I beg your pardon for what may turn out as a bad joke, but all this family talk...
Rhyiona soap opera dialog.
Rhyiona shipper #1: We c… morean't be shipped together anymore, Rhyiona shipper #2!
Rhyiona shipper #2: But why? I love you!
Rhyiona shipper #1: I know...and I love you too. But I just found out that we are brother and sister!
dramatic music
“Rhys. It’s 6AM. In the morning.” She spat through gritted teeth, rubbing her eyes to rid them of any crusts of sleep. The sound of him calming himself echoed throughout the room, before he sniffed.
“Yeah, but, it’s Chri-“ A fit of coughs strung into his sentence, halting further speech, “It’s Christmas, and we need to g-” More coughs, “Get the house looking nice,”
Fiona tutted, placing the back of her hand to his forehead. Upon noticing how burning it was, she pushed his chest downwards slightly, “And you’re not feeling well. You need some sleep, I’ll start the housework today.”
“I want to he-“ Sneeze. Another series of coughs.
“Sleep. Now.” Fiona demanded, rolling out of the bed only to tuck Rhys in. He shielded his eyes with his organic arm, and muttered something incoherent, before rolling over and attempting to submit to sleep.
A snippet of my Christmas fic, I really need to start cracking down on this one. There's hardly anything.
I beg your pardon for what may turn out as a bad joke, but all this family talk...
Rhyiona soap opera dialog.
Rhyiona shipper #1: We c… morean't be shipped together anymore, Rhyiona shipper #2!
Rhyiona shipper #2: But why? I love you!
Rhyiona shipper #1: I know...and I love you too. But I just found out that we are brother and sister!
dramatic music
“Rhys. It’s 6AM. In the morning.” She spat through gritted teeth, rubbing her eyes to rid them of any crusts of sleep. The sound of him calm… moreing himself echoed throughout the room, before he sniffed.
“Yeah, but, it’s Chri-“ A fit of coughs strung into his sentence, halting further speech, “It’s Christmas, and we need to g-” More coughs, “Get the house looking nice,”
Fiona tutted, placing the back of her hand to his forehead. Upon noticing how burning it was, she pushed his chest downwards slightly, “And you’re not feeling well. You need some sleep, I’ll start the housework today.”
“I want to he-“ Sneeze. Another series of coughs.
“Sleep. Now.” Fiona demanded, rolling out of the bed only to tuck Rhys in. He shielded his eyes with his organic arm, and muttered something incoherent, before rolling over and attempting to submit to sleep.
A snippet of my Christmas fic, I really need to start cracking down on this one. There's hardly anything.
“Rhys. It’s 6AM. In the morning.” She spat through gritted teeth, rubbing her eyes to rid them of any crusts of sleep. The sound of him calm… moreing himself echoed throughout the room, before he sniffed.
“Yeah, but, it’s Chri-“ A fit of coughs strung into his sentence, halting further speech, “It’s Christmas, and we need to g-” More coughs, “Get the house looking nice,”
Fiona tutted, placing the back of her hand to his forehead. Upon noticing how burning it was, she pushed his chest downwards slightly, “And you’re not feeling well. You need some sleep, I’ll start the housework today.”
“I want to he-“ Sneeze. Another series of coughs.
“Sleep. Now.” Fiona demanded, rolling out of the bed only to tuck Rhys in. He shielded his eyes with his organic arm, and muttered something incoherent, before rolling over and attempting to submit to sleep.
A snippet of my Christmas fic, I really need to start cracking down on this one. There's hardly anything.
Comments
Ha, next Christmas. You're just trying to build up the hype.
...
I'll take this as a yes
I'm sure you guys can wait. See you next year!
(six months later)
-mumbling in a corner-
"He said soon...should have known better..."
Sees the name 'Pablo'.
Remembers Paul.
Holy fuck, I started missing Paul again ;-;
Hah! Trusting the word "soon". Beginner's mistake!
I thought Pablo=Paul. No?
I said that because Paul was 'under the control of Pablo', that's why
Also, one of his nicknames is Pablo x)
-cries noobish tears-
Rhyiona shipper #2:
Damn it, Peanut! Don't cry ;__;
Pats Peanut
Um... what I did is awkward... Oops... I won't do it again xd
I-I th-think I'll b-be -sniff- o-okay-y...
Oh, what a cold hearted person I was to break his heart...
Okay, just don't cry anymore. Seeing people crying makes me sad, you know...
(?) I'll remember that.
-evil grin-
You should have known.
Just smile, Wolfenus... smile...
"Soon" has been my downfall.
Nuuuuuu! Not the glitchy Mira smile!
I can't follow you there... Nvm, really
Um... whoops. I don't want my GIF to be a total waste...
A snippet of my Christmas fic, I really need to start cracking down on this one. There's hardly anything.
I'm still not shipped with anyone and I may or may not be saddened by this fact.
You do know that I ship you x Victoria, right? xD
I told you that like some time ago x3
I never was too, but it is fun to observe this thing.
Oh, wait, I am shipped with Handsome Jack sometimes, lol.
BUT VICTORIA IS GETTING MARRIED AND I AM ALONE FOREVER WITH MY PETS ;-;
Well, at least it's something, right? XD
I can see that.. kind of.. lmao
Awww, poor Rhys.
Wolfenus. The ultimate shipper.
You kinda messed it up. Don't you mean 'FOREVER ALONE'? XDD
Hmm... On second thought, I'm gonna ship you x Gared
don't be, thread shipping has died down a lot :P
Sick Rhys is one of my weaknesses, so I'm SUPER EXCITED to see this one finished.
You know it, girl c;
Wolf × Chewbie
Can you explain me how do I read that smiley?
c; =
It's just a smaller and cuter version of the winky face
I thought it was an angel with that circular thing above his head
Haha, yeah... x3
Yeah, Rhys describes how I wake up every single year. I'm always ill in the festive season.
Poor you, then... Hope it won't be so this year.