Sylum Snippet #3
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nephirBreakfast was a tense affair. The Doc was unwilling or unable to eat, McGee hadn't been around him enought to know for certain which it was.
He watched the interactions between his Sire, the General and the Doctor with a wistful sort of longing deep within his heart. He knew that the Captain would watch over him and teach him all that he needed to know now that he was turned. But they weren't family, at least not yet.
Watching them reminded Timmy of his brothers.
His brothers and him, they'd nothing better to do late in the evenings around the hearth while growing up but to share tales of the wee folk, brownies, selkies and foxes, but he'd never thought that the day would come that he'd join them in being something from a story.
And it was always fun to watch the littlest one's eyes grow big as saucers as they each took turns seeing which could spin the stranger yarn.
His mam and da would scold them plenty if the littlest couldn't sleep afterwards. They'd ended up with many an extra chore as punishment for scaring the littles.
He missed them all so very much and now he'd not be able to go back and see them. The notification had already been sent, the messenger gone before he'd rose that first day.
He sniffled quietly, not wanting to disturb the others, nor to become the laughing stock for being so tender hearted about the whole deal.
He watched the interactions between his Sire, the General and the Doctor with a wistful sort of longing deep within his heart. He knew that the Captain would watch over him and teach him all that he needed to know now that he was turned. But they weren't family, at least not yet.
Watching them reminded Timmy of his brothers.
His brothers and him, they'd nothing better to do late in the evenings around the hearth while growing up but to share tales of the wee folk, brownies, selkies and foxes, but he'd never thought that the day would come that he'd join them in being something from a story.
And it was always fun to watch the littlest one's eyes grow big as saucers as they each took turns seeing which could spin the stranger yarn.
His mam and da would scold them plenty if the littlest couldn't sleep afterwards. They'd ended up with many an extra chore as punishment for scaring the littles.
He missed them all so very much and now he'd not be able to go back and see them. The notification had already been sent, the messenger gone before he'd rose that first day.
He sniffled quietly, not wanting to disturb the others, nor to become the laughing stock for being so tender hearted about the whole deal.
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Date: 15 Jan 2006 10:13 (UTC)*hugs* McGee has a good look onto himself. :D
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Date: 15 Jan 2006 10:45 (UTC)Cool -- glad to be of service.
I originally wanted to explore McGee's character through letters he'd written to home, but it just never was working out. So I just started drabling this and it's flowing pretty easily,for which I am so thankeful!
Thanks for reading and enjoying
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Date: 15 Jan 2006 13:24 (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 15 Jan 2006 13:43 (UTC)Thank you! I wanted/want to explore his inner self, we don't really know anything about him other than he's Scottish in Sylum and is Tony's childe.