Re: Of Ryncol and Turians 4
anonymous
October 1 2014, 20:13:10 UTC
They sat in only mildly uncomfortable silence for a bit, Grunt content to keep slugging Ryncol while his drinking companion sipped whatever it was he was drinking. The moment stretched until the Turian decided to speak up. “So, is there any specific reason you’re here tonight? I have some experience in these matters and you drink like someone who’s got a problem they don’t want to remember.”
Grunt shrugged, his deep growl of a voice sounding slightly more glum than usual. “It’s not important, just thinking some things through.”
The Turian thought about it. “Well, it is important, clearly you’re worked up about something. I mean if you want to stew all on your lonesome that’s fine, but if you wanted to talk about it…” He let the offer hang.
Grunt considered for a good long time, swirling Ryncol around in his glass. “There’s… this guy.” He began haltingly.
A light flared in the Turian’s eyes, the male leaning in a little and resting his chin on his hand. “Tell me more.”
“Turian.” He grunted, taking another shot. “On my team, fight together. I… I’m having…” He took another shot.
“Having… feelings for him?” his companion asked. “Feelings of… attraction?”
Grunt stared into his drink for a while, it was a hard question. He had been trying to process these feelings for a while but hadn’t actually gone so far as to give name to them, or define them as a certain type of emotion or urge. Was he attracted to Garrus? He didn’t know really, he’d never been attracted to anyone before. Oh yes he’d mated, good looking and eager females had approached him, and he had bedded them. But in the morning he felt little to nothing for them beyond some gratitude that they had let him have a fun night, beyond that… not much really. “Maybe. Don’t know really.” He said, going to take a shot but setting the glass back down again.
Re: Of Ryncol and Turians 4
anonymous
October 19 2014, 07:07:33 UTC
I'd never have thought I'd read a Grunt/Garrus fic. And like it so much! I also really like your wry writing style, it fits the characters and the situation without turning the story into a parody. Thanks for writing this.
Grunt shrugged, his deep growl of a voice sounding slightly more glum than usual. “It’s not important, just thinking some things through.”
The Turian thought about it. “Well, it is important, clearly you’re worked up about something. I mean if you want to stew all on your lonesome that’s fine, but if you wanted to talk about it…” He let the offer hang.
Grunt considered for a good long time, swirling Ryncol around in his glass. “There’s… this guy.” He began haltingly.
A light flared in the Turian’s eyes, the male leaning in a little and resting his chin on his hand. “Tell me more.”
“Turian.” He grunted, taking another shot. “On my team, fight together. I… I’m having…” He took another shot.
“Having… feelings for him?” his companion asked. “Feelings of… attraction?”
Grunt stared into his drink for a while, it was a hard question. He had been trying to process these feelings for a while but hadn’t actually gone so far as to give name to them, or define them as a certain type of emotion or urge. Was he attracted to Garrus? He didn’t know really, he’d never been attracted to anyone before. Oh yes he’d mated, good looking and eager females had approached him, and he had bedded them. But in the morning he felt little to nothing for them beyond some gratitude that they had let him have a fun night, beyond that… not much really. “Maybe. Don’t know really.” He said, going to take a shot but setting the glass back down again.
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Thanks for writing this.
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