Cliffhanger relief Here’s the first part of Part Thirteen of Gentle Rain. It hurt to write. ::wails:: Many thanks to @scribbles97 for the moral support and for listening to my whining. Gordon Tracy adored his brother Virgil. Ever ask him and he’d deny it through his teeth. Did he understand how the man’s brain worked? Not a clue. Did they argue on a regular basis? All the time. But did he love him? More than life itself. So to first have to catch the man as he fell, then watch helpless as he struggled and failed to breathe, his hands desperately scrabbling at Gordon’s uniform, and to see him ultimately lose the fight and slip away… “John!” Virgil’s lips were turning blue. “JOHN!” He checked his brother’s vitals. No breath, heart-rate struggling, but at speed. What the hell was wrong? “Gordon?” “Virgil’s collapsed. I need vitals now. Advise Kayo, I’m going to need help.” John rattled off numbers. The engineer was still wearing his fire suit minus the helmet. Gordon tore at his clothes, shoving the zip down as far as it would go, freeing up the man’s chest. He positioned him ready for CPR, tipping his head back, checking […]
Daily Archives: 10 February, 2019
soniabigcheese: For Nutty @gumnut-logic The pins dug into her scalp, giving her a headache. She needed some fresh air and tried to make her way to the balcony but the long train of her gown kept getting caught in the heels of her shoes. Shoes that she wasn’t used to wearing. Why oh why did she agree to this … charade? Flinging the doors open, she stood there, silhouetted against the night sky. She was so focused on her throbbing head that she didn’t hear footfall softly approaching. Nor did she hear the sharp intake of breath as Virgil saw her … for the first time. The dress moulded itself to her curves and cascaded in folds to the floor. The thin shoulder straps revealing a bare but muscular back. She was … dazzling Oh how he longed to run his fingers down her spine and lightly kiss the nape of her exposed neck. Instead, he grabbed a shawl from one of the chairs, coughed lightly to let her know he was there … and approached, draping it around her shoulders. He stood next to her, leaned forward, putting his hands on the cold marble rail and gazed upwards. “John’s […]