"So far, sorry babes, I prefer it to distintergration."
DON'T APOLOGISE! THAT'S A GREAT THING TO SAY! :D I'm with you on that. You know I wasn't entirely satisfied with Disintegration and this one is kinda like... my baby. My happy, "stop being depressed and making everyone break up and die constantly" baby. I enjoyed writing this one FAR more and I think maybe that transferred a little? I dunno. I haven't really had much feedback yet (understandable, it's a little long heh. and i guess, ~weird since it's like a "new" pairing or whatevs & everyone is well into G3, etc) but I'm curious what people do think about it... I dunno. *sigh*
Also, LOL, one of these days Emily is just going to randomly DIE in the middle of a story with no explanation and no follow-up! Just to toy with your emotions ;)
"They were happy, in love, and everything was finally, after all the pain and aggravation, back to normal. They were Naomi&Emily again; not simply Naomi and Emily. Cook, from inside those depressing prison walls, passed along his heartfelt congratulations to the couple and the blonde grinned in response, mumbling a slightly embarrassed thank you into her mobile as they sauntered down Park Street. Then as Naomi hung up the phone, she turned away from her girlfriend to glance behind her. She hadn't known why at the time. Just one of those tricks of fate perhaps. At that precise moment a rather large shipment of Orangina wriggled free from its tethers on the back of a rusty lorry. When the speeding truck hit one of Bristol's notorious potholes, it was jarred loose, sending carton after carton of bottled fizzy pop into the air. Emily, so wrapped up in her own daydreamy thoughts about the upcoming week, noticed this too late. Naomi quickly spun around to helplessly watch the scene unfold.
SMACK! CRASH!
Plastic crates and juice bottles smashed all around them, shards of glass falling like the rain in Hell, slicing and pricking skin, blinding passers-by as they gazed on in horror. Emily fell to the pavement, gripping the side of her head in pain from a careening bottle. She struggled to her hands and knees. Naomi who had been sent flying to dodge debris and other pedestrians, quickly clambered up, ignoring the dizziness in her vision and the bright red liquid flowing over her eyelid. She moved towards her fiancée.
She wasn't fast enough.
An errant driver, desperate to avoid the orange-flavoured carnage and save his tires from having to be replaced made the fatally erroneous move to skid around the accident. He lost control on the thick layer of fluid, hydroplaning up over the kerb and straight onto the pavement.
Frozen in place, Naomi had no choice but to witness it all in front of her eyes. Bottles popped like exploding light bulbs under the tires of the out of control vehicle as it headed directly for the love of her life. Naomi choked out one last crackling, desperate scream.
And then there was silence."
LMAO. FATAL ORANGINA/ROAD ACCIDENT. POOR EMS. WHY DID I JUST DO THAT? I THINK I AM VERY DESPERATE TO COMPLETELY FAIL MY LAB EXAM ON THURS AND WRITING HORRIBLE MORBID FICLETS IS LIKE THE ULTIMATE IN PROCRASTINATION AND SOMEHOW IS ME PROJECTING MY FAILURE/STRESS ONTO FICTIONAL CHARACTERS.
I AM SO SO SORRY.
But then... yes, you have presented a very compelling counter-argument that terrifies me to my very bones: Michelle/Thommo. *SHUDDER* I'm not sure my glee at arbitrarily killing characters is worth that hell... It is worse than a random piano. ;)
To be perfectly honest, I really, really like it when Naomi/Emily shippers are like "Oh, this [Naomi/Michelle] actually isn't bad!" ;) x
DON'T APOLOGISE! THAT'S A GREAT THING TO SAY! :D I'm with you on that. You know I wasn't entirely satisfied with Disintegration and this one is kinda like... my baby. My happy, "stop being depressed and making everyone break up and die constantly" baby. I enjoyed writing this one FAR more and I think maybe that transferred a little? I dunno. I haven't really had much feedback yet (understandable, it's a little long heh. and i guess, ~weird since it's like a "new" pairing or whatevs & everyone is well into G3, etc) but I'm curious what people do think about it... I dunno. *sigh*
Also, LOL, one of these days Emily is just going to randomly DIE in the middle of a story with no explanation and no follow-up! Just to toy with your emotions ;)
"They were happy, in love, and everything was finally, after all the pain and aggravation, back to normal. They were Naomi&Emily again; not simply Naomi and Emily. Cook, from inside those depressing prison walls, passed along his heartfelt congratulations to the couple and the blonde grinned in response, mumbling a slightly embarrassed thank you into her mobile as they sauntered down Park Street. Then as Naomi hung up the phone, she turned away from her girlfriend to glance behind her. She hadn't known why at the time. Just one of those tricks of fate perhaps. At that precise moment a rather large shipment of Orangina wriggled free from its tethers on the back of a rusty lorry. When the speeding truck hit one of Bristol's notorious potholes, it was jarred loose, sending carton after carton of bottled fizzy pop into the air. Emily, so wrapped up in her own daydreamy thoughts about the upcoming week, noticed this too late. Naomi quickly spun around to helplessly watch the scene unfold.
SMACK! CRASH!
Plastic crates and juice bottles smashed all around them, shards of glass falling like the rain in Hell, slicing and pricking skin, blinding passers-by as they gazed on in horror. Emily fell to the pavement, gripping the side of her head in pain from a careening bottle. She struggled to her hands and knees. Naomi who had been sent flying to dodge debris and other pedestrians, quickly clambered up, ignoring the dizziness in her vision and the bright red liquid flowing over her eyelid. She moved towards her fiancée.
She wasn't fast enough.
An errant driver, desperate to avoid the orange-flavoured carnage and save his tires from having to be replaced made the fatally erroneous move to skid around the accident. He lost control on the thick layer of fluid, hydroplaning up over the kerb and straight onto the pavement.
Frozen in place, Naomi had no choice but to witness it all in front of her eyes. Bottles popped like exploding light bulbs under the tires of the out of control vehicle as it headed directly for the love of her life. Naomi choked out one last crackling, desperate scream.
And then there was silence."
LMAO. FATAL ORANGINA/ROAD ACCIDENT. POOR EMS.
WHY DID I JUST DO THAT? I THINK I AM VERY DESPERATE TO COMPLETELY FAIL MY LAB EXAM ON THURS AND WRITING HORRIBLE MORBID FICLETS IS LIKE THE ULTIMATE IN PROCRASTINATION AND SOMEHOW IS ME PROJECTING MY FAILURE/STRESS ONTO FICTIONAL CHARACTERS.
I AM SO SO SORRY.
But then... yes, you have presented a very compelling counter-argument that terrifies me to my very bones: Michelle/Thommo. *SHUDDER* I'm not sure my glee at arbitrarily killing characters is worth that hell... It is worse than a random piano. ;)
To be perfectly honest, I really, really like it when Naomi/Emily shippers are like "Oh, this [Naomi/Michelle] actually isn't bad!" ;) x
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