Writing like this was once a joywhich came easily and early, excitedly, freelyas Christmas morning’s new toydreamed and hoped for, wished, ideally;
with Pollyannaish tones on paradewords dancing and gliding, mating and meetinglike the way of a man with a maida romance and affair, tender, fleeting;
now lonely lines trouble the mindpages toneless and joyless, lifeless, pointlesswondering wordless…
I’m sorry for anyone who might be waiting for a prompt fill (and their birthday stories (I haven’t forgotten you!)). My brain hasn’t quieted down enough for me to concentrate for longer than five to ten minutes.
This is another little thingy written for @toydreamer‘s AU. Written during the five minutes I could focus. I hope you enjoy it!
Jesse clamped his hands across his ears and forced every bone in his body to lock up tight because otherwise he would have stormed into the examination room adjacent to Angela's office. A glance to his side showed him that Hanzo didn't fare any better. His face held the carefully controlled calmness that made their enemies run for their lives.
Soba and Udon had flashed in and out of existence for over an hour by now. They reacted to Hanzo's mood and the air around them crackled with electricity. Time crawled by and Jesse's restlessness grew with every passing second. He had run through every possible and impossible Blackwatch maneouver they had ever carried just to keep his mind occupied.
Finally, after what seemed like hours, the door to the examination room opened and Angela stepped outside. In her arms she held a very red-faced and exhausted little bundle wrapped in Jesse's blue serape. Behind her Lucio tried and failed to soothe the other little boy.
"They're both healthy, other than the obvious issue," she looked down at the little boy in her arms. "I took some blood samples to try and figure out what reaction caused this."
Jesse nodded silently. He knew that she only did her work yet his words would have been merciless. Instead he reached out to pluck Jack from her arms when it he started to wriggle around and made grabby hands in Jesse's direction.
Once he was out of Angela's hands he burried his face against Jesse's chest and gradually calmed down again. Hanzo, who had stepped closer to him after a moment, took a much quieter but still sniffling Gabe from Lucio.
"Thank you, Angela," Hanzo re-adjusted his grip and pulled the black serape firmly around Gabriel. Jesse still didn't know why they kept grabbing at his serapes instead of the blankets that had been provided. Maybe it was the smell?
"I don't know how long it will take," she bit her lip and Jesse sighed. He had no right to be frustrated.
"We'll take care of them," he rumbled, when Jack wrapped his tiny arms around his neck. "We're just one big family, aren't we?" Angela smiled weakly. She looked tired but determinded.
"We'll find a way to get them back to being snarky old men and until then? We'll make sure they have a childhood to remember."
Doujima SG 2018 is finally over!
I would like to thank everyone who came down to support not only me but my beloved friends @toydreamer and @icucw as well!
This year was fun and I got to catch up with old friends and even made new friends too!
I'm really warmed and appreciate the love you guys gave me!
I will continue doing my best to be more productive and keep improving in my art journey~
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Title: Businesses with Incorrect Names
Author: Tye (AO3)
Fic Rating: T
Fic Warnings: Minor character death, embalming and other funerary practices.
Summary: There are no sons at Amari and Sons Funeral Home. Only Gabriel Reyes, the undertaker who's hoping to inherit the business when his boss retires.
There is no Marsiglia at Marsiglia and Morrison Floral. Only Jack Morrison, the florist who's struggling to keep his business afloat after his partner's departure.
Two lonely men have a chance encounter on a rainy night.
Summary: Gabriel's world has always been grey. But a chance rainy day puts him in front of Morrison's flowers, where Jack, the florist, brings colours into his life and teaches him what it means to live - even if Gabriel has to defy his mother to do so.
Writing like this was once a joywhich came easily and early, excitedly, freelyas Christmas morning’s new toydreamed and hoped for, wished, ideally;
with Pollyannaish tones on paradewords dancing and gliding, mating and meetinglike the way of a man with a maida romance and affair, tender, fleeting;
now lonely lines trouble the mindpages toneless and joyless, lifeless, pointlesswondering wordless…
Toy Room progress Day 2 💕 Today I focused on unpacking & getting the magical girl items out💕 I also finished a petite chara cube, arranged a few random toys, and started a sale bin ☺️💕 #vintagemylittlepony #vintagetoycollector #toycollector #toystagram #mylittleponyg1 #sailormoon #shelvesofwhimsy #toyroom #kawaii #toydreams #anime https://www.instagram.com/p/Bncz5Kfn5Bd/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=ridllq8s4uj9