50 Manifestos to the Epic Love of Carlos
Standard Disclaimer: Power Rangers do not belong to me, I still own nothing! Really wish I did, though. Yay for sandboxes, insomnia and cooperative muses!!! Now on with the show. :-D
Present
He knew he had to get him something good. It was their first anniversary after all.
"You could buy him a fire extinguisher" came the laughter ridden barb from his supposed help, Ashley.
"Useful, maybe, especially after the tea incident but No. Besides those are strictly birthday presents." Smiling as he quickly moved away from Ashley's swatting arm.
Drunk
Being stuck in a loud club all evening and now carrying Andros home, as he had had too much to drink and fallen asleep in the car had been worth it. If for no other reason than to learn that Andros was nothing if not a friendly, huggable drunk. And that Kai could turn that shade of purple because he was such a friendly huggable drunk.
Power
I saw in him another Zhane. That invisible, intangible power and ability to make me, whether I wanted to or not to interact with them, with him.
Hold (companion
to Command)
His hold was incalculable. He says I command him; that I alone, own all of him heart, body and soul. But I don't think he realizes that he holds all of me too.
Telepathy
There were days when Andros doubted that Carlos didn't have telepathy. Especially when he somehow managed to get everyone on board to leave him alone; all just because Andros really didn't feel like being bothered.
Blur (companion
to Goodbye & Ghost)
He lived his days in a blur. One of sound but no words. One of people but no faces. One of various locations but no places. He, himself, to merely a blur. A broken, vague, and distorted image of the fierce red ranger he used to be.
Sudden
It
always was. The world suspended for just a moment before all the
emotions, bottled up inside, came rushing to the surface in a wave of
colors and sensations, spilling out with a gasp as he came.
Home
"My home is with you guys"
He had told them that. But that was only partially true, because even though everyone else was on board ship, Carlos wasn't. And for that reason it didn't feel like home right now.
Never
"Stop it," Andros called out with laughter in his voice, trying to defend against the multiple barrage attack of feather down pillows being pelted in his direction.
"No, never!" Carlos picked up yet another discarded pillow to throw.
"Fine, this means war" and with loud caveman like shout he tackles Carlos back on to their bed and pelts him relentlessly with the very same pillow.
Book
He was sore and his body ached. It really ached. So much so that he ached in muscles he didn't even know he could actually get aches and pains in. It was that damn book's fault. Well it and Karone who gave it to "them" more so Andros as an anniversary present. Not to mention Andros who though it would be a good idea to put her "present" to use.
'Kinky fucking bastard. Fucking book of tantric sex.' That thought mixed with others more violent flitted through Carlos's head as it collapsed back against the mattress
Fear
He had fought all alone for two whole years before the others joined him and took up the other morphers. He could face down the monster of the day and not break a sweat. He could fight one on one against Ecliptor and hold his own. But he couldn't ask Carlos on date.
"I am such a wuss"
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