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I stole this from icarus_chained because i want to write something, but i'm feeling blocked up
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Pick a paragraph (or any passage less than 500 words) from any story I've written, and comment to this post with that selection. I will then give you a DVD commentary on that snippet: what I was thinking when I wrote it, why I wrote it in the first place, what's ( Read more... )
“What is it this time?” Control number two sprawled out on the sofa in the living room, one leg dangling lazily over the arm rest, the other planted firmly on the floor. He pillowed his head comfortably on his brother’s thigh, with a full on grin.
“Control,” Control graced the other with an amused smile, one reserved specifically for his twin when he knew C2 was about to make things very difficult. Plus, he was at a critical point in his latest novel- Tony’s novel, his brain supplied, rather unhelpfully- and C2’s head was making it impossible to turn the page.
“German?” C2 soldiered on. “French? Mandarin- don’t let it be Mandarin, I really don’t get the appeal in that one. “
“Control-!”
“Okay, okay…just tell me if it’s a romantic language. Italian? No, that’s too obvious… Spanish…too common.”
“Control, please!” Control sighed, softly, marking his page with his finger.
“Definitely not a romantic language, then,” C2 mused. “That’s for lazy days..you’re stressed…something less flowy-“
“Flowy isn’t a word, Control,” Control chided, gently.
“German, then!” C2 laughed. “Tell me it’s German. It makes the most sense, with the Berlin Crisis and all. Tony’s probably in high demand.” The telltale feel of Control’s leg tensing under his head, then relaxing at the mention of one Tony Murchison gave C2 the answer he needed. “It is German, you kinky ba-..”
“Czech-Czechoslovakian,” a new voice put in from the doorway, hesitant.”
“Oh, dear,” Control murmured to himself. It was going to be a long few hours…
“Czechoslovakian!” C2 crowed, from his back to his feet in a manner that would make any Olympic athlete green with envy. “Oh-ho…Neddy Muldoon, I always knew you were my favorite person for a reason!”
“We-Well..” Neddy stammered, flushed with surprise and barely concealed delight. “I just thought, you know…” his words were muffled by C2 lifting him into a rather dramatic hug, spinning him.
“You thought brilliantly,” C2 beamed at Tony’s meeker cousin. “So our Tony Murchison has been dabbling in Czech for whatever reason, and it’s gotten my beloved brother a little hot under the collar…and in his pa-..”
“Very well, Control,” Control interrupted, considerably flushed, placing a bookmark in his novel. “You’ve done a wonderful job of extracting my latest secret-“
“Well, Neddy did, actually,” C2 corrected, grinning and giving Neddy an affectionate squeeze. “I was way off the mark.”
“Tony has been in contact with one of our allies in Czechoslovakia,” Control sighed. The cat was out of the bag, or so they said. “He had a phone conference at twelve-o-clock from Prague..”
“Eleven our time,” C2 calculates. “So he couldn’t bring you..”
“You-your coffee,” Neddy finishes. Poor Tony…he must have been devastated!
“He’s been working terribly hard lately,” Control continued. “I thought maybe it would be a good idea to stop by his office and give him-“
“A blowjob,” C2 murmured, sotto voce, and was surprised when Neddy’s heel came down on his foot. “Hey!”
“-a cup of coffee,” Control didn’t appear to hear C2’s comment, but he looked a bit suspicious, in any case. “And I couldn’t help but overhear his conversation.” He swallowed, thickly, mind backtracking to eleven-o-clock, United Kingdom time…
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C2 is just 'that sibling.' if you give him an inch, he'll take a mile, but it's all for Control's own good. I loved writing him. Actually, i just love writing bantery/teasing characters (C2, Gabriel.)
He's going to make Control blush, and squirm, but he's going to get an answer.
When we write, C2 is yours. But i love him, and enjoyed putting in the innuendo. I liked the timing and whatnot. I can see him guessing languages just for the sheer fun of it, of seeing Control's reaction.
Originally, Neddy wasn't going to be in this part, but the thought of him inadvertently aiding in outing Control's little kink would not be denied. This Neddy is still our stuttery little bugger, but with a tiny bit of that Neil-esque confidence. He doesn't want Control to be uncomfortable, but it's for the greater good.
A wise person once said, "It's hard to surprise C2." So Neddy's little bursts of confidence- like stomping on C2's foot, was enjoyable to write. He just wants Tony and Control to be happy.
The C2/Neddy dynamic is purely innocent. I didn't see anything romantic between them- more like..partners in crime. Plus, C2, who is just so open and out there, has no qualms about pushing into Neddy's personal space, hugging him, complimenting him. He'd do that with anyone.
\o/ hooray
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