Hi to the three people who read this…This is dedicated to Onyx Angel Eyre, and Lady Starlight So Kiss My Ass, because they are amazing, and I can.
This is a very Mark-centric set, but what can I say? I love my pasty, blonde jew boys. And their scarves.
Hours
Pairing- Oddly enough, it's all friendship
Mark Cohen was shocked by the difference a few hours could make. A few hours ago, he was a college student. A few hours ago, he had a bright future. A few hours ago, his parents were still proud. A few hours ago, he had been a good Jewish boy. Now, a few hours later, he was sitting in a loft, being offered pot by a self-styled anarchist and genius, and cursing the world, and Roger who wouldn't stop touching his camera. And no, he didn't find Roger's jokes about other, more private places he could have been touching funny.
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Days
Pairing- Roger/Mimi, Mark/Roger onesided
Mark Cohen was shocked by the difference a few days could make. He had finally found his misplaced balls, and prepared to tell Roger everything. He even had a loose plan. Maureen's riot, dinner at Life, and then, everyone leaves to go to their own homes, and Mark and Roger go back to the loft. Once there, he would pour his heart out to Roger, and they make sweet, sweet, lovin' until dawn. But now, he was kept awake by Roger and Mimi, now all he wanted was for them to shut the hell up, so he could get sleep.
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Weeks
Paring- Mark /Roger if you squint and cock your head
Mark Cohen was shocked by the difference a few weeks could make. He had just started to consider himself doing 'okay' since the person whose name he refused to mention moved to Santa Fe. But he had a job, which is more than he could say about he-who-must-not –be-named. He could finally stock those cabinets that had been dusty and empty since, well, as long as Mark could remember. But he kept hearing Rog- Angel's voice…There it was, everywhere he went, mocking him for giving in and finally selling out. Perhaps he wasn't doing quite as well as he thought.
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Months
Pairing- Finally a real, genuine, Mark/Roger
Mark Cohen was shocked at the difference a few months could make. Mimi was gone. Not a proper gone, like Angel, but more like a Benny type of gone. Just one day, she didn't come home. They looked. They honestly looked for her, but it didn't matter. She either couldn't or didn't want to be found. For a while, Roger was inconsolable, but that was to be expected. What wasn't to be expected was that when Mark was fed up with his moping, he shoved Roger against a wall, and kissed him hard. And that was when Roger finally smiled.
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Years
Pairing- Mark/Roger…Angst alert boys and girls…
Mark Cohen was too damn tired to be shocked any more. He it had been too long since they had all been in the same place. Mark certainly didn't recognize them anymore. The little boho family grew up. Joanne was the only one who looked the same, but Mark figured that she was the only one who had been an adult all along.
They paid lip service, but seemed uncomfortable at the witness finally showing emotion. After they left the cemetery, he fell to his knees and sobbed in front of the cold gray stone, marking his love's final resting place.
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If there is any person so anal retentive to as to count the words, yes the last one went one word over, but I couldn't find a word to cut, so I decided not to care…I'm just a bit annoyed at the hundred word rule. I wanted to have a description of Maureen and Collins, but such is the way of the drabble.
Other than the last one, I tried to have a few more little jokes, because, despite the fandom, I wanted to chill with the angst. I know that it is necessary at times, but I am much better at humor that tears, sadness, and emo-ness.
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