Challenge #7: Recc myself before I wreck myself
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rathany)
Challenge #7
Promote/Rec/Sing the Praises* of Yourself! Leave a comment in this post saying you did it. Include a link to your post if you feel comfortable doing so.
Yeah, so I like my own writing, it's true. I think the best thing I have posted is Hedge, which is Mag7, Chris/Vin. Seriously, I have a lot of stuff written, I just post about as often as Fox News posts something true, valid, and refreshing.
Well, maybe a little more often than that - no, that is probably the best comparison.
Here is something I wrote years ago and have yet to post the story it's from. It's also Mag7, and I just like it, but then, I really like my own writing. I fail the Kill your darlings school of thought.
***
Chris turned in his seat to look at Vin and Ezra. Both were staring out the window at the building. Vin looked to want to take it down stone by stone. Ezra, out of long habit perhaps, betrayed none of his thoughts.
This has to be said, Chris told himself. Someone has to say it.
"Ezra."
Ezra turned his head from the window, but Chris suddenly wondered if maybe he hadn't been looking out.
"You need to make a decision," Chris told him. There was no response. Hell. He didn't like talking his own situation with Vin, and he'd only put up hearing that there was something between Buck and Ezra because Buck couldn't help but talk, but to talk about ...this ... with Ezra, who looked like he was quitting his usual nuance and subtlety, all his god-damned charm just to, to, to what? To make Chris squirm? Chris wouldn't put it past him.
Hell.
It still needed to be said, and Jeremy had just gained good traction, so they were going to be in the courtyard of this butcher shop in less than a minute and it still needed to be said.
"You know what's going to happen," he went on despite Ezra's neutral stare and Vin's set jaw. Jeremy was looking angry himself but then he had six other people to worry about.
"Buck is going to reach a point where he no longer has a choice," he said, feeling like he was starting again and again. "If you two are still doing this when that happens, he's not going to be able to leave."
Buck had shoveled soiled hay and horseshit alongside Chris while he tried to tell Chris about Cleveland, and Chris had to admit Buck's confusion was a sign that this was serious. "You'll figure it out," he'd said. But that was back when Buck had a choice in the matter, and if Buck knew that choice would become mandatory, would he want to stay? Hell, would Ezra want to stick around for all this? Fair's fair, and it wouldn't just be about what was right at that point but about life and death.
Jeremy had parked and turned off the engine. They sat under the one light, the darkness of the courtyard made complete by the pouring rain. They were parked about ten feet from a covered corridor that had only the most basic and eerie of lights slung along the top.
This had to be said now, it had to be said before they saw Buck, and Chris kept telling himself that to force himself to plow ahead.
"And if it's not what you want long-term, you need to get out now --"
"Would it be possible," Ezra said with all the bone-weary irritation he could muster, "to take a moment to simply be happy that he's alive? Perhaps, Mister Larabee, we could pause and give thanks, I believe we have at least time to do that.
"And at some time after that," he continued, undoing his seatbelt and opening the door, "we will be certain to inform you of any decisions that are vital to your well-being. Until such time, Chris, might I suggest you find something else to occupy your thoughts?"
With that he got out and shut the door behind him, and walked to the corridor, not hurrying out of the rain nor checking for puddles on the stone pavers.
Chris listened to the rain clatter on the roof.
rathany)
Challenge #7
Promote/Rec/Sing the Praises* of Yourself! Leave a comment in this post saying you did it. Include a link to your post if you feel comfortable doing so.
Yeah, so I like my own writing, it's true. I think the best thing I have posted is Hedge, which is Mag7, Chris/Vin. Seriously, I have a lot of stuff written, I just post about as often as Fox News posts something true, valid, and refreshing.
Well, maybe a little more often than that - no, that is probably the best comparison.
Here is something I wrote years ago and have yet to post the story it's from. It's also Mag7, and I just like it, but then, I really like my own writing. I fail the Kill your darlings school of thought.
***
Chris turned in his seat to look at Vin and Ezra. Both were staring out the window at the building. Vin looked to want to take it down stone by stone. Ezra, out of long habit perhaps, betrayed none of his thoughts.
This has to be said, Chris told himself. Someone has to say it.
"Ezra."
Ezra turned his head from the window, but Chris suddenly wondered if maybe he hadn't been looking out.
"You need to make a decision," Chris told him. There was no response. Hell. He didn't like talking his own situation with Vin, and he'd only put up hearing that there was something between Buck and Ezra because Buck couldn't help but talk, but to talk about ...this ... with Ezra, who looked like he was quitting his usual nuance and subtlety, all his god-damned charm just to, to, to what? To make Chris squirm? Chris wouldn't put it past him.
Hell.
It still needed to be said, and Jeremy had just gained good traction, so they were going to be in the courtyard of this butcher shop in less than a minute and it still needed to be said.
"You know what's going to happen," he went on despite Ezra's neutral stare and Vin's set jaw. Jeremy was looking angry himself but then he had six other people to worry about.
"Buck is going to reach a point where he no longer has a choice," he said, feeling like he was starting again and again. "If you two are still doing this when that happens, he's not going to be able to leave."
Buck had shoveled soiled hay and horseshit alongside Chris while he tried to tell Chris about Cleveland, and Chris had to admit Buck's confusion was a sign that this was serious. "You'll figure it out," he'd said. But that was back when Buck had a choice in the matter, and if Buck knew that choice would become mandatory, would he want to stay? Hell, would Ezra want to stick around for all this? Fair's fair, and it wouldn't just be about what was right at that point but about life and death.
Jeremy had parked and turned off the engine. They sat under the one light, the darkness of the courtyard made complete by the pouring rain. They were parked about ten feet from a covered corridor that had only the most basic and eerie of lights slung along the top.
This had to be said now, it had to be said before they saw Buck, and Chris kept telling himself that to force himself to plow ahead.
"And if it's not what you want long-term, you need to get out now --"
"Would it be possible," Ezra said with all the bone-weary irritation he could muster, "to take a moment to simply be happy that he's alive? Perhaps, Mister Larabee, we could pause and give thanks, I believe we have at least time to do that.
"And at some time after that," he continued, undoing his seatbelt and opening the door, "we will be certain to inform you of any decisions that are vital to your well-being. Until such time, Chris, might I suggest you find something else to occupy your thoughts?"
With that he got out and shut the door behind him, and walked to the corridor, not hurrying out of the rain nor checking for puddles on the stone pavers.
Chris listened to the rain clatter on the roof.