Rhys dislocates his cybernetic arm while trying to change a tire, and fixing it is a two-man job.
“What’ss got you all worked up, ATLAS?” Fiona speaks suddenly, her words coming out in a slur. It’s so heavy and disjointed that he almost misses what she says. Rhys glances over his shoulder to see her with her chin tilted up towards the ceiling, hat slid down to cover the top half of her face. One eye peeks out at him from underneath, glinting against the violet glow. The lighting of the room-- the tension between the two of them that always seems to linger in between quiet moments when they’re alone together-- it reminds him of the vault.
Rhys feels the corners of his mouth twitch, a laugh escaping him, and he’s looking back down at the tiled floor again. “You’d laugh.”
“Mmm. I probbly would.”
Fiona returns to Promethea after the war.
(Or: why she left, and why she had to come back.)
With the upcoming festivities, Morgana must teach the group to dance
The Thin Veil
Shades of Camelot
House of Avalon
Large Stories and WIPs
The Future Is Now (Excalibur Prophecy Book 1)
The King's Quest (Excalibur Prophecy Book 2)(WIP)
The Lord and the Lady's Maid (WIP)
TheCottage by the Sea (WIP)
Fic in Series Form (chapters posted individually)
Modern Camelot (Sorcerer's Spell Trilogy Book 1)
King of Britain (Sorcerer's Spell Trilogy Book 2)
The Golden Kingdom (Sorcerer's Spell Trilogy Book 3).
Where The Heart Wanders
Magick, Destiny and Doom