part two!
Part two of the writing challenges with daiyaonna and I! ♥
Title: [n/a]
Word Count: 554
Rating: Varying |D
Series: Havemercy
Notes: The prompt was buttons! Why do I love writing Rook so much. D: Features an alternate ending, and the way I could have ended it in four sentences, rather than 20 minutes!
Rook wondered for a second if the professor would notice it, decided that, as much shit as he gave him, the Cindy was actually smart sometimes, even if his ideas were fucking off. He had no doubt that he'd notice, and to be honest, wasn't that all the purpose of doing this? Maybe it was kind of fucked up, maybe it was kind of infantile, but really?
Anyone with two cents in their head knew that he didn't give a fuck about that.
And it was worth it in the morning, to come into the common room and see the littlest fucking professor with his belt cinched tight, and he could tell that some of the others were trying not to say anything or laugh. Especially that moron Balfour, and he just knew that he wanted to go over, flutter about him like the fucking Cindy-ass butterfly he was. Whatever. Let 'em fuck. He didn't care, so long as they kept it the fuck away from him. And who knew?
Maybe getting laid would loosen up the professor's tight-ass attitude, like he was so much better than them. It was a pun that he hadn't considered beforehand, and it took him way more trouble than it should have to keep from laughing out loud. Fucking disgusting, and he didn't want to think about it, but still..1
And the professor was giving him this look, like he knew something was up, like he knew that Rook had been the one to cut the buttons off his pants, and Rook just grinned at him. "Funny joke I heard the other day." Magoughin called for it to be shared, then, and fucked if it wasn't made up on the spot, but at least it shut the professor up. He could tell that he didn't believe him, didn't much care either way. He was staring real hard into his meal, like he was thinking hard about something, or trying to set it on fire as Rook finished, stood. "Back to work, right boys?"
And there was the most satisfying plop as he walked away, knew the professor was glaring daggers at him, could feel it. But hey, he'd been staring at his meal too hard. Where was the proof that Rook had been the one to drop a lone button on the mound of food?
1 - ALTERNATE ENDING: And it just wouldn't fucking get out of his head, the two of them fucking like rabbits. Disturbing more than anything,and Rook had to excuse himself from the table, not able to look at either of them.
Heavy thuds as his boots echoed down the halls, and he had to go back to his bunk, shut the door tight.
"Shit. Fucking...fuck!"
And he slipped a hand into his trousers, pissed off that he was aroused at all and vowing to get the both of them back for it.
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FOUR SENTENCES:
They were quiet as they walked, and he could tell that his brother was perfectly fine with it the way it was, but he had to say something.. "Ro-- er, John?"
There was a quiet grunt, acknowledgment, and he was encouraged, continued, "..were you the one who stole the buttons off my clothes?"
And all Thom could hear was brusque laughter, which was answer enough in and of itself.
Title: [n/a]
Word Count: 554
Rating: Varying |D
Series: Havemercy
Notes: The prompt was buttons! Why do I love writing Rook so much. D: Features an alternate ending, and the way I could have ended it in four sentences, rather than 20 minutes!
Rook wondered for a second if the professor would notice it, decided that, as much shit as he gave him, the Cindy was actually smart sometimes, even if his ideas were fucking off. He had no doubt that he'd notice, and to be honest, wasn't that all the purpose of doing this? Maybe it was kind of fucked up, maybe it was kind of infantile, but really?
Anyone with two cents in their head knew that he didn't give a fuck about that.
And it was worth it in the morning, to come into the common room and see the littlest fucking professor with his belt cinched tight, and he could tell that some of the others were trying not to say anything or laugh. Especially that moron Balfour, and he just knew that he wanted to go over, flutter about him like the fucking Cindy-ass butterfly he was. Whatever. Let 'em fuck. He didn't care, so long as they kept it the fuck away from him. And who knew?
Maybe getting laid would loosen up the professor's tight-ass attitude, like he was so much better than them. It was a pun that he hadn't considered beforehand, and it took him way more trouble than it should have to keep from laughing out loud. Fucking disgusting, and he didn't want to think about it, but still..1
And the professor was giving him this look, like he knew something was up, like he knew that Rook had been the one to cut the buttons off his pants, and Rook just grinned at him. "Funny joke I heard the other day." Magoughin called for it to be shared, then, and fucked if it wasn't made up on the spot, but at least it shut the professor up. He could tell that he didn't believe him, didn't much care either way. He was staring real hard into his meal, like he was thinking hard about something, or trying to set it on fire as Rook finished, stood. "Back to work, right boys?"
And there was the most satisfying plop as he walked away, knew the professor was glaring daggers at him, could feel it. But hey, he'd been staring at his meal too hard. Where was the proof that Rook had been the one to drop a lone button on the mound of food?
1 - ALTERNATE ENDING: And it just wouldn't fucking get out of his head, the two of them fucking like rabbits. Disturbing more than anything,and Rook had to excuse himself from the table, not able to look at either of them.
Heavy thuds as his boots echoed down the halls, and he had to go back to his bunk, shut the door tight.
"Shit. Fucking...fuck!"
And he slipped a hand into his trousers, pissed off that he was aroused at all and vowing to get the both of them back for it.
-----
FOUR SENTENCES:
They were quiet as they walked, and he could tell that his brother was perfectly fine with it the way it was, but he had to say something.. "Ro-- er, John?"
There was a quiet grunt, acknowledgment, and he was encouraged, continued, "..were you the one who stole the buttons off my clothes?"
And all Thom could hear was brusque laughter, which was answer enough in and of itself.