I will make sound. I will make poetry, and it will be loud.

Title: 300 Torchwood Drabbles (Set 3)
Pairings/Characters: Any and all pairings, any and all characters
Spoilers/Warnings: Basically, proceed with caution. Lots of spoilers, not many warnings.
Summary: 50 out of my 300 drabbles of either 100, 150, or 200 words. All drabbles are 100 words unless otherwise indicated. Each drabble was inspired by a single word prompt given to me by random followers on Tumblr.

This drabble is based on this video, which is epic.
 

Everyone always remembered the name. Brian Kinney. Kinnetic. But mostly just Brian Kinney. Often people would wonder why he was so good at everything he did, sometimes they would ask him, and he would just raise an eyebrow and give an enigmatic, charismatic answer that just made them love him more. They chalked it up to pure amazing talent.

Justin knew, though. He knew that Brian’s ‘talent’ was made up of many things. Some things he got lucky with, good guesses. Some was learned, a skill. Brian had the strongest willpower of anyone Justin had ever known. Some was pleasure, fucks in the bathroom and stroking egos. Much of it was pushing through pain, struggles, pasts, trauma, aching dramas of the present problems, misery. But mostly, it was just Brian Kinney.

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“Justin…”

“No, you cannot help me! My hand is fine, Brian. Stop hovering and go work on an account or something.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes!”

“I don’t want you to overdo it. We can order in again, if you need to. Pizza, Thai…something.”

“What is your problem?”

“I just want to make sure you’re alright.”

“Why?”

Brian slid his arms around Justin’s body, his right hand covering Justin’s and assisting him in chopping the pepper. “Because it’s more important for you to be able to work on your art later tonight than it is for you to make us dinner.”