Title: FatherA Tale of Sotto VoceAuthor: Gumnut10 – 13 Oct 2018Fandom: Thunderbirds Are Go 2015/ Thunderbirds TOSRating: TeenSummary: Perhaps it was worth the pain, in some small way.Word count: 6627Spoilers & warnings: Spoilers for Season 2, Sotto Voce and Il Mago Timeline: Set shortly after Il Mago.Author’s note: So here we are. This took longer than expected and I’m not really sure it is what it needed to be, but it is what it is. This was written for @the-lady-razorsharp who welcomed me into this wonderful fandom, showed me around and continues to be a wonderful inspirator (and a fabulous writer as well :D). Thank you, hon, for everything. I so hope you enjoy this.Disclaimer: Mine? You’ve got to be kidding. Money? Don’t have any, don’t bother. -o-o-o- “JOHN!” Virgil staggered sideways into his father’s desk as Eos screamed through his mind. He grabbed his head, gasping at the fear and the terror, assaulting his brain. “God!” His elbow hit the woodwork, his feet slipping from beneath him. “Virgil!” Scott’s yell added to the clamour and he scrunched his eyes shut. And then came the images. Shit! “John!” He vaguely heard his big brother yelling for Thunderbird Five, but all he […]
Daily Archives: 12 October, 2018
Yet more Tale of Sotto 4 This was beyond his paintbrush, beyond even the piano, he feared he might break the keys. So he ended up in the gym, borrowing a page from his eldest brother’s book. Hands wrapped, shirt off, he beat the living shit out of Scott’s favourite punching bag. Of course, it wasn’t canvas that he hit. No, it was faces. The Hood was prominent, quickly followed by Percival F-ing Fischler. Muscles complained, sweat ran down his back and at one point he found himself yelling and cursing. His knuckles hurt. Pale blond John, wasting away. He hit it some more. “Hey!” And Scott was standing there. Forever worried blue eyes framed by black smudges. Put there by Virgil Tracy. He swung again, putting everything into his arm, forcing the anger into motion, burning it before it could burn him. The canvas wobbled, the shock absorbed, it mocked him. “We’re ready.” And Scott was beside him, a hand on his shoulder. Virgil’s chest heaved. Sweat ran into his eyes. “About damn time.” “Get cleaned up and meet me in the infirmary.” Eos buzzed in his ears. Scott squeezed his shoulder. About damn time. -o-o-o-
I just walked to the reservoir. Same Valley as previous photo, but I’m now standing on the dam wall. I did exercise. Virg would be astonished. 😀 Nutty (Not off the edge, or I’d be swimming…or not, I’m the polar opposite of Gordon in that department 😀)