Rachel kneels in the garden, a small hoe in one hand and dirt streaked across her cheek. She smiles to herself at the sound of hooves in the distance, horses thundering towards home like they’re just as eager as their riders.
She uproots another yellowed tomato plant; the soil’s still slightly damp from the last rainstorm. They’ve been gone almost a month, making nice with the locals and establishing that Jackson is their town now and Generals Matheson and Monroe are retired, but not dead. They’re still not to be fucked with.But now they’re home and none of that matters. Sure, she’s going to quiz them relentlessly later and they’ll begrudgingly
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I'm not big on the three going domestic, but I like the picture you're painting, I really like how you write the three of them and how Rachel and Bass will never be able to relax around each other, because it feels true to them.
Thanks! I have a twisted little fantasy of the three of them holed up together and starting fresh. It borders on cracky but every now and then it's just too delicious. ;P The best part of domestic for me is absolutely playing with the Rass dynamic - its impossible to fathom a world where they are totally comfortable with each other but they're also disturbingly codependent at times.
I just feel like the three domesticated is like neutering them, it might be a nice fantasy for a while, but for me, it wouldn't work out without lots of side adventures. These three aren't built for staying put and inaction, they're do-ers. I absolutely love the dynamic you write of Rachel and the boys, it always feels plausible to me and I can picture it happening.
Oh they would definitely be so antsy! It's hard to fathom, I agree. Which is probably how the Republic got out of hand in the first place: the boys just can't sit still. They're conquerors (that feels overly generous - they're more like little boys playing army, but.)
I absolutely love the dynamic you write of Rachel and the boys, it always feels plausible to me and I can picture it happening.
Thanks! It's just impossible for me to separate them at this point. Even when I write Rachel with one or the other, there's always an undercurrent of the third person. They're so tied up in each other.
"Which is probably how the Republic got out of hand in the first place: the boys just can't sit still. They're conquerors (that feels overly generous - they're more like little boys playing army, but.)"
LOL, the Republic got out of hand because the boys were bored, yup, seems likely. *g* That and they suck at running a Republic.
Note: There's a longer, more description/introspection heavy version of this here. Geosmin and palmitic acid are some of the chemical compounds that make it smell like rain. Yes, I had to google that. Also, this is the closest I've come to 500 words in like my last three fills!
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Rachel kneels in the garden, a small hoe in one hand and dirt streaked across her cheek. She smiles to herself at the sound of hooves in the distance, horses thundering towards home like they’re just as eager as their riders.
She uproots another yellowed tomato plant; the soil’s still slightly damp from the last rainstorm. They’ve been gone almost a month, making nice with the locals and establishing that Jackson is their town now and Generals Matheson and Monroe are retired, but not dead. They’re still not to be fucked with.But now they’re home and none of that matters. Sure, she’s going to quiz them relentlessly later and they’ll begrudgingly ( ... )
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I absolutely love the dynamic you write of Rachel and the boys, it always feels plausible to me and I can picture it happening.
Thanks! It's just impossible for me to separate them at this point. Even when I write Rachel with one or the other, there's always an undercurrent of the third person. They're so tied up in each other.
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LOL, the Republic got out of hand because the boys were bored, yup, seems likely. *g* That and they suck at running a Republic.
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