🌗 🚌 I'd love the hear about both <3
I'll do 🚌 first because I wrote a little more after the last ask!
But the relative quiet doesn’t last, chatter from the tables around her picking up. She looks up to find Hen looking at her, expression warm but inquisitive. Hen bumps her shoulder against the quiet man next to her, who looks up from his lasagna. “Eddie, this is Maddie, she came back from New York with Chimney.” Eddie doesn’t seem to have much to say to that - he seems younger, newer, though the quirk of his lips and the keenness in his eyes make it clear he’s waiting to see where this is all heading. Hen opens her mouth again, but Bobby slides into his seat and clears his throat. She has to thank him later, for directing the conversation towards Chim, asking him about his time off. The Chim she met at the [Greyhound stop] is the same one that shows its face here - a seasoned comedian with a quip to match every story, and a joke to steer every discussion to somewhere light-hearted. Hen matches him beat for beat, falling into an easy teasing and keeping him on his toes with a single arched eyebrow. Eddie is definitely the new guy, eyes constantly moving between everyone in a way but smiling at each bite he takes. She’s probably the same, though all the noises of the table turn into a bubbling brook as she eats way too fast and way too much, an older hunger suddenly rearing its head.
Square brackets my beloved - I've been writing this so long that I can't remember where they met 🤦🏽♂️
Okay, Clegan fic 💀 So I stalled when it started getting even vaguely smutty, so this is taking a little bit longer to write 😅
"Was looking all you wanted to do, Gale?" Even hidden from the light, the silhouette of John's face is as clear as day, insecurity bubbling under the surface and breaking through his voice. What did he want? What could he do? In the face of death and darkness and pin-drop silence, he decides. "No." The word tolls out loud, no longer confined to the inside of his head. Maybe John is the moon too, his grin wide and toothy and brilliant, illuminated by the joy he feels radiating from his skin. He wants to taste it. So he does. John's started moving too but he's quicker, hands coming up to grip John's neck and guide that smile against his own smirk. He tastes golden, a million dollars, like robbing a bank and driving into the sunset.
It only gets better/worse, but have at it 😁
Make me write game