#floating wip

[theoriginalladya]

X Sentence Sunday/Floating WIP

Thank you to the lovely @ghostxofxartemis for tagging me!  

Okay, because I did absolutely no writing yesterday whatsoever, I’m grabbing the last thing I worked on the day before (the story inspired by your prompt ghost!) - some more of Rhys’ adventure coming up.  Very rough draft, but makes me giggle far too much not to share.  

(HOW HAVE I NOT WRITTEN THESE TWO BEFORE???)

Setting: Citadel on the way to Mindoir.  ME2.  

Tagging my pal in all things Wyoming who had a special request for some part of Rhys’ story - @maxrev - I got it in there! :D  We’ll see if it sticks around here or relocates to later in the story, but it’s there, and considering Kaidan’s reaction, 1000000% sure it’ll stay somewhere! lol

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“I can’t believe I let you talk me into this,” Kaidan mutters as they exit Paernan’s. 

Rhys’s chuckle flows from the left.  “You have a pattern, you know?”

“Shut up.”

A soft snicker echoes.  “What?  You do.”  Rhys bumps his shoulder to Kaidan’s.  “I talked you into it before easily enough, as I recall.”

The two men find their way to the  station in time to catch the next transport back to the docks.  Kaidan carries two bags containing boots, jeans and a more appropriate shirt, while Rhys carries the hat.  

“We are not in Wyoming!”

An inelegant snort escapes Rhys’ lips this time.  “Close enough.”  A knowing grin spreads across his face immediately afterward.  “Could be worse.”

Kaidan shudders, enough of a response to let Rhys knows he remembers that, too.  “Don’t.”

Rhys ignores him, savoring the bubbles of laughter building in his chest.  “Paernan could’ve had that Wrangler sign.”

“Rhys!” There is more than just a hint of warning in the hiss.  

Rhys’ grin remains in place as he leans in.  After a decade and nearly a half now, he knows where the lines are; this is not one of them just yet.  In a voice just loud enough for Kaidan to hear, he recites, “Wrangler butts drive me nuts!”

Kaidan’s head snaps around, their eyes meeting and holding.  His hands filled with bags, Kaidan reaches out to retaliate in the only way he can – by toying with their biotic fields.  It’s rough, dirty, and leaves Rhys just a bit dizzy in the end because it is such an unexpected move for such a stickler for rules and integrity … but he doesn’t mind and his grin remains despite it.  At the same time, he notices a slight darkening of the man’s cheeks; Kaidan can protest all he likes, but Rhys knows one thing, deep down, he enjoys it.  A hint of a twitch at the corner of his lips only reinforces that.  

[theoriginalladya]

Floating WIP

I was tagged by @painterofhorizons for this.  Thank you!!! <3   Anyone else have a WIP to share?  Consider yourself tagged and tag me back so I can see it as well, please!

Let me see...  let’s try a bit of Lachlan Shepard this time.  This is set on Eden Prime, but varies from the game.  Kaidan Alenko is the only one left from his squad and he runs into Ashley Williams and someone unexpected ...

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The battle that ensues is bizarre by any Alliance standards.  Walking, ‘talking,’ flashlights armed with assault rifles?  What the hell?  Kaidan falls back on technical attacks as much as possible, supplemented by his pistol. His companion unloads their assault rifle into the same one, however, and within seconds the first is brought down. Before they can turn to deal with the second, a loud bellowing roaring cry crosses the clearing … in a language all too familiar to Kaidan’s ears.  Dumbfounded, he stares in disbelief as a human in black armor, marked with two white stripes to either side of a red one on his right arm, flies in from above.  His arrival surprises all three of them – Kaidan, the marine and the walking flashlight – giving the newcomer an advantage, and the enemy is soon dealt with.  

It takes a second or two for the rush of adrenaline to settle at which point Kaidan glances over at the marine next to him, catching her attention in the process.  “You okay?”

She nods, breath raspy as she tries to calm. “Y-yes, sir!”

“Good.  Stay here, I’ll be right back.”  He heads over to the other soldier now standing over the dead flashlight, but his interest is less medical than incredulity when he arrives.  “Sgurr Uaran?  Really?”

Lachlan Shepard returns his rifle to his loadout harness with a casual shrug, but his usual engaging smile is firmly in place. “What else do you expect a MacRae to shout in the heat of battle?”

“Maybe nothing?”  Kaidan rolls his eyes, assured that the man is all right despite his unexpected arrival on the scene and starts walking back to the marine. Lachlan follows.  “I mean, you were trying to be stealthy, weren’t you?”

The faintest hint of amusement frames the reply. “Do you really want an answer to that?”

Kaidan sighs.  “As hard as you are on my sanity?  Probably not.”

[theoriginalladya]

Floating Day WIP

I was tagged by @painterofhorizons - thank you!  Tagging anyone who would like to participate!

This is from a chapter that’s been taking forever to edit, but I’ll hopefully get done no later than Monday.  Have a bit of ShepShep ...  

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[Jane] wasn’t about to let the other woman have her back if she had doubts.  “Do we have a problem?”

Ashley’s gaze fell upon a fallen Cerberus trooper about ten feet from them before shifting to Jane.  She pressed her fingers to her temple, at which point she replied to Jane without looking her in the eyes, “Look, I know you aren’t with them anymore –.”

Jane bit back a growl and pinched the bridge of her nose. “I never was with them, Ashley, not really,” she insisted.  “They brought me back; they told me about the Collectors.  At the time, we wanted the same thing and no one else was doing anything about it.”  

“Yeah, I get that, but look at it from my perspective.”  Ashley shifted on her feet.  “You were dead wtih a capital D.  The way I was raised?  That’s about as ‘end of story’ as you can get.  I mean, last time I checked, death isn’t something that can be cured like cancer or chicken pox.”

The circular arguments were irritating, to say the least, and Jane was getting tired of them.  No matter how they turned up, with whom, or when, she always found herself on the defensive as a result.  “It isn’t like I planned this or anything!  I never asked to be brought back!”