The second third of Left is here. It is Rhys - Jack talk. Angst intensifies.
And, it has 666 words. Not intentional, I swear....
Rhy… mores is appointed to the OS tests. He sits in front of an old computer. He is completely devastated. Fiona hates him.
Why does he feel like they broke up? It is not as if they had something. Well, in fact, maybe they had. She probably wanted him to verify what happened that night with words, confessions, promises... He did nothing. He was too unsure, too weak, unprepared for a serious relationship. And now she left him.
Rhys runs his fingers through his hair. The situation is really slipping off his grasp.
"Why is it so damn difficult?" He mutters to himself, unable to resume his typing. "What am I going to do..." He sighs painfully.
"Do not say you weren't warned, kiddo. Weird, told ya." Jack chides him, sitting on the table next to the monitor.
Rhys looks up, frowning, lips set in a hard line.… [view original content]
Here's a little bit from the fic I'm working on for Lottii-Lu! (I know you have a tag, but I don't know what it is.)
She's probably the m… moreost interested in what's going to happen later, but there has to be some buildup to it, right?
Anyway, enjoy! See you guys when I get back from work!
"Try not to trip over yourself when Fiona walks in."
Rhys forced out a laugh. "Pff, trip over myself? Vaughn, come on, I can...oh...shit..." Two familiar figures had just entered, and were being escorted across the room by a very eager Gortys. Rhys could hear the little robot chattering even from several dozen yards away. However, he wasn't really paying attention to anything being said because he was too busy trying to keep his jaw off the floor.
Both Sasha and Fiona had dressed for the occasion, quite literally. It was like the Hyperion suits all over again; short, form-fitting...only these were flattering. And there were no yellowis… [view original content]
The second third of Left is here. It is Rhys - Jack talk. Angst intensifies.
And, it has 666 words. Not intentional, I swear....
Rhy… mores is appointed to the OS tests. He sits in front of an old computer. He is completely devastated. Fiona hates him.
Why does he feel like they broke up? It is not as if they had something. Well, in fact, maybe they had. She probably wanted him to verify what happened that night with words, confessions, promises... He did nothing. He was too unsure, too weak, unprepared for a serious relationship. And now she left him.
Rhys runs his fingers through his hair. The situation is really slipping off his grasp.
"Why is it so damn difficult?" He mutters to himself, unable to resume his typing. "What am I going to do..." He sighs painfully.
"Do not say you weren't warned, kiddo. Weird, told ya." Jack chides him, sitting on the table next to the monitor.
Rhys looks up, frowning, lips set in a hard line.… [view original content]
Here's a little bit from the fic I'm working on for Lottii-Lu! (I know you have a tag, but I don't know what it is.)
She's probably the m… moreost interested in what's going to happen later, but there has to be some buildup to it, right?
Anyway, enjoy! See you guys when I get back from work!
"Try not to trip over yourself when Fiona walks in."
Rhys forced out a laugh. "Pff, trip over myself? Vaughn, come on, I can...oh...shit..." Two familiar figures had just entered, and were being escorted across the room by a very eager Gortys. Rhys could hear the little robot chattering even from several dozen yards away. However, he wasn't really paying attention to anything being said because he was too busy trying to keep his jaw off the floor.
Both Sasha and Fiona had dressed for the occasion, quite literally. It was like the Hyperion suits all over again; short, form-fitting...only these were flattering. And there were no yellowis… [view original content]
I love writing already-established Rhyiona, don't get me wrong, but subtle (or not so subtle, in Rhys' case) unresolved sexual tension is reeeeeally fun.
Besides, this story will, ahem, resolve that aforementioned sexual tension...
Rhys (looking at Peanut hesitantly): Listen, uh... you're probably my best chance for asking... given all the stuff you already did for me. Please, tell me, will I love it?...
Weeeeeeeee! (It is not a word, just squealing).
Rhys (looking at Peanut hesitantly): Listen, uh... you're probably my best chance for asking... given all the stuff you already did for me. Please, tell me, will I love it?...
Comments
TIE
Thank you,thank you. I try.
Dont even think about it Eryka.
Now was I wrong about you doing great?
Well that escalated quickly. The gun thing that was gold XD
Great job Peanut. Vaughn greatest wingman of all time 10/10.
This is so AMAZING both Troy and Laura ship Rhyiona. House Rhyiona conquers ALL. HUG ME UNSEEN! opens arms
I accepted it.............after 5 hours XD
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You're dialogue for Jack is spot-on! Love this!
Good evening, how is everyone
?
Great how are you?
I'm brilliant, what are you up to*?
Oh TERRIBLE THANKS FOR ASKING (jk). Pretty gurd.
Haha I meant what are you doing* sorry :x I mistyped!
Watching youtube. You?
Nothing much, watching TV and worshipping Bernice.
Bernice is the best. OMG I AM A GENIUS!!
Bernice4Prez
BetterthanTrump
BetterthanLife
BetterthanShrek
SameasJavert
Isn't it? It's one of my favorites.
I was smiling so hard while reading this it made me that happy
Vaughn's not gonna be the only wingman in this story....
Poor Rhys is going to have an entire gang of wingmen. And....wingwomen.
I love writing already-established Rhyiona, don't get me wrong, but subtle (or not so subtle, in Rhys' case) unresolved sexual tension is reeeeeally fun.
Besides, this story will, ahem, resolve that aforementioned sexual tension...
SLY
SIGH
MY
HIGH
RYE
FLY
ANIMUNCULI
The fastest way to my heart is through Rhys.
Or french onion dip. Or raspberries. Or chocolate. Or Rhys covered in chocolate and raspberries. Yeah, that one...
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Yes! Write something happy! Angst with Jack is great and all....but...I love fluff.
Thanks! That's Jack for you, his lines are gold every time
winks Come here, kiddo, Jack has more for ya...
I love your fluff too...
Well, you'll get plenty of it. I'm bouncing ideas for the Christmas fic off of my sister right now. You're going to love it.
Bless you
Weeeeeeeee! (It is not a word, just squealing).
Rhys (looking at Peanut hesitantly): Listen, uh... you're probably my best chance for asking... given all the stuff you already did for me. Please, tell me, will I love it?...
Yes, Rhys, yes you will.
But Fiona will love it even more...
Good...good. So, I won't bother you further. This is actually... reassuring. After all I've been through...
This will more than make up for everything you've had to deal with in the past.
Trust me.