fey_fire: (Direct)
Doubt whom you will, but never yourself. -Christine Bovee


"Oh my god," Sascha groaned as Breaker Street trailed backstage after their first concert. "That was awful."

Rory blinked in mild surprise. Apparently their young keyboardist had expected a better reception. "The crowd wasn't all that bad, lass."

Her eyebrows arched in incredulity. "Are you kidding me? They were so god-awfully bored! And the hecklers--"

Kreske hooted with laughter, still spinning his drumsticks through his fingers. "That? That wasn't heckling, Sascha sweet. That was just a few catcalls."

Sascha did not look appeased. )

Muse: Rory MacEibhir / Rory Stone
Fandom: The Grey Horse by R.A. MacAvoy
Word count: 973
fey_fire: (Profile)
I know you think that I shouldn't still love you,
Or tell you that.
But if I didn't say it, well I'd still have felt it
where's the sense in that?

I promise I'm not trying to make your life harder
Or return to where we were …


June 17th, 2009


Rory had been sure that the hardest part of getting to Venice to see Pippa would be cutting loose from Breaker Street's schedule of promotional appearances for their debut album. The head of PR for Serptichore Records had indeed gotten in a fume about his request … more of a demand, really … which the singer bypassed by going straight to the top, namely Robbie Fellowes' office. Rory had been prepared to argue, cajole, insist, anything necessary to get his way with the man he'd known all his life as Robin Goodfellow. Robin, however, had listened to his explanation with narrowed eyes, and then shocked the hell out of him. )


Muse: Rory MacEibhir / Rory Stone
Fandom: The Grey Horse by R.A. MacAvoy
Word count: 645
fey_fire: (Thoughtful)
What makes you warm?
The sun on your skin
Or a summer storm?
Rain? Rain on your face
Rain that you can taste
Slowly as it drips
Down your lips
Like a kiss
From the one you love



(flashback to June of 1998)

Rory had agreed to come with me on the Washington assignment, which was nice from more standpoints than just the readily available sex. The magazine that was leasing Ben Wentworth's illustrious photographic skills had also graciously agreed to pay an assistant to hump my equipment around and pose tiny in the corners of panoramic shots, and Rory had always been accommodating about both. Besides, hacking around the Olympic Peninsula for five months without sight of familiar company would annoy even the antisocial beast I can sometimes be.

Warning, there is nudity back hyar. )

Muse: Rory MacEibhir / Rory Stone
Fandom: The Grey Horse by R.A. MacAvoy
Word count: 1693
fey_fire: (Profile)
Most days Rory Stone opened his apartment mailbox to find the usual pedestrian pile of paper: bills and junk mail, with the occasional card or note from friends or family or maybe a package containing something he'd ordered online. Not much in the way of fan mail, not here. While Breaker Street had been playing the clubs, those fans who were inclined toward gifts or handwritten letters of praise usually just dropped them off wherever their next gig was scheduled, or brought them in person. Now arrangements were underway to have the band's mail received and screened by a discreet PA at Serptichore Records, though likely that person wouldn't have too much to do at first. So the typical daily accumulation of mail for an up-and-coming rocker was pretty boring, all told. Most days.

Today, however, he'd pulled a package out of his box, one with colorful Italian stamps and a postmark that read VENEZIA. He'd known who it was from before he spotted Pippa's name on the return address.

Once back in his apartment, he sat down at the dining room table and set the rest of the mail aside to turn the package over and over in his fingers. Any communication from his ex-lover carried with it the promise of pain, even if it was only the stinging memory of loss. After long minutes he popped open the tape and unwrapped the small box. Inside lay a men's bracelet in silver and black, tasteful and stylish, clearly the sort of thing Pippa would choose. Under the gift rested a handwritten letter. He read it through twice, taking in Pippa's words of encouragement, pride and best wishes, for Breaker Street and especially for him. After the second read-through, he stared at her closing salutation and wondered if he should ask Junie to translate the Italian.

You were supposed to be here. He sighed and fastened the bracelet around his left wrist, catching bits of his reflection in the polished silver rectangles adorning the piece. She would have been here were it not for the bastard who'd tortured her very nearly to death. Rory and his family had saved Pippa's life and healed her body, but they'd been unable to reclaim their relationship from the emotional wreckage, the trauma they'd both suffered.

He could write her a return letter, keep everything safe and non-confrontational. No more bruises that way. And yet ... he had said he'd call her sometime, and what better reason was he likely to get?

Staring at his eyes reflected in the silver, Rory pulled out his cell phone and called up his contact list.
fey_fire: (Overcome)
Plead


Takes place a little more than a week after Pippa ([livejournal.com profile] sand_andwater) leaves, shortly after this phone conversation, and references events of the night Rory and his brothers rescued her.


Rory dropped into bed, weary more from the workout his emotions had gotten than from his day's riding. His phone conversation with Pippa had been awkward ... all right, painful. But they had talked, and no doors had been slammed shut between them. That had to count for something.

Having spoken with her that morning, it was natural enough for him to slip into a dream of his redheaded once-lover as he drifted off to sleep. Warning, erotic dream turned nasty nightmare behind cut. )


Muse: Rory MacEibhir / Rory Stone
Fandom: The Grey Horse by R.A. MacAvoy
Word count: 675
fey_fire: (Default)
When will you learn there isn't a word for everything? -The History of Love, Nicole Krauss


Takes place a few days after this talk. [livejournal.com profile] sand_andwater is mentioned with her mun's permission.

Monday, 08/12/29


Gone.

Four letters, a single syllable. Completely inadequate to encompass what had happened and how he now felt, no matter that the word had been repeating in the back of his mind all weekend.

She was gone. )


Muse: Rory MacEibhir / Rory Stone
Fandom: The Grey Horse by R.A. MacAvoy
Word count: 1314
fey_fire: (Puca Eyes)
Be wary of the man who urges an action in which he himself incurs no risk. -Joaquin Setanti


Takes place shortly after this gig of Breaker Street's at Last Call. Robbie Fellowes/Robin Goodfellow ([livejournal.com profile] ifwebefriends) is mentioned with his mun's permission. Cait and Tadhg MacEibhir can be found at [livejournal.com profile] a_chaitlin and [livejournal.com profile] gifted_hands respectively.


Well. That went better than I expected. Better than I had any right to expect, really.

The four-stroke Kawasaki engine underneath him sent a purr through Rory Stone's body as he cut through traffic, still present even at three in the morning, on his way home. His body adjusted smoothly to turns and lane changes as his mind once again went over his meeting with his fellow members of Breaker Street.

After all, when the musicians in a band learn both that the producer who found his way into the audience that night (namely one Robbie Fellowes, CEO of Serptichore Records) wants to sign them, and their lead guitarist/singer/songwriter (namely himself) had known that same producer for many years without ever mentioning the connection, their excitement at the former could certainly wind up tempered by a little what the hell were you thinking?! ire at the latter.

But that wasn't the real risk ... )

Muse: Rory MacEibhir / Rory Stone, [livejournal.com profile] fey_fire
Fandom: The Grey Horse by R.A. MacAvoy
Word count: 2125

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