Angst, Fluff, and Inferno

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This entry is part 48 of 51 in the series 365 Challenge
Let's take the third first. Overhauling the story from inferno, aka "Dowse and Bleed," left me feeling drained and exhausted, but it's out to beta and may she not find any more structural issues that need addressing. For that matter, may I not!

On angst: I write a lot of it. I know that. I've

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Seven Days Ficlet: What You Don’t Know

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Connor stared at Wesley, then started chuckling. “You’ve got it bad.”

“I can’t,” Wesley reminded him, exasperated. It was the strangest feeling to know this stranger he met two days ago was his twin brother and best friend. How could that not extend to someone he knew even less? “I don’t even remember her.”

Connor rolled his eyes. “Wesley. You and I both know you don’t have to remember.”

Wesley stayed silent.

“Don’t tell me you’re not plotting to sneak over there first chance you get.”

Wesley opened his mouth to protest, then realized abruptly that Connor was startlingly right.

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Re: Seven Days Ficlet: What You Don’t Know

[thecatisacritic]

Hehe.

Brothers. :)

Even if one of them doesn't have a memory.

Could use more of these two, too.

Re: Seven Days Ficlet: What You Don’t Know

[scribble_myname]

Any specifics? :bats eyelashes:

Re: Seven Days Ficlet: What You Don’t Know

[thecatisacritic]

Um... food fight?

Or... well, I had thought "strangers" but that took it toward angst since it made me think of how hard it must be to not know who a twin/brother was and for one that does remember to see his brother not remembering him.

Seven Days Ficlet: Of Seeds and Men

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Eight-year-old Connor grinned when he saw a whole ‘nother packet of tomato seeds. He weighed beefsteaks against romas and decided on the beefsteak.

But when he turned around, he saw his twin brother Wesley, busily sprinkling seeds into the tomato patch.

“Hey! That’s where the tomatoes go!” Connor barreled over to stop Wesley from ruining it.

Wesley sat back on his heels and said politely-and stubbornly, “I like onions.”

Connor sighed and slapped his forehead. “We have enough onions already.”

Wesley thought about that, then upended the rest of his seed packet into the earth.

Connor stared, then: “Mom!”

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Re: Seven Days Ficlet: Of Seeds and Men

[thecatisacritic]

I'd rather have tomatoes, personally.

Lol. The brothers are cute, though.

Re: Seven Days Ficlet: Of Seeds and Men

[scribble_myname]

I prefer tomatoes myself, but Wesley... :grins:

Re: Seven Days Ficlet: Of Seeds and Men

[thecatisacritic]

He's a bit odd with his love of onions, but we like him anyway.

Seven Days Ficlet: Technically Strangers

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“Mom.” Connor stood on his tiptoes to look over the countertop at his mom. She was baking a pie, but after everything they just learned about Wesley, he had to interrupt her often to ask questions.

“Yes, Connor?” Mom was still cheerful and loving. She always made time for both of them.

“Can Wesley ever talk to strangers?” he asked. “I know I can’t, but...”

“Oh, sweetie.” Mom reached out and touched his cheek. “You’re not a stranger. No matter what.”

Connor nodded and admitted, “Well, I was really hoping he could talk to the ice cream man for me...”

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Re: Seven Days Ficlet: Technically Strangers

[thecatisacritic]

Lol. The boys are funny and sweet.

He didn't even think of them as strangers.

Re: Seven Days Ficlet: Technically Strangers

[scribble_myname]

I love the innocence of children. And these two love each other too much to even consider such a thing. Thanks for the prompt. When you gave it to me, I thought, somehow let's make this not angsty because it's too precious to skip.

Re: Seven Days Ficlet: Technically Strangers

[thecatisacritic]

Yeah, they do. It's nice, and I love that their bond is still that strong even despite what Wesley is going through.

I'm glad you didn't skip that prompt.