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rainbowfic2015-08-05 02:53 pm
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Cutting Room Floor (tDiaG) Literary Octarine 27
Author: novel_machinist
Story: The Devil is a Gentleman
Theme: Literary / Octarine 27 When the least they could do to you was everything, then the most they could do to you suddenly held no terror.
Word Count: 269
Summary: Alan and Carl's history continues through the tragedies
Rating: PG13
Warnings: Talk of a child's death
Notes: I didn't think that this fit in the main story anymore, but I like it and wanted to show it to people. This is well, background and can show you how Alan's feeling during the main story.
When the least they could do to you was everything, then the most they could do to you suddenly held no terror.
As some married couples do, Carl and his beautiful wife Patti had a baby. Alan went to church again for them; being a godfather apparently required it. He was flattered when they chose to name the boy after Patti’s grandfather and after him. Anthony Alan took after his father in almost every way. He was athletic and well mannered for a boy. It was a perfect family that Alan felt almost too blessed to be a part of.
Alan would have given anything to stop Carl’s tragedy.
The accident hadn’t really been anyone’s fault. That made it worse in many ways. There was no one to blame for boys going out where they shouldn’t. There was no one to yell at when the body washed up. God was the only one who could have seen that coming.
"Ya gotta eat something, Carl. Come on, I could make you something?" Alan moved into the guest room for the time being. Just a week or so. Patti and Carl couldn’t handle day to day activities and he couldn’t blame them. He put his hand on Carl’s shoulder and shook it slightly. "Patti ate before she went to bed." Mostly because Alan refused to open up the medicine cabinet for sleeping pills before she did. She’d cursed him and thanked him and then fallen asleep in a ball with one of Anthony’s old toys.
“There’s rocks in my stomach already Al.”
“You can’t live on rocks.”
“How am I supposed to live at all?”
There was nothing Alan could say that would stop his friend from hurting. All the creative writing classes, all the awards and all the stupid student poems couldn’t bring Carl’s son back. Alan hugged Carl because it was all he could do. “One day at a time.”
Carl clung back with a little more strength than was comfortable.
novel_machinistStory: The Devil is a Gentleman
Theme: Literary / Octarine 27 When the least they could do to you was everything, then the most they could do to you suddenly held no terror.
Word Count: 269
Summary: Alan and Carl's history continues through the tragedies
Rating: PG13
Warnings: Talk of a child's death
Notes: I didn't think that this fit in the main story anymore, but I like it and wanted to show it to people. This is well, background and can show you how Alan's feeling during the main story.
As some married couples do, Carl and his beautiful wife Patti had a baby. Alan went to church again for them; being a godfather apparently required it. He was flattered when they chose to name the boy after Patti’s grandfather and after him. Anthony Alan took after his father in almost every way. He was athletic and well mannered for a boy. It was a perfect family that Alan felt almost too blessed to be a part of.
Alan would have given anything to stop Carl’s tragedy.
The accident hadn’t really been anyone’s fault. That made it worse in many ways. There was no one to blame for boys going out where they shouldn’t. There was no one to yell at when the body washed up. God was the only one who could have seen that coming.
"Ya gotta eat something, Carl. Come on, I could make you something?" Alan moved into the guest room for the time being. Just a week or so. Patti and Carl couldn’t handle day to day activities and he couldn’t blame them. He put his hand on Carl’s shoulder and shook it slightly. "Patti ate before she went to bed." Mostly because Alan refused to open up the medicine cabinet for sleeping pills before she did. She’d cursed him and thanked him and then fallen asleep in a ball with one of Anthony’s old toys.
“There’s rocks in my stomach already Al.”
“You can’t live on rocks.”
“How am I supposed to live at all?”
There was nothing Alan could say that would stop his friend from hurting. All the creative writing classes, all the awards and all the stupid student poems couldn’t bring Carl’s son back. Alan hugged Carl because it was all he could do. “One day at a time.”
Carl clung back with a little more strength than was comfortable.
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How do you get so much feels in such tiny places? You're a Tardis-maker, I swear...
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You know, the moment I posted that last one, I realized where I was stuck. I was focusing too much on Alan and NICK'S relationship. Alan and Carl's is much more human. Mostly because they're both actually human.
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Ahem. Wait, the Devil is name Nick in this?
It happened again. Zephyr's real name is Nicholas XD.
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His working name right now is Nicholas Thomas Walker (the Devil and Tom Walker ) :)
WE ARE DRIFT COMPATIBLE
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I have no words, except that Alan is incredible here.
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