to his own destruction.
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Karl sighed deeply as he stepped out of the shower and began towelling off. He knew he really had no right to feel like he did. Thousands of young men would give anything to be where he was today. He had finally "made it". He was an international movie star, finally able to pick and choose which roles he wanted based on their merit rather than how much they paid. He could have any woman he wanted and practically any man he wanted. He really was living his childhood dream. Unfortunately, no one had bothered to tell him how much achieving that dream would cost him.
Karl often wondered if someone had slipped a Faustian-like contract in among the other thousands of papers he signed his name to on a daily basis. Yes, he finally had everything, but he felt nothing. He was empty inside. Over the past year and a half he had tried everything he possibly could to try to put an end to the emptiness ... men, women, drugs, booze, working obssessively ... anything that might make him feel something again. Unfortunately, nothing had worked. He eventually gave up the sex & drugs & rock-n-roll lifestyle ... not only did it not help, it was too expensive.
Then, about four months ago, the nightmares had started. At first, it had just been once every couple weeks, but as time went on, they became more and more frequent until now they were happening nightly. And always the same dream ... it started with voices, thousands upon thousands of voices all calling his name, always needing something, anything, always taking whatever he had to give them then taking more. After the voices came the hands...reaching out to him, pulling him myriad different ways...his body felt insubstantial, almost like cotton candy...each hand that touched him pulled away a part of him ... he could feel himself shrinking, being literally pulled apart by these demanding, insistent voices and hands. The harder he struggled to escape, the more they took of him until finally there was no more to give...he was simply gone. Night after night, Karl awakened, sweat-soaked and shaking, frantically patting his body to make sure it was still there.
Karl sighed again and shook his head. Pulling on his boxers, he walked into the bedroom and laid down. He knew that he had to try to sleep. Maybe the nightmares wouldn't be quite so bad this time. The last couple nights they had seemed to ease up just a tiny bit. He wasn't sure why, because as far as he could remember, the content of the dreams was still the same. Nonetheless, he had awakened both mornings feeling more rested than he had in months. Maybe he was just getting used to them. But, no ... that didn't seem right either. As Karl turned out the light, his tired mind realized that there had been a new presence in his dreams the last two nights ... something safe and comforting ... a new, gentle voice whispering softly in his ear, so softly he hadn't even realized it until now ... a voice promising to love him and protect him from all harms ... yes, that voice ... Karl drifted off to sleep feeling safe and happy for the first time in a very, very long time.
Of course, the nightmare did come back, but then this one changed. Karl had only just begun struggling -fighting against the hands reaching out for him - when he heard the Voice again, "Shhhh, my love ..." and the nightmare melted away just as suddenly as it had begun. Karl sank back into a deep, restful sleep, his last conscious thought asking what he now wanted desperately to know ... Who are you?
Title: Angel (yeah, I know...not real original!)
Author: Edgespet
Pairing: Karl/Craig...sort of
Rating: PG
Summary: Craig is an angel falling in love with a mortal man.
A/N: I will be the first to admit that this is by no means an original concept, but I couldn't resist playing around with the idea just a bit. I also have no idea if I can/want/would even know how to continue it from here. We'll see. Very, very special thanks to
soultoad and all the other lovely ladies over at craig_daily for finding this pic for me again. I have no idea who did the manip originally, but it's one of the most beautiful things I've ever seen. If it's yours, or you know who it belongs to, pleasepleaseplease let me know so I can credit, thank and worship them!! Not betaed, so all mistakes are my own.X-posted all over Hell & half of Georgia.
You know watching them is forbidden?" The voice in Craig's ear was gentle - questioning, not rebuking.
Eyes never leaving the sleeping figure in front of him, Craig answered softly, "Yes ... "
"But...?"
"But I can't help it. Look at him, Ian. He's beautiful beyond words, but so sad, so lonely. I want to comfort him, touch him, make it better..."
Ian's eyes shifted from the man on the bed to the beautiful creature standing beside him, his gaze a mixture on concern and sympathy. "Craig, do you know why watching is forbidden?"
"To protect us. To keep us from falling in love with mortals we can never have."
"Partly,yes, but there's more to it than that. It's to protect them as well. Some of them can sense us, sometimes even see us, even without a Touch. The more time you spend watching a mortal, the more likely it becomes that he will become aware of your presence. It becomes dangerous, Craig. Dangerous to him." Ian looked down again at the raven-haired man, sadness filling his eyes. "It's too easy to break his heart ... you can give him a taste but nothing more. You'll never be able to give yourself to him completely."
"But ... " Craig sighed and shook his head resignedly. " You're right, of course. And I do know that. I really do. But he needs me, Ian."
The two stood in silence for several minutes watching the young man. He grew restless and his brow furrowed as he began to toss around on the bed.
"Shhh, my love..." Craig's whisper was so quiet it was no more than just a breath, but the sleeping man seemed to calm instantly, drifting back into a deep, peaceful sleep again.
Ian frowned and looked up sharply at his companion. "Have you Touched him, Craig? Tell me the truth. Have you made him aware of your presence?"
"I haven't , Ian. I swear I've never Touched him. He doesn't know I'm here. All he knows is that sometimes the nightmares go away, replaced with dreams of peace and comfort. He has no idea why."
"It's already too late, Craig. You know that, don't you? He can already sense you, even if he doesn't know what it is he's sensing. If you continue to watch him, he will eventually become aware of you. You must let him go, for his sake if not for your own."
Even as he spoke the words, Ian knew that the beautiful, foolhardy angel beside him would not give in. This mortal man meant too much to him and Craig would follow this path to the end, even if it meant to his own destruction.
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Karl sighed deeply as he stepped out of the shower and began towelling off. He knew he really had no right to feel like he did. Thousands of young men would give anything to be where he was today. He had finally "made it". He was an international movie star, finally able to pick and choose which roles he wanted based on their merit rather than how much they paid. He could have any woman he wanted and practically any man he wanted. He really was living his childhood dream. Unfortunately, no one had bothered to tell him how much achieving that dream would cost him.
Karl often wondered if someone had slipped a Faustian-like contract in among the other thousands of papers he signed his name to on a daily basis. Yes, he finally had everything, but he felt nothing. He was empty inside. Over the past year and a half he had tried everything he possibly could to try to put an end to the emptiness ... men, women, drugs, booze, working obssessively ... anything that might make him feel something again. Unfortunately, nothing had worked. He eventually gave up the sex & drugs & rock-n-roll lifestyle ... not only did it not help, it was too expensive.
Then, about four months ago, the nightmares had started. At first, it had just been once every couple weeks, but as time went on, they became more and more frequent until now they were happening nightly. And always the same dream ... it started with voices, thousands upon thousands of voices all calling his name, always needing something, anything, always taking whatever he had to give them then taking more. After the voices came the hands...reaching out to him, pulling him myriad different ways...his body felt insubstantial, almost like cotton candy...each hand that touched him pulled away a part of him ... he could feel himself shrinking, being literally pulled apart by these demanding, insistent voices and hands. The harder he struggled to escape, the more they took of him until finally there was no more to give...he was simply gone. Night after night, Karl awakened, sweat-soaked and shaking, frantically patting his body to make sure it was still there.
Karl sighed again and shook his head. Pulling on his boxers, he walked into the bedroom and laid down. He knew that he had to try to sleep. Maybe the nightmares wouldn't be quite so bad this time. The last couple nights they had seemed to ease up just a tiny bit. He wasn't sure why, because as far as he could remember, the content of the dreams was still the same. Nonetheless, he had awakened both mornings feeling more rested than he had in months. Maybe he was just getting used to them. But, no ... that didn't seem right either. As Karl turned out the light, his tired mind realized that there had been a new presence in his dreams the last two nights ... something safe and comforting ... a new, gentle voice whispering softly in his ear, so softly he hadn't even realized it until now ... a voice promising to love him and protect him from all harms ... yes, that voice ... Karl drifted off to sleep feeling safe and happy for the first time in a very, very long time.
Of course, the nightmare did come back, but then this one changed. Karl had only just begun struggling -fighting against the hands reaching out for him - when he heard the Voice again, "Shhhh, my love ..." and the nightmare melted away just as suddenly as it had begun. Karl sank back into a deep, restful sleep, his last conscious thought asking what he now wanted desperately to know ... Who are you?
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Gorgeous story and a very unique and interesting idea... and I never real Karl/Craig so... thanks! ♥
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And what a great thing for me to find! I'm really liking this story... don't often read a lot of Craig, but I'm enjoying him in this (I do think he makes an excellent angel) and anything with Karl I'm almost guarranteed to love. Keep up the good work! Can't wait for more.