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I *WILL* get around to answering every ask -- just maybe not all within the same calendar year...
Today was a pretty good writing day. I've got almost 1k words so far, for the first draft of a fill for a Tumblr request meme I posted back in April. I feel so guilty not addressing those asks, and finally doing so (at least one of them) is such a relief.
It's a Transistor fic involving pre-relationship Red and Blue.
Auden stood, as usual, in the shadows, arms crossed, leaning against the wall. He scanned the wings of the stage and the empty auditorium for any suspicious activity or individuals and, if Red glanced toward him quickly enough, she could catch him watching her, too.
She wondered if these rehearsals bored him; if listening to her run through the same part of the same song for almost an hour grated on his nerves. If so, he never admitted it. In fact, he greeted her as a coach would as she walked off stage, offering compliments and encouragement with that same disarming smile she'd noticed when they'd first met.
He'd been working as her personal security detail for nearly two months now, and she still knew precious little about him beyond his name and that he came from one of the rougher areas of Cloudbank. She knew that she was comfortable around him, and that he put her mind and heart at ease, somehow, and that she'd come to look forward to even routine rehearsals just to see his smile.
Perhaps it was time to learn a little bit more.
Red dismissed her accompanying pianist and walked toward the wing where Auden stood to retrieve her purse, and the well-worn notebook within.
"Sounded good out there," he said.
"Thanks." She continued rummaging through her purse for a pen.
"New song?"
"Yeah, but it's not quite right. Not yet. The meter is off." She scribbled out a lyric and wrote a note in the margins with a sigh. "I'll fix this tonight. I've kept you here far too long already."
"It's no problem. I don't have anywhere else to be."
Red glanced up at him and hiked an eyebrow. Before she could stop herself, her question tumbled out: "Or anyone special to get back to?"
He chuckled. "Nope. Haven't got that, either."
"Oh. Well…" She looked at her notebook; the words swam in front of her, illegible and, for the moment, inconsequential. She took a deep breath and turned back to him, wearing her most seductive expression. "In that case, I don't suppose you'd mind keeping me company a little while longer?"
She bit her lip to keep from laughing as a blush crept into his tanned face. "Uh, no," he said, a poorly-suppressed laugh running through his words, "of course not. Need to rehearse some more?"
"Hmm. I was thinking of something a bit more… satisfying."
His Adam's apple bobbed. "Really? Like what?"
He looked like a cornered animal, his dark eyes wide and questioning, his lips flickering between a perplexed frown and mischievous grin. Red couldn't contain her smile any longer.
"Food," she said, slinging her purse over one shoulder and grasping his wrist. "I haven't eaten since this morning, and I'm starving. There's some really good places over in Goldwalk; let's go!"
I love writing a saucy Red, in case you can't tell. ;)
It's a Transistor fic involving pre-relationship Red and Blue.
Auden stood, as usual, in the shadows, arms crossed, leaning against the wall. He scanned the wings of the stage and the empty auditorium for any suspicious activity or individuals and, if Red glanced toward him quickly enough, she could catch him watching her, too.
She wondered if these rehearsals bored him; if listening to her run through the same part of the same song for almost an hour grated on his nerves. If so, he never admitted it. In fact, he greeted her as a coach would as she walked off stage, offering compliments and encouragement with that same disarming smile she'd noticed when they'd first met.
He'd been working as her personal security detail for nearly two months now, and she still knew precious little about him beyond his name and that he came from one of the rougher areas of Cloudbank. She knew that she was comfortable around him, and that he put her mind and heart at ease, somehow, and that she'd come to look forward to even routine rehearsals just to see his smile.
Perhaps it was time to learn a little bit more.
Red dismissed her accompanying pianist and walked toward the wing where Auden stood to retrieve her purse, and the well-worn notebook within.
"Sounded good out there," he said.
"Thanks." She continued rummaging through her purse for a pen.
"New song?"
"Yeah, but it's not quite right. Not yet. The meter is off." She scribbled out a lyric and wrote a note in the margins with a sigh. "I'll fix this tonight. I've kept you here far too long already."
"It's no problem. I don't have anywhere else to be."
Red glanced up at him and hiked an eyebrow. Before she could stop herself, her question tumbled out: "Or anyone special to get back to?"
He chuckled. "Nope. Haven't got that, either."
"Oh. Well…" She looked at her notebook; the words swam in front of her, illegible and, for the moment, inconsequential. She took a deep breath and turned back to him, wearing her most seductive expression. "In that case, I don't suppose you'd mind keeping me company a little while longer?"
She bit her lip to keep from laughing as a blush crept into his tanned face. "Uh, no," he said, a poorly-suppressed laugh running through his words, "of course not. Need to rehearse some more?"
"Hmm. I was thinking of something a bit more… satisfying."
His Adam's apple bobbed. "Really? Like what?"
He looked like a cornered animal, his dark eyes wide and questioning, his lips flickering between a perplexed frown and mischievous grin. Red couldn't contain her smile any longer.
"Food," she said, slinging her purse over one shoulder and grasping his wrist. "I haven't eaten since this morning, and I'm starving. There's some really good places over in Goldwalk; let's go!"
I love writing a saucy Red, in case you can't tell. ;)