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dethoratsTitle: Heightened
Rating: Charles/Pickles
Pairing: PG
Word Count: 631
Pickles doesn’t admit it very often, but being short really pisses him off if he thinks about it. Then again most things piss him off if he thinks about them and that’s why he drinks. A lot. And does a decent fraction of those drugs. Thinking and being pissed off and having an Irish temper means arrests for disorderly and assault and other things that, now at least, won’t affect him but certain habits die hard. At least Seth was as short as he was, not that that was any consolation.
The worst part about being short is the way people like to peer down their noses at him. Talk down to him too, as if his lower stature means he’s got lesser intelligence. And, once again, yeah, he drinks a lot. Drunks aren’t known for being geniuses. And he likes to think he’s a disgustingly functional alcoholic, which should say something about the state of his brain when it’s NOT soaked in liquor. In any event, he’s always getting stared down and when he complains about it to his stupidly tall band mates, especially the damn Scandinavians who may as well be basketball players except that Skwisgaar is too lazy and Toki has never gotten the hang of jump shots, they just laugh and say that’s just how it is. There’s only one way to look at him and that’s to look down.
Charles is the absolute most bastardly at it, because he gets to not only peer down his nose but can throw in the over-the-rim glasses glare too. That particular look, scolding, disapproving, disappointed, resigned, whatever, makes the drummer hot under the collar. He has to toss off an insult and make a break for it, find some bottle of firewater or something to smoke or snort just so he doesn’t take a hold of the man by his neatly pressed lapels and shake him. Chuck condescends to them all the time and Pickles knows it, thinks it’s funny most of the few times he’s sober, doesn’t know any better when he’s wasted. But once in a while, mind unfogged and clarity letting him see a side of the situation the manager doesn’t, he comes SO close to punching that smirking face…
Being short is a pain in the ass and it pisses him off but at least it means he’s easier to carry to his room once he’s intoxicated himself to the point of being unable to stand. The Mordland employees have a much harder time with everyone else, especially Nathan, and he’s always the first to be put to bed. And it does mean he can hide in places the rest of his band mates can’t when they get up to their games of hide and go seek. And he fits snugly on the couch or on the back seat of any vehicle, napping away while the rest of Dethklok tosses and turns.
Then there is that one other benefit. People have to come to HIM, move down to his level, for a kiss and they get all the neck cramps. Or, more often, he gets boosted into a comfortable lap. Best of all is Chuck’s habit of cupping his ass and lifting him up, keeping him on tiptoe without him having to worry about balance or anything like that. The occasional squeezes and gropes certainly don’t take anything away from the experience either. And he gets cuddled, even though that’s not really metal, which he will deny liking but secretly craves from time to time. So being short is a pain and a bitch but, really, he probably wouldn’t grow any taller if he could. After all, he tops Seth by ¼ of an inch and in the long run, that’s all that really matters.
Rating: Charles/Pickles
Pairing: PG
Word Count: 631
Pickles doesn’t admit it very often, but being short really pisses him off if he thinks about it. Then again most things piss him off if he thinks about them and that’s why he drinks. A lot. And does a decent fraction of those drugs. Thinking and being pissed off and having an Irish temper means arrests for disorderly and assault and other things that, now at least, won’t affect him but certain habits die hard. At least Seth was as short as he was, not that that was any consolation.
The worst part about being short is the way people like to peer down their noses at him. Talk down to him too, as if his lower stature means he’s got lesser intelligence. And, once again, yeah, he drinks a lot. Drunks aren’t known for being geniuses. And he likes to think he’s a disgustingly functional alcoholic, which should say something about the state of his brain when it’s NOT soaked in liquor. In any event, he’s always getting stared down and when he complains about it to his stupidly tall band mates, especially the damn Scandinavians who may as well be basketball players except that Skwisgaar is too lazy and Toki has never gotten the hang of jump shots, they just laugh and say that’s just how it is. There’s only one way to look at him and that’s to look down.
Charles is the absolute most bastardly at it, because he gets to not only peer down his nose but can throw in the over-the-rim glasses glare too. That particular look, scolding, disapproving, disappointed, resigned, whatever, makes the drummer hot under the collar. He has to toss off an insult and make a break for it, find some bottle of firewater or something to smoke or snort just so he doesn’t take a hold of the man by his neatly pressed lapels and shake him. Chuck condescends to them all the time and Pickles knows it, thinks it’s funny most of the few times he’s sober, doesn’t know any better when he’s wasted. But once in a while, mind unfogged and clarity letting him see a side of the situation the manager doesn’t, he comes SO close to punching that smirking face…
Being short is a pain in the ass and it pisses him off but at least it means he’s easier to carry to his room once he’s intoxicated himself to the point of being unable to stand. The Mordland employees have a much harder time with everyone else, especially Nathan, and he’s always the first to be put to bed. And it does mean he can hide in places the rest of his band mates can’t when they get up to their games of hide and go seek. And he fits snugly on the couch or on the back seat of any vehicle, napping away while the rest of Dethklok tosses and turns.
Then there is that one other benefit. People have to come to HIM, move down to his level, for a kiss and they get all the neck cramps. Or, more often, he gets boosted into a comfortable lap. Best of all is Chuck’s habit of cupping his ass and lifting him up, keeping him on tiptoe without him having to worry about balance or anything like that. The occasional squeezes and gropes certainly don’t take anything away from the experience either. And he gets cuddled, even though that’s not really metal, which he will deny liking but secretly craves from time to time. So being short is a pain and a bitch but, really, he probably wouldn’t grow any taller if he could. After all, he tops Seth by ¼ of an inch and in the long run, that’s all that really matters.
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Date: 2007-12-17 07:28 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-12-18 12:10 am (UTC)Hey, I liked this one--and it's not like I didn't grievously abuse the word, either, because when I read "heightened" the first thing I thought was "arousal!". XD