fey_fire

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 (ifwebefriends) is mentioned with his mun's permission. Cait and Tadhg MacEibhir can be found at a_chaitlin and 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, fey_fire
Fandom: The Grey Horse by R.A. MacAvoy
Word count: 2125

Takes place after this post.

Why do you keep on hiding from me
I know how it feels to hold you and just how it ought to be
My memories burn and taunt me
Your eyes so softly haunt me
But I'll still wait patiently
If you need to be
hiding from me.

The final harmonies drifted out over the crowd, followed by cheering and applause. Outwardly the scene looked like any night that Breaker Street played at Last Call. Inwardly the band's front man was struggling to put on the performance of his life, when what he really wanted to do was scream.

When Tadhg told him what was in the latest gift from "your newest fan", he'd nearly done just that.

( Her finger. )