And The Cogs Fall Into Place, art post
I had a lot of fun writing this story and I am so happy that my artist and mixer both took a chance on it!
I have an AWESOME piece of art here made by aredblush
Patrick walked over to the table where Pete’s books were strewn and picked up the box he had left there just that afternoon, after digging it out of his trunk to tinker with its contents just a bit. He took out his favorite of all his hummingbirds, winding the key up to wake her for the first time since the night Brendon took paints and painted her wings red and blue before returning her to Patrick before he left. Brendon said the red and blue stripes would look purple at the rate in which her wings flapped once she flew, and Patrick wished, as he released her, that it was light enough in the room to see.
He walked back to where Bronx was sitting, trusting his hummingbird to follow him. When he sat on the chaise next to Bronx, the mechanical clicking of the birds gears and the soft buzz from its wings caught his attention and he gasped, eyes lighting up. “A bird!” he said brightly, smiling as it buzzed past. “Where did you get it?” he asked, and Patrick smiled.
“I made it,” he said and Bronx gave him a look like he told him he had parted the sea. “I build things, little inventions, you know?” he said, and Bronx smiled brightly as the bird flittered around.
“But how do you make it fly?” he asked and Patrick smiled at the look of awe on his little face. It was his favorite thing about inventing. “Is it magic?”
Patrick smiled back. “Well, sort of. It’s science,” he said, holding out his palm until the bird landed. “Want to touch it?” he offered and Bronx reached out, petting its little head, giggling softly when it shook.
“Are you sure it isn’t magic?” he asked and Patrick grinned playfully.
“You never know, maybe it is,” he teased, letting the bird fly again as he sat back against the arm.
And then I have a mix done by piratekitten here: http://www.mediafire.com/?g8j9pgv35edpkiq
Track list:
1. Carry On - fun.
2. Appalachian Lullaby - Various Artists
3. Better Days - Pete Murray
4. Kangei (The Music for Royal Fireworks) - Yoshikawa Youichirou
5. Bent - Matchbox 20
6. I Wanna Be There - Blessid Union of Souls
7. Ready to Love Again - Lady Antebellum
8. Boy - Darren Hayes
9. Mona Lisa (When The World Comes Down) - The All-American Rejects
10. When You Say You Love Me - Josh Groban
11. Rain - Classical New Age Piano
12. The Kiss - Alan Menken & Howard Ashman
I want to thank both my artist and my mixer for taking a chance on a really terrible summary like my fic had to offer!
I have an AWESOME piece of art here made by aredblush
Patrick walked over to the table where Pete’s books were strewn and picked up the box he had left there just that afternoon, after digging it out of his trunk to tinker with its contents just a bit. He took out his favorite of all his hummingbirds, winding the key up to wake her for the first time since the night Brendon took paints and painted her wings red and blue before returning her to Patrick before he left. Brendon said the red and blue stripes would look purple at the rate in which her wings flapped once she flew, and Patrick wished, as he released her, that it was light enough in the room to see.
He walked back to where Bronx was sitting, trusting his hummingbird to follow him. When he sat on the chaise next to Bronx, the mechanical clicking of the birds gears and the soft buzz from its wings caught his attention and he gasped, eyes lighting up. “A bird!” he said brightly, smiling as it buzzed past. “Where did you get it?” he asked, and Patrick smiled.
“I made it,” he said and Bronx gave him a look like he told him he had parted the sea. “I build things, little inventions, you know?” he said, and Bronx smiled brightly as the bird flittered around.
“But how do you make it fly?” he asked and Patrick smiled at the look of awe on his little face. It was his favorite thing about inventing. “Is it magic?”
Patrick smiled back. “Well, sort of. It’s science,” he said, holding out his palm until the bird landed. “Want to touch it?” he offered and Bronx reached out, petting its little head, giggling softly when it shook.
“Are you sure it isn’t magic?” he asked and Patrick grinned playfully.
“You never know, maybe it is,” he teased, letting the bird fly again as he sat back against the arm.
And then I have a mix done by piratekitten here: http://www.mediafire.com/?g8j9pgv35edpkiq
Track list:
1. Carry On - fun.
2. Appalachian Lullaby - Various Artists
3. Better Days - Pete Murray
4. Kangei (The Music for Royal Fireworks) - Yoshikawa Youichirou
5. Bent - Matchbox 20
6. I Wanna Be There - Blessid Union of Souls
7. Ready to Love Again - Lady Antebellum
8. Boy - Darren Hayes
9. Mona Lisa (When The World Comes Down) - The All-American Rejects
10. When You Say You Love Me - Josh Groban
11. Rain - Classical New Age Piano
12. The Kiss - Alan Menken & Howard Ashman
I want to thank both my artist and my mixer for taking a chance on a really terrible summary like my fic had to offer!