Fudge Ripple, Trail Mix and Chopped Nut Pockies with a Cherry
Story: Timeless { backstory | index }
Title: Twitch
Rating: PG (cursing)
Challenge: Fudge Ripple #16: suspicion, Trail Mix #28: dressing room
Toppings/Extras: pocky
Wordcount: 100
Summary: When Horatio Newson is nervous, it’s never a good sign.
Notes: I’m attempting a pocky. BtS challenge!
Horatio Newson looked nervous. This was never good.
“What’s happened?” Adele asked wearily. He wouldn’t stop twitching. He clutched an ivory-handled gun in one hand.
“Get black ops to the dressing room on 1-97,” he said, before shivering somewhat. “There’s been an accident.”
Adele couldn’t help but stare at his gun.
“What... sort of accident?”
“Jesus Christ, what is this, the Spanish Inquisition?” Newson suddenly flared up, eyes wild. “For fuck’s sake, just do what you’re fucking told! I’m your fucking boss and you will do what I tell you!”
“Yes, sir,” Adele finally said, with a touch of uncertainty.
Story: Timeless { backstory | index }
Title: Roll in the Hay
Rating: G/PG
Challenge: Trail Mix #18: barn/stable
Toppings/Extras: pocky, chopped nuts, cherry (present tense)
Wordcount: 100
Summary: Edward Ashdown makes a personal discovery.
Notes: AU because Ashdown is in tons of denial for years and years. If only he’d realised sooner, it would have saved him one hell of a screwed-up marriage.
It’s lips and fingers and hands. These are kisses, not like the farcical shams he’s encountered before. It’s stubble and smell and it’s so much... more. Great liquid rivers of emotion wider than the world-such sensation! He’s never felt it before, although he’s suspected...
Perhaps it’s a cliché, but the head groomsman in his stables is handsome and rough and has big calm hands: and suddenly it’s right. He’s not doing anything ridiculous-just a kiss-only a kiss.
It explains some things and he’s not sure what to do about it, but he certainly doesn’t want to stop.