Daphne and I were in my studio, the music blasting and the sun pouring in the window at the end of the room.
Daphne. :-)
The four paintings I’d done before the party were hanging on the wall, and I was working on the second oil painting I’d started since then. I was happy to have a brush in my hand again, happy to be making big strokes that didn’t hurt my hand but still let that flow come through me and onto the canvas. I was tired of drawing and tired of my computer and tired of fucking around with little lines and bits of wire, and ready for something raw and flat and hard.
Amen to that. And I love this part: ready for something raw and flat and hard. It reflects Justin’s vitality and his need for his senses /sexuality to anchor him, to help him feel at ease with himself and his life.
She walked into the room, wearing jeans and boots and a red tank top, and smiled over at Daphne, who had turned the music down. “I’m really sorry, I’m meeting Xena here and I rang your bell, but I could hear the music and figured you couldn’t hear it. No one else is here yet, I guess? I’m really sorry to have bothered you. I’ll just go wait somewhere else. Wherever you say. If you could just….” She looked at me expectantly, the flood of words running out.
Gabrielle seems a bit…innocent? the way she talks here, even though I know she’s really not. I got so caught up in understanding the crossover that I didn’t process any cues to her age in this story.
I cleaned up my brushes and paints, and the three of us hung out by the pool drinking beer until Brian got home. After he changed and had grabbed a beer, Lindsay and Melanie got there with the kids.
“Gabrielle, did you have a pony when you were a little kid?”
She smiled at him. “No, I didn’t have my own horse until I was in high school. But I learned to ride on my cousin’s horse.”
Gus was quiet for a minute. “How old were you when you learned?”
“I was around your age. But I wasn’t as tall as you, you’re very tall for a five year old.”
He beamed at her. “I’m almost six. And I’m the tallest in my class.”
Brian took a swallow from his beer, but I could see he was trying not to smile. He was so easy.
I’m grinning. Who knew I’d enjoy Xena/Gus and Gus/Gabrielle/Brian scenes so much?
“You’re great with him. Do you teach a lot of children?” It was Lindsay.
It’s unusual for Xena to do private lessons with kids, usually she has me put them in one of my classes. I think she really likes Gus.”
Gabrielle smiled at Gus when she said it, and he looked happy and embarrassed at the same time.
Yep, that’s Gus.
I offered to take her in, and was playing with her in the shallow end of the pool.
The Justin/JR moments are also fairly rare in the fics I’ve read. I like that you keep it realistically low-key.
rambly feedback, part 6 (I think)
Daphne and I were in my studio, the music blasting and the sun pouring in the window at the end of the room.
Daphne. :-)
The four paintings I’d done before the party were hanging on the wall, and I was working on the second oil painting I’d started since then. I was happy to have a brush in my hand again, happy to be making big strokes that didn’t hurt my hand but still let that flow come through me and onto the canvas. I was tired of drawing and tired of my computer and tired of fucking around with little lines and bits of wire, and ready for something raw and flat and hard.
Amen to that. And I love this part: ready for something raw and flat and hard. It reflects Justin’s vitality and his need for his senses /sexuality to anchor him, to help him feel at ease with himself and his life.
She walked into the room, wearing jeans and boots and a red tank top, and smiled over at Daphne, who had turned the music down. “I’m really sorry, I’m meeting Xena here and I rang your bell, but I could hear the music and figured you couldn’t hear it. No one else is here yet, I guess? I’m really sorry to have bothered you. I’ll just go wait somewhere else. Wherever you say. If you could just….” She looked at me expectantly, the flood of words running out.
Gabrielle seems a bit…innocent? the way she talks here, even though I know she’s really not. I got so caught up in understanding the crossover that I didn’t process any cues to her age in this story.
I cleaned up my brushes and paints, and the three of us hung out by the pool drinking beer until Brian got home. After he changed and had grabbed a beer, Lindsay and Melanie got there with the kids.
“Gabrielle, did you have a pony when you were a little kid?”
She smiled at him. “No, I didn’t have my own horse until I was in high school. But I learned to ride on my cousin’s horse.”
Gus was quiet for a minute. “How old were you when you learned?”
“I was around your age. But I wasn’t as tall as you, you’re very tall for a five year old.”
He beamed at her. “I’m almost six. And I’m the tallest in my class.”
Brian took a swallow from his beer, but I could see he was trying not to smile. He was so easy.
I’m grinning. Who knew I’d enjoy Xena/Gus and Gus/Gabrielle/Brian scenes so much?
“You’re great with him. Do you teach a lot of children?” It was Lindsay.
It’s unusual for Xena to do private lessons with kids, usually she has me put them in one of my classes. I think she really likes Gus.”
Gabrielle smiled at Gus when she said it, and he looked happy and embarrassed at the same time.
Yep, that’s Gus.
I offered to take her in, and was playing with her in the shallow end of the pool.
The Justin/JR moments are also fairly rare in the fics I’ve read. I like that you keep it realistically low-key.