#para:rhett

[soledad-archer]

Moving Forward || Fight Club

Graduation had come and gone and Sol had been told that Rhett was okay and she was safe but they hadn’t really been able to talk and see each other. Now they were supposed to be moving in together. She had been off the train for a day and Sol was incredibly nervous to see Rhett again. She had no idea what was going to happen and she had been in such a dark place since Rhett had run away. Before she went in she caught Rhett outside and asked, “Hey could we go talk somewhere in private?” Her heart hurt when she had finally gotten the chance to see her again. She was upset and angry at both her and the universe but she was struggling with the fact that it wasn’t necessarily Rhett’s fault.

@fu-imrhett

[soledad-archer]

Touch Starved || Rhett and Sol

She couldn’t hide the bit of shock she felt at Rhett holding her hand. She had been so awful to her and now Rhett was being so nice which made Sol feel guilty. She also hated how much she enjoyed the feeling of Rhett’s warm hand in hers. It had been a long while since she had been held like Rhett had as Sol broke down about Grant. “Yeah the food here is so good. I always miss it during break and I’m going to miss that the most after I leave.” Sol felt happy in the familiar kitchen. It was helpful to help get her mind off of the Owlery and who was there. Sol saw some kitchen shears and got an idea. “I want to cut my hair. I need to cut my hair now. Do you have scissors?” She didn’t want to use the kitchen ones. Sol grabbed some chocolate and started to munch on it as she thought about how to cut her hair. Maybe it was out of grief or shock but she needed a change.

@fu-imrhett

[soledad-archer]

Practice || Fight Club

It still gave her butterflies when she saw Rhett but she was trying to keep her head on her shoulders. Practicing with Rhett now that they were girlfriends would help prepare her for their inevitable game against each other. Plus it was nice to have someone to practice with who wasn’t just her teammates. “Hey Rhett.” Sol was all smiles as she greeted her with a hug. She wasn’t sure if they should be kissing on the field it felt sacrilegious. “Ready to feel sore?” It wasn’t a good practice if Sol could still feel her limbs after.

@fu-imrhett

[fearless-jessie-franco]

The Prodigal Son || Jett

Jessie stood in the Stroll, empty and quiet in the early morning, save for the sounds of the shipments being unloaded out back. The urge to go help, to slip off his jacket, toss it behind the bar and roll up his sleeves - just get back to work, to a routine - were overwhelming. But instead, he stood stock still, as though made of stone, his eyes riveted on the stage as he recalled his last night in the place. 

It seemed so long ago now, though he recalled it like it had happened only last night.

He heard the door to the back of the building slam, echoing in the empty hall and finally moved, tearing his gaze away from stage to look towards the bar, still facing away from the man he had come to see.

"I hope you haven't been putting Sophie on the same shift as Warren, those two bicker more than an old married couple." He called, his hands balled into fists in his pockets.

He knew he should have seen Rhett sooner, called him even, but he couldn't chance it. And he had promised Evey that he would be back to her  - he couldn't make her wait like that, not any longer than he had to. Rhett...Rhett would understand. 

[fearless-jessie-franco]

Bruises & Brandy || Jett

Jessie's fists were raised and elbows tucked in as he and Rhett circled each other, each waiting for the other to strike.

"You sure you up for another round, old man?" Jessie taunted, sweat sticking his shirt to his torso. His words hit home as the older man chuckled and jabbed out quickly. Jessie swatted the arm aside, but that was apparently Rhett's intention as his gloved fist connected with Jessie's side.

Gasping for breath Jessie threw his arms back up as Rhett began an onslaught of blows, his shoulder twinging  as he protected his face and torso as best he could. Leaning down, he made himself as small as he could before rabbit punching Rhett in the stomach and pushing him back. 

[sophia-mcreary]

Family Doesn't End With Blood || Kelleary

"No, Sophie, please, you can't be back here." Jessie sighed exasperatedly as he watched the short red head move around behind the bar. It was like watching a bloodhound sniff out a foul as she reappeared with a bottle of dark amber liquid.

"How the hell did you even-" The tall brunette asked as the Irish woman poured herself a glass of whiskey and sipped it before looking at it appreciatively. 

"Aidan's got a similar setup." She nodded, glancing up at the younger Franco brother. "Calm down Caveman," She grinned. "I'm here to see your boss."

Jessie frowned at her, the thought to physically remove her from behind the counter rather tantalizing before he shook the thought from his head. That would no doubt only get him in trouble.

"I can't leave you back here." He huffed.

"How's about this?" Sophie suggested, gesturing with her glass. "Ya go get your boss, and I promise I'll get out from behind the bar." She swore, arching an eyebrow.

They held each others gaze for a long moment, neither one wanting to look away before Jessie thankfully heard the door to Rhett's office open.

"Hey, boss!" Jessie called, not taking his eyes from Sophie. "You got a visitor!"

Sophie's eyes sparkled mischievously. It had been years since she had seen Rhett Kelly, but his name had come up enough times that he was a hard man to forget. It had taken her longer than she would have liked to discover his presence in Montford, but the moment she had she made plans to visit the man. 

After all, he had always given the best piggy back rides.