Above The Clouds

[ooc: Apparently this is tracing the origins of Charles' character from this three-year old fic. IDEK anymore. *throws hands up*]

Andrew stumbled across the dewy ground awkwardly, Charles attempting to lead the way. Andrew knew the ground was dewy as the hems of his trousers were getting wet. As were his socks. If he hadn't been blindfolded, he felt he might not have bumped into quite so many wet things.

"Where are we going? I feel like we've walked a mile already," Andrew whined.

Charles looked back at him, grinning broadly. "Not long now, I promise. It's a surprise, remember?"

( In which, a masque ball and Charles being adorable )
Muses: Charles Firth and Andrew Hansen
Fandom: The Chaser RPS
Word Count: 1303
Disclaimer: Not true in any way, shape or form.

Sometimes, Andrew laughed. It was a deeply cynical laugh, full of arrogance and pain. He could convince himself he was better than everyone, and for a while, he believed it. No one could beat his talent. If he'd been playing video games too much, he sometimes imagined shooting fireballs at anyone who angered him. He was a lord amongst mortals, able to crush, kill and destroy anyone who got in his way.

Except it just made him bitter. Every time he tried to talk himself up, to convince himself he was better than everyone, he knew it was all lies. He would never have that sort of power. He laughed until he cried, the futility of it all pressing him into the ground. Charles could only watch helplessly, unable to find a way to save him.

Muses: Charles Firth and Andrew Hansen
Fandom: The Chaser RPS
Word Count: 136
Disclaimer: Not true in any way, shape or form.

( In which Andrew and Charles are ridiculously literal )

Muses: Andrew Hansen and Charles Firth
Fandom: The Chaser RPS AU
Word Count: 254
Disclaimer: Not true in any way, shape or form. The game they're playing is totally made up, as far as I can discern.

( Andrew discusses his music )

Muses: Charles Firth and Andrew Hansen
Fandom: The Chaser RPF/uni-era AU
Word Count: 250
Disclaimer: Not true in any way, shape or form.

( In which Andrew talks about his parents, and his teenage years )

Muses: Charles Firth and Andrew Hansen
Fandom: The Chaser RPS
Word Count: 236
Disclaimer: Not true in any way, shape, or form.
Warnings: Talk of depression

"The great art of life is sensation, to feel that we exist, even in pain." -- Lord Byron

Sometimes, that's all I want. I just want to feel again, feel anything at all. Charles can hold me all he wants, but sometimes I don't even feel him, and it scares me and all I do is cry and wish I was normal again. Normal. That I could just feel something, anything, even if all I can feel is pain. Right now, all I can feel is numbness, which is nothing at all.

Craig thought I would write a lot about this one, but I ... I can't. I just can't. The words won't come anymore. I'm sorry.

Andrew

Muses: Charles Firth and Andrew Hansen
Fandom: The Chaser RPS (uni-era)
Disclaimer: Not true in any way, shape or form.
Word count: 100 (excl. quote)
Prompt: Week 6 - Byron quote

[cross-posted from musing_way ]

[Charles Firth, a slender ginger lad with delusions of grandeur, looks over at Andrew Hansen, an equally slender lad with shoulder-length brown hair who's sitting on the floor, playing Super Mario Bros. on a NES. Andrew is nothing if not tragically nerdy. Charles likes to pretend he's not. Craig Reucassel lounges majestically nearby, watching the proceedings with interest.]

"You dead yet, Hansen?" Charles enquires, glancing at him from the couch..

[Andrew ignores him and continues playing, concentrating on not dying as he tries to conquer the level.]

"Well, I'm Charles, at any rate." [Charles gestures at Andrew.] "That's Andrew. World's greatest social butterfly, as you can see."

[Charles kneels down behind him and hugs him, distracting him with a soft kiss to the back of the neck to ensure that Mario meets a terrible demise at the hands of a Goomba. Andrew sighs in irritation and lets the controller fall from his hands.]

"You do know that was my last life, yeah?" 

[Charles ruffles his hair.] "I was hoping it might be. Come on, you can't sit in here and play that all day. Don't you have things to do? You know, like that thesis you're supposed to be writing? You could at least say hello to all these nice people."

[Andrew gives in and switches the game off. His thesis was the last thing he was thinking about, and had a mind to ignore it as long as possible.] "Um, yeah, hi. I'm Andrew. We kinda know Craig, just a little. You know, that guy with the wings. He didn't have wings last time I saw him, though."

[Craig interjects.] "It's because I'm more awesome than you, Andrew."

[Charles rolls his eyes at Craig's comment.] "Ignore him, Hansen. He's just jealous he didn't think to bring anyone with him. We're just uni students, if you're interested, though admittedly not much study gets done, as you can see."

[The messy state of said lounge room and the lack of textbooks does seem to suggest as much. Charles, nevertheless, smiles proudly at the house he lives in with his best mate, even if it is a pigsty. There aren't many downsides to student life. Well, apart from all the study.]

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Muses: Charles Firth and Andrew Hansen
Fandom: The Chaser RPS - university!era/pre-Chaser
Disclaimer: Charles and Andrew might be real, but this is entirely fictional.