The words came to a screeching halt, cutting off mid-phrase and leaving Viggo grappling to find them again. A lovely description. You do get past it though, and grandly so.
Deciding it was hopeless to do anything more, and that White Wing had waited long enough while Far Rider had avoided reality. I deeply enjoyed the details of the organized chaos of his room, and his own disorganized self.
He lowered himself to sit on the small table near the chaise, and wrapped his arms around his waist. Ah, poor Viggo, such a sad, wounded man. How many times has he said 'sorry' already?
he studied the scattered objects around the room and surreptitiously watched the man attempting to tear himself away from his art. Misses very little, yet his conclusions are sometimes worse than useless, too.
Also, the freedom of knowing that when it grew dull, he could run away. And that when he returned, he would be welcomed with open arms. How could he give up that-his freedom? Psychobabble: Freeman's enables the man to remain a child. Life: Home.
Keeping White Wing safe and separated from the rest of humanity was the best option. Can't work any more than locking Viggo up would work. Just another form of running.
Thank you for your time today. Ouch. So much formality, for a quiet pain.
"I am strong and you are strong. Together we can become only more strong, do you not see?" Brilliant! Such a terrifying thing to say, to have sussed out.
I loved the name exchange with all the thoughts and reactions flitting in and out to inform, and maybe fluster. Again the song is perfect.
Wind studied his friend's face for a few moments, heart swelling with joy with all he saw in their liquid brown depths. Have I mentioned how much I love that you write about friendship?
Altoids for a horse?!? *sporfle*
The whole rest of the cake? Greedy shit.
Love Cook. Truly. She's grand. /gush You show such care when writing the characters, main and supporting.
Using TJ to ease the conversation was clever of White Wing. I do enjoy how each is trying, and each worries when they sense something less than comfort in the other. Wind in the Grass is very good at taking care of White Wing, and just as sneaky as everyone else in the house can be. Is it a requirement for being there, accidental-eavesdropping-on-purpose I mean?
A very satisfying chapter. Hopeful.
You also sent me off on a bit of research, the meanings of names. *g*
I deeply enjoyed the details of the organized chaos of his room, and his own disorganized self. Organized chaos is it exactly. It wouldn't be Viggo's studio if it wasn't a bit bass ackwards! And he has an excuse for being more, er, 'disorganized' than usual--he hasn't brushed his hair, shaved, etc in days! ;)
Ah, poor Viggo, such a sad, wounded man. How many times has he said 'sorry' already? To White Wing? *scratches head* Not sure he's said the exact word, but he's feeling pretty darn sorry about the whole situation, that's for sure! And yes, I think we all know that Viggo, while being good at hiding it, has some issues he needs to overcome.
Psychobabble: Freeman's enables the man to remain a child. Life: Home. No, Freeman's just allows everyone to be who they want to, and need to be. *crosses arms over chest*
Can't work any more than locking Viggo up would work. Just another form of running. Indeed.
Brilliant! Such a terrifying thing to say, to have sussed out. Especially by someone half Viggo's age! *shakes head*
I loved the name exchange with all the thoughts and reactions flitting in and out to inform, and maybe fluster. Aww, thank you. Names really do affect who we are, and our persona, something that has been used quite a bit in this fic (Matt/Jack most extremely, but also Josh/Sawyer, Viggo/Far Rider, Ian/Boone, etc) but I believe this is the first time anyone has really outright said what their names mean to them.
Have I mentioned how much I love that you write about friendship? Again, thank you, that's an incredible compliment.
Altoids for a horse?!? *sporfle* Mmmhmm, some horses love peppermints! And apparently TJ prefers his peppermints "curiously strong"
The whole rest of the cake? Greedy shit. It wasn't a huge cake, Cook had made it for Marton's tea time. And Viggo will take back whatever they didn't eat. *nods*
Is it a requirement for being there, accidental-eavesdropping-on-purpose I mean? Just as much as walking in on people at inopportune moments! *winks*
Hope your research went well! My real name apparently stands for "little hollow." Who'd have thought?
And do you mean my new Far Rider icon? If so, thank you. Far Rider demanded a different icon from Viggo, because as I said earlier, he feels very different when he calls himself that. And as always, our main graphics artist, lookingglassf1, was willing to oblige! She's so good to us!
Thank you again for reading, and for the wonderful comment! It distracted me for a long time from my homework, very naughty of me, but needed!
To White Wing? *scratches head* Not sure he's said the exact word, but he's feeling pretty darn sorry about the whole situation, that's for sure! And yes, I think we all know that Viggo, while being good at hiding it, has some issues he needs to overcome. I had to go and count: 4 times to that point.
No, Freeman's just allows everyone to be who they want to, and need to be. *crosses arms over chest* Ah that's what I meant. That was my poor way of mocking how things can be looked at in the wrong way, not over-thinking so much as bad thinking. Psychobabble is bad thinking. Life (experience, really) shows that Freeman's is home, even if home is a chance to run away or run back. Whatever's needed. Viggo's a bit on edge and not thinking clearly and I was just playing with the different interpretations of that statement if you are thinking well or badly. Well, I was trying to play with it. Dropped the ball, I did. (Hey, it's a play analogy.)
Horses eat a surprisingly varied diet, if you let them. Minty, grass-breath? *ponders*
It wasn't a huge cake, Cook had made it for Marton's tea time. And Viggo will take back whatever they didn't eat. *nods* Which could mean that between Viggo, White Wing, and TJ: could be nothing left.
I found a new site that seems to have done some fair research, but is Christian-centered, possibly just European-centered. http://www.behindthename.com/ My name has two possible sources so I'm a bit amused. My last name had no entry for it! *lol*
Yes, the Far Rider icon. It's lovely.
Distracted you for a long time, eh? What a nice way of saying I'm a bit long winded. *lol*
I do hope that's a typo, not an indication of how messy your keyboard is now! Ha! If it's the latter, I do hope you managed to get it clean before the next chapter! ;-P
A lovely description. You do get past it though, and grandly so.
Deciding it was hopeless to do anything more, and that White Wing had waited long enough while Far Rider had avoided reality.
I deeply enjoyed the details of the organized chaos of his room, and his own disorganized self.
He lowered himself to sit on the small table near the chaise, and wrapped his arms around his waist.
Ah, poor Viggo, such a sad, wounded man. How many times has he said 'sorry' already?
he studied the scattered objects around the room and surreptitiously watched the man attempting to tear himself away from his art.
Misses very little, yet his conclusions are sometimes worse than useless, too.
Also, the freedom of knowing that when it grew dull, he could run away. And that when he returned, he would be welcomed with open arms. How could he give up that-his freedom?
Psychobabble: Freeman's enables the man to remain a child. Life: Home.
Keeping White Wing safe and separated from the rest of humanity was the best option.
Can't work any more than locking Viggo up would work. Just another form of running.
Thank you for your time today.
Ouch. So much formality, for a quiet pain.
"I am strong and you are strong. Together we can become only more strong, do you not see?"
Brilliant! Such a terrifying thing to say, to have sussed out.
I loved the name exchange with all the thoughts and reactions flitting in and out to inform, and maybe fluster. Again the song is perfect.
Wind studied his friend's face for a few moments, heart swelling with joy with all he saw in their liquid brown depths.
Have I mentioned how much I love that you write about friendship?
Altoids for a horse?!? *sporfle*
The whole rest of the cake? Greedy shit.
Love Cook. Truly. She's grand. /gush You show such care when writing the characters, main and supporting.
Using TJ to ease the conversation was clever of White Wing. I do enjoy how each is trying, and each worries when they sense something less than comfort in the other. Wind in the Grass is very good at taking care of White Wing, and just as sneaky as everyone else in the house can be. Is it a requirement for being there, accidental-eavesdropping-on-purpose I mean?
A very satisfying chapter. Hopeful.
You also sent me off on a bit of research, the meanings of names. *g*
Marvelous icon.
Thank you.
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Organized chaos is it exactly. It wouldn't be Viggo's studio if it wasn't a bit bass ackwards! And he has an excuse for being more, er, 'disorganized' than usual--he hasn't brushed his hair, shaved, etc in days! ;)
Ah, poor Viggo, such a sad, wounded man. How many times has he said 'sorry' already?
To White Wing? *scratches head* Not sure he's said the exact word, but he's feeling pretty darn sorry about the whole situation, that's for sure! And yes, I think we all know that Viggo, while being good at hiding it, has some issues he needs to overcome.
Psychobabble: Freeman's enables the man to remain a child. Life: Home.
No, Freeman's just allows everyone to be who they want to, and need to be. *crosses arms over chest*
Can't work any more than locking Viggo up would work. Just another form of running.
Indeed.
Brilliant! Such a terrifying thing to say, to have sussed out.
Especially by someone half Viggo's age! *shakes head*
I loved the name exchange with all the thoughts and reactions flitting in and out to inform, and maybe fluster.
Aww, thank you. Names really do affect who we are, and our persona, something that has been used quite a bit in this fic (Matt/Jack most extremely, but also Josh/Sawyer, Viggo/Far Rider, Ian/Boone, etc) but I believe this is the first time anyone has really outright said what their names mean to them.
Have I mentioned how much I love that you write about friendship?
Again, thank you, that's an incredible compliment.
Altoids for a horse?!? *sporfle*
Mmmhmm, some horses love peppermints! And apparently TJ prefers his peppermints "curiously strong"
The whole rest of the cake? Greedy shit.
It wasn't a huge cake, Cook had made it for Marton's tea time. And Viggo will take back whatever they didn't eat. *nods*
Is it a requirement for being there, accidental-eavesdropping-on-purpose I mean?
Just as much as walking in on people at inopportune moments! *winks*
Hope your research went well! My real name apparently stands for "little hollow." Who'd have thought?
And do you mean my new Far Rider icon? If so, thank you. Far Rider demanded a different icon from Viggo, because as I said earlier, he feels very different when he calls himself that. And as always, our main graphics artist, lookingglassf1, was willing to oblige! She's so good to us!
Thank you again for reading, and for the wonderful comment! It distracted me for a long time from my homework, very naughty of me, but needed!
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I had to go and count: 4 times to that point.
No, Freeman's just allows everyone to be who they want to, and need to be. *crosses arms over chest*
Ah that's what I meant. That was my poor way of mocking how things can be looked at in the wrong way, not over-thinking so much as bad thinking. Psychobabble is bad thinking. Life (experience, really) shows that Freeman's is home, even if home is a chance to run away or run back. Whatever's needed. Viggo's a bit on edge and not thinking clearly and I was just playing with the different interpretations of that statement if you are thinking well or badly. Well, I was trying to play with it. Dropped the ball, I did. (Hey, it's a play analogy.)
Horses eat a surprisingly varied diet, if you let them. Minty, grass-breath? *ponders*
It wasn't a huge cake, Cook had made it for Marton's tea time. And Viggo will take back whatever they didn't eat. *nods*
Which could mean that between Viggo, White Wing, and TJ: could be nothing left.
I found a new site that seems to have done some fair research, but is Christian-centered, possibly just European-centered. http://www.behindthename.com/ My name has two possible sources so I'm a bit amused. My last name had no entry for it! *lol*
Yes, the Far Rider icon. It's lovely.
Distracted you for a long time, eh? What a nice way of saying I'm a bit long winded. *lol*
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