#teaser stuff

[diverging-lives]

Got a few ideas to share for my police friend group consisting of Jonas, Johnny, Dave, and Rupert.

I want to slowly expand more on them if circumstances are in my favor.

[baddecisionsmakegoodstoriesinten]

More age of resistance stuff

[baddecisionsmakegoodstoriesinten]

More age of resistance stuff

[diverging-lives]

Got a lot of ideas in store! It will take a while to slowly work each of on them before I start releasing them to the public.

[tpkatastrophy]

I’m just reading this old fic [that I’ll never post because holy shit] detailing Adrian’s first time seeing a bicycle and everything and I’m just cackling.

Flinching, Adrian grabbed a comb and ran it through his hair a few times, before nearly flying down the stairs and running outside.  He walked over to Chey, nervously rubbing his hands, when he notice the bicycle near the fence.  "What is that thing?" he asked curiously.   Cheyne proudly walked over to the contraption and stood it up.  "They call it a bi-cycle.  It's only a prototype though, my uncle sent it ta me from Paris.   'M still having trouble tryin' ta ride it."   Adrian just looked on in awe.  "Yer so lucky, it looks amazing..." "Bah, yer just saying that."  Chey scoffed as he straddled the bike.  "Walk with me?" Nodding, Adrian and Chey began the short journey to the glen, which was a small forest near the edge of the O'Neill's farm, where soft grasses and moss grew, and the fay were rumored to appear.  The two of them went there often, chasing fairy tales in their youth, but lately they would just go there to be alone...together.   The trip was silent, until Adrian notice the basket on the back of Chey's bike.  "Chey...what's that for?" he asked, a bit apprehensive. "Oh, tha'?"  Chey stopped, looking back at the basket for a moment, before giving Adrian a big grin.  "Just some food and things.  I didn't know how long we'd be out fer."   Adrian stopped as well, looking a bit guilty.  Food was a precious commodity nowadays.  Thankfully Gilford hadn't been hit too hard with the famine as of yet.  "You brought food for me?  Chey, you didn' have to waste--" Chey cut him off, grabbing Adrian's arm to get his attention.  "Stop.  Yer not a waste to me, Adrian.  I was happy ta bring some food for us."  He said with a serious tone, releasing the taller boy's arm.  He then smiled and continued towards the glen, at a quicker pace.  "You are too skinny anyways!"  He called back to him.   Adrian's face was nearly as red as his hair, as he swallowed his nervousness and smiled genuinely back at the older lad.  He began to jog along side the bike, his long legs making it easy for him to keep pace.  

I don’t know if I’ll ever get to posting anything big about Adrian’s life.  :P