Snippet - Thick as thieves
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Fandom: The Dark Is Rising
For: eventual Will/Bran untitled WIP
Quality: Briefly checked
Character: Bran, Rhys
Notes: Trying to get me to talk more about this one and expressing interest/confusion/curiosity will all help me actually get going with writing it. I've got about five hundred words so far.
"Your mam would have your ears if she caught you wearing your great muddy boots inside."
"Ah, but today I'm safe," Rhys said. The smile faltered and he looked back down at his boots. "Mam's not here, anyway. She's gone down to Buckinghamshire to be with Alice Stanton today. And for the rest of this week. It's a year ago today that young Will died."
Bran had to struggle to keep his tone light. "Plenty of time to clear up any mud you track indoors, then."
"I forgot," Rhys said, suddenly. He looked stricken. "I forgot how close you were with him, for all that I remember you being thick as thieves. I'm sorry, Bran. I didn't mean to remind you. I'm sure it's on your mind enough already without me putting my great big muddy feet in it."
"It's alright," Bran said, softly. There was a moment of silence, a few instants where there was nothing -- just an absence, a gulf. Awkwardly, Rhys stood and crossed over to where Bran stood, putting a hand on his shoulder and squeezing firmly.
For: eventual Will/Bran untitled WIP
Quality: Briefly checked
Character: Bran, Rhys
Notes: Trying to get me to talk more about this one and expressing interest/confusion/curiosity will all help me actually get going with writing it. I've got about five hundred words so far.
"Your mam would have your ears if she caught you wearing your great muddy boots inside."
"Ah, but today I'm safe," Rhys said. The smile faltered and he looked back down at his boots. "Mam's not here, anyway. She's gone down to Buckinghamshire to be with Alice Stanton today. And for the rest of this week. It's a year ago today that young Will died."
Bran had to struggle to keep his tone light. "Plenty of time to clear up any mud you track indoors, then."
"I forgot," Rhys said, suddenly. He looked stricken. "I forgot how close you were with him, for all that I remember you being thick as thieves. I'm sorry, Bran. I didn't mean to remind you. I'm sure it's on your mind enough already without me putting my great big muddy feet in it."
"It's alright," Bran said, softly. There was a moment of silence, a few instants where there was nothing -- just an absence, a gulf. Awkwardly, Rhys stood and crossed over to where Bran stood, putting a hand on his shoulder and squeezing firmly.
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