Appologies, all, for leaving you hainging. my offline life took a turn for the manic, and this isn't the sort of thing where you can be that far ahead of yourself. Nevertheless, I'm back and ready to write to the public vote.

summer sun and saddness )
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Appologies, all, for leaving you hainging. my offline life took a turn for the manic, and this isn't the sort of thing where you can be that far ahead of yourself. Nevertheless, I'm back and ready to write to the public vote.

summer sun and saddness )
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The A's and the C's were a tie, so I flipped a coin - you all are angst-hungry bunnies, aren't you? ;p

onwards for the second instalment )

So - the choice to be made. The next scene should be :

A - the riding lesson
B - Oli at home that evening
C - the stable yard late that evening.

Ladies and gentlemen - you decide :)
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The A's and the C's were a tie, so I flipped a coin - you all are angst-hungry bunnies, aren't you? ;p

onwards for the second instalment )

So - the choice to be made. The next scene should be :

A - the riding lesson
B - Oli at home that evening
C - the stable yard late that evening.

Ladies and gentlemen - you decide :)
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alexdraven: (PYO Pony)
( May. 1st, 2006 07:05 pm)

So, over at [livejournal.com profile] torquere_social, in honour of the date, Vic Winter is inviting consideration of  men who work with their hands, who work hard, who get hot and sweaty, and, well, this turned up.

*****

The quiet, still hours between one and three were meant to be down time – the morning's tasks done, no one due down to yard till after school let out. The looseboxes were a row of empty blanks as the ponies all mouthed and chewed their way through their lunch time hay. Even Dexter, the yard terrier, slept, sprawled out on sun warmed concrete.

Down time, maybe, but Rick didn't stop working.

Oh, he sat, for a spell, on the low wall, over by the water taps, but his hands were never still. Broad, strong hands, with dirt worked into the nail beds and hoof oil grimed into the lines of his knuckles and joints. Broad, strong, hands that were like magic, calming and steadying the ponies and the kids alike, deft and sure, whether he was braiding a pony's mane for a show, or, as he was now, rough, orange baler twine. Little bits of rubbish being turned into something neat and clean and useful – tie loops for the yard, a new lead for Dexter.

Rick didn't stop working, and Oli didn't stop watching. He'd come up from the outdoor school, where he'd been setting up for the afternoon's classes, thinking to run his head under the tap, and swallow down a few mouthfuls of metal-tanged water to chase the dust out of his throat, and now he was trapped, leaning against the corner of the stable block, watching.

From this angle, all Oli could really see was the breadth of Rick's shoulders – not massive, but strong for his size, his skinny build – and the tanned, exposed nape of his neck, as he ducked his head over his work. His mousey hair was shingled short up his neck, starting to turn blond in the sun they'd been getting, and his skin was gleaming, bronze flecked with golden stubble, the hollow at the bottom of his skull a smudge of shadow. Rick wouldn't take off his shirts until it got far hotter than this mild May sunshine – he was as eager as any of them to loose his jacket at the first opportunity, but he didn't like the informality of t-shirts, he said. Those faded, checked, short sleeved shirts with their open collars would be around till June, maybe July, and Oli wasn't sure what he was going to do, come the heat wave, when he'd be faced ten times a day by Rick's farmer's tan and t-shirts which would stick to damp skin and long muscles.
 
*****

And now I think I'm going to take a leaf out of [livejournal.com profile] julia_talbot's book - choose your own romance.

Option a]  Rick has no idea how Oli thinks about him
Option b] Oli and Rick are a couple but no one at the yard can know.
Option c] Oli and Rick have been together, but aren't any more.

What do you want to see?

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alexdraven: (PYO Pony)
( May. 1st, 2006 07:05 pm)

So, over at [livejournal.com profile] torquere_social, in honour of the date, Vic Winter is inviting consideration of  men who work with their hands, who work hard, who get hot and sweaty, and, well, this turned up.

*****

The quiet, still hours between one and three were meant to be down time – the morning's tasks done, no one due down to yard till after school let out. The looseboxes were a row of empty blanks as the ponies all mouthed and chewed their way through their lunch time hay. Even Dexter, the yard terrier, slept, sprawled out on sun warmed concrete.

Down time, maybe, but Rick didn't stop working.

Oh, he sat, for a spell, on the low wall, over by the water taps, but his hands were never still. Broad, strong hands, with dirt worked into the nail beds and hoof oil grimed into the lines of his knuckles and joints. Broad, strong, hands that were like magic, calming and steadying the ponies and the kids alike, deft and sure, whether he was braiding a pony's mane for a show, or, as he was now, rough, orange baler twine. Little bits of rubbish being turned into something neat and clean and useful – tie loops for the yard, a new lead for Dexter.

Rick didn't stop working, and Oli didn't stop watching. He'd come up from the outdoor school, where he'd been setting up for the afternoon's classes, thinking to run his head under the tap, and swallow down a few mouthfuls of metal-tanged water to chase the dust out of his throat, and now he was trapped, leaning against the corner of the stable block, watching.

From this angle, all Oli could really see was the breadth of Rick's shoulders – not massive, but strong for his size, his skinny build – and the tanned, exposed nape of his neck, as he ducked his head over his work. His mousey hair was shingled short up his neck, starting to turn blond in the sun they'd been getting, and his skin was gleaming, bronze flecked with golden stubble, the hollow at the bottom of his skull a smudge of shadow. Rick wouldn't take off his shirts until it got far hotter than this mild May sunshine – he was as eager as any of them to loose his jacket at the first opportunity, but he didn't like the informality of t-shirts, he said. Those faded, checked, short sleeved shirts with their open collars would be around till June, maybe July, and Oli wasn't sure what he was going to do, come the heat wave, when he'd be faced ten times a day by Rick's farmer's tan and t-shirts which would stick to damp skin and long muscles.
 
*****

And now I think I'm going to take a leaf out of [livejournal.com profile] julia_talbot's book - choose your own romance.

Option a]  Rick has no idea how Oli thinks about him
Option b] Oli and Rick are a couple but no one at the yard can know.
Option c] Oli and Rick have been together, but aren't any more.

What do you want to see?

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