Is it Thursday?
It's Thursday.... (I even checked isitthursday.org)
And I promised you a fic.
BUT!
It kinda grew and won't stop (that's what she said).
So, if you could grant me some leniency, I promise to have it out next week.
I just want to really make this good.
You can blame mandy_croyance for all the good ideas she gave me for improvement :D
But because no one has yelled at me...much, here's something to tie you over:
Ryan shrugs, but his soul hints at a secret. One that Brendon can’t read. “Just trying something new,” Ryan says, and he continues to play.
Brendon sits there in the desk chair for a couple more minutes until the unrelenting wood makes the back of his vessel ache, and he gets up to settle down next to Ryan on the bed, who just moves over a little, smiles a little smile, and adds a couple of embellishments as he falls into the chorus again.
Ryan plays the song on a loop, trying to perfect it. He stops every once in a while, asking Brendon’s opinion on this and that, and Brendon knows that it’s not his job to tell anyone directly what to do - no, he works more in inspiration than instruction - but he tells Ryan what he truly thinks. Helps him find the right notes, and though Ryan never sings the lyrics, Brendon watches the words form in the space between them, where Brendon’s Grace and Ryan’s soul linger. The letters twist in front of Brendon’s eyes, unseen by Ryan and put there unconsciously by him, and Brendon can find himself in those words.
Also, happy 100th episode "Supernatural" people!
And I promised you a fic.
BUT!
It kinda grew and won't stop (that's what she said).
So, if you could grant me some leniency, I promise to have it out next week.
I just want to really make this good.
You can blame mandy_croyance for all the good ideas she gave me for improvement :D
But because no one has yelled at me...much, here's something to tie you over:
Ryan shrugs, but his soul hints at a secret. One that Brendon can’t read. “Just trying something new,” Ryan says, and he continues to play.
Brendon sits there in the desk chair for a couple more minutes until the unrelenting wood makes the back of his vessel ache, and he gets up to settle down next to Ryan on the bed, who just moves over a little, smiles a little smile, and adds a couple of embellishments as he falls into the chorus again.
Ryan plays the song on a loop, trying to perfect it. He stops every once in a while, asking Brendon’s opinion on this and that, and Brendon knows that it’s not his job to tell anyone directly what to do - no, he works more in inspiration than instruction - but he tells Ryan what he truly thinks. Helps him find the right notes, and though Ryan never sings the lyrics, Brendon watches the words form in the space between them, where Brendon’s Grace and Ryan’s soul linger. The letters twist in front of Brendon’s eyes, unseen by Ryan and put there unconsciously by him, and Brendon can find himself in those words.
Also, happy 100th episode "Supernatural" people!