4, 13, and 25 for the authors ask? ❤
4) I answered number 4 here, but the short, tl;dr is Abby because she’s so layered and dynamic.
13) Your strengths as an author
Characters! I always knew I had fun writing and coming up with characters and backstories, but especially since I’ve been writing and sharing fic I’ve realized that that is actually a huge strength of mine. I thought people would HATE Abby. The fact that people love Abby and find her relatable I think is a testament to my characterizations. I thought she’d be off-putting to people or too much of a disaster. Instead there’s a crazy amount of love for her as flawed as she is and that just…makes me soooo happy. I’m really thrilled that her layers and complexities came across well to everyone, and I’m insanely proud that that’s how people see her. Yaaaaay!
25) copy/paste a few sentences or a short paragraph that you’re particularly proud of
Ok I shared some of Moments Passed so now let’s share some Abby/Rylen. Just Like Heaven with maybe the funniest scene/banter I’ve EVER written or will EVER be able to write again. Rylen needing a suppository medicine to help with his lyrium withdrawal.
“This should keep you from getting sick so you can hold in some water, you’re – you’re really dehydrated, I’m worried you’re – you could -” her voice cracked and she cleared her throat. “I need your permission first – well, and I guess your help.”
“Anything to help this blasted ache in my head, lass,” he moaned. Everything was spinning again, he still felt so hot.
“Uh – so, one of my coworkers is studying to be a nurse, and I asked her for these – they’re heavy duty, they’ll stop you from vomiting all the time, which is – what we want,” she sounded nervous, like she was rambling. “The thing is they’re – um – they’re – suppositories.”
“They’re what lass? Speak Common.”
“I speak English, moron,” she sighed. “So it’s Phenergan, suppositories, they’re – they’re,” she took a deep breath and clenched her eyes shut, “it means you take them – you put them in your ass.”
For a moment he thought he misheard her and he quirked an eyebrow, waiting to see if she explained further. But at his silence she peeked one eye open to look at him, as if she was scared of his reaction.
“In – surely you’re having a go, lass,” he chuckled softly.
She heaved a sigh and arched her neck, closing her eyes. “Trust me I wish I was,” she groaned. “Can we just – get this over with? I either do this or deal with you dying on my sofa -”
“You’re damn near close,” she snapped, shooting him a withering glare before she tugged her trembling bottom lip between her teeth. “Now please, roll over.”
He stared at her for only a moment more before he did as she asked, the sight of her looking so concerned over him tugging at something inside of him. The motion of rolling over made the room spin again, and he clenched his eyes shut. He felt torn between giddiness and nausea, wanting to laugh or simply sleep.
She tugged at the waistband of his soft pants until they were below his ass and he heard her sigh.
“Oh come now, Abby, you’ve seen it once already,” he muttered. “Unless that was a sigh of appreciation?”
“Do I get a kiss before you stick your finger up my bum? After all, that’s common courtesy -”
“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me -”
“Be gentle with me, lass, it’s my first time -”
“Damn it, Rylen – could you be serious?”
He laughed and rolled his head to the side so he could look at her, and he raised his eyebrows when he saw how flushed and flustered she was. “Why, Abby, I didn’t take you for a bashful lass.”
“You’re the fucking worst, maybe I should let you die on my sofa,” she ground out.
“You wouldn’t do that to someone under your care,” he teased. “Especially not when you can’t stop staring at my bum -”
“Fucking Christ,” she breathed, biting her bottom lip until it was white, as if she was trying to keep herself from retorting.
“I’m just trying to make you more comfortable,” he assured her with a weak bark of laughter.
“By flirting with me while I have my finger up your ass?”
“When else should I do it?”
“I hate you,” she turned her glare back at him, but her eyes were searching his face, her brows furrowed with what looked like concern and not anger.
“No you don’t, lass,” he told her softly, reaching down to pull his pants back up so that he could roll back onto his side.
