Our Comm: kiltedromance

Some will know that the RPG that Tara and Lachlan were conceived in faded to black last week. We, however, weren't ready to close the book on our characters because we've continued to grow in muse writing. But we realised that a lot of our character's backstory and history is contained in locked posts at symptomology.

So, with permission fromt he game mods, we're going to be reproducing a lot of Tara and Lachlan's poignant moments in fic form to post publicly. But rather than spam the good ol' flists with older written past-scenes, we opened out own little domain (with the help of chasemd's mun) to archive our characters' stories. Feel free to friend it or whatever if you're interested in reading where we came from ;) We've just posted their first meeting up.

kiltedromance

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couples_therapy: 30.3. Listening

30.3. Do you listen to your partner?

Co-written with drcampbell. Set approximately two weeks ago, prior to THIS.

The thing about iPods is that they work very well in drowning out unwanted sounds. When you wanted to block out the surroundings and retreat to your own little world of bliss, bubble bath, strawberries, candles, and an iPod up as loud as you can stand it playing ‘The Best of the Eighties’ was absolute heaven. Tara kicked her feet in the warm water, sending a splash of bubbles slopping over the edge of the bath tub. No matter. She could clean it up later. She had her hair piled up on top of her head in a messy ponytail and a purple gel face mask strapped around her eyes obstructing her view of the bathroom, allowing her to really lose herself in the indulgence. She rocked her head from side to side to the beat, singing the current song at the top of her lungs and using the flute of bubbling non-alcoholic wine as a microphone.

“WE SAY, SISTERS ARE DOIN' IT FOR THEMSELVES, STANDIN' ON THEIR OWN TWO FEET AND RINGIN' ON THEIR OWN BELLS!” She took a sip of the drink, still humming away happily at the tune.

( It was her obliviousness to anything beyond her little bubble of relaxation that caused her to scream in fright when a soft hand touched her wet arm, setting off a chain of four things that happened in rapid succession... )

chasemd referenced with permission


Word Count | 1,024

just_muse_me: 2.5.3

2.5.3. FIVE times you cried and one time you laughed


The jealous cry
I didn’t want to lose him, but I didn’t deserve to want that. He wasn’t mine. We were flirting and dancing around each other, nothing more. I had no claim on him. I had no right to be jealous. But I was. I was so jealous it ate me up inside and threatened to engulf me. Why was he hugging Cameron and not me? The rumours he was dating her couldn’t be true, could they? He would’ve told me. But did he have to tell me? Was the charming, attentive chivalry all just an act to bed her? Only, he hadn’t bedded her, had he? They kept getting interrupted like it just wasn’t meant to be.

I wanted to storm up to him and smack him for making me feel jealous. I wanted to call Cameron all the horrible names under the sun and warn her to never touch him again. What was wrong with me? I had turned in to a monster and all because of that achingly addictive presence with too beautiful a smile, too nice a butt, and too gorgeous eyes for his own good. He hooked me. I couldn’t stop the tears. I didn’t want Cameron to have him…

I wanted him.

( He was the love of my life and he was dying in my arms... )

drcampbell used with permission


Word Count | 1,032