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trollprincess bizarre challenge. Cyclops/Oz
“Redheads.”
“I know. I know.” Scott took a sip from his beer, hunched over the patio table. The light was diffused through the branches of three oaks outside of the bar, dappling the black iron tables and pale concrete with spatters of green and grey. The stage was set against the red brick wall, broken up by beer signs and old posters. On the stage, several people worked, breaking down equipment and putting away instruments. One guitar lay propped against a speaker, its owner sitting on the edge of the stage, occasionally drumming his heels against the wood side.
“Do you want another?” The waitress was young, with very white teeth and a black shirt that was stretched tight across her impressive chest. Scott looked up and nodded, feeling extremely old for the first time in his life.
“The thing is…” He paused, running a hand through his brown hair. “When you find that one person you connect to. That one person who is just _everything_ to you; that should be it, right? You get married. You think about kids. You think that you’ve hit the end of the race and now you can relax and enjoy it. But no.”
“Yeah?”
“The process, Oz. I’m telling you, it’s all about the process. That’s the problem with fairy tales. They tell you them as a kid and every one of them end with the princess and the hero getting married, and happily ever after, right?”
“Sometimes a little man tears himself in half.” Oz said, and was rewarded with a puzzled look. “That might just have been my parents.”
“I guarantee that they forgot to mention that she turns out to hate his family, or he ends up an insensitive slob. That you don’t get to learn that’s a risk until after the ‘I do’ and it’s done.” Scott accepted the second beer, leaning back in his chair and enjoying the sun. “They forget to mention that she might just leave you behind one day.”
“Is that what happened to you?” Oz hopped off the stage and took a seat at the table finally.
“Yeah.”
“Me too.”
“What happened?”
“Became a lesbian. Hooked up with a witch.”
“Mine died. Became a god.”
“I can see how that could be a problem.” Oz nodded sagely. “The?”
“No. A. Rebirth, fire incarnate. That sort of thing.”
“Bummer.”
“Yeah.” Scott gestured helplessly. “I mean, just what can you do?”
“Redheads.”
“Yeah.” Scott nodded, sipping his drink gloomily across from Oz. “Redheads.”
trollprincess bizarre challenge. Cyclops/Oz“Redheads.”
“I know. I know.” Scott took a sip from his beer, hunched over the patio table. The light was diffused through the branches of three oaks outside of the bar, dappling the black iron tables and pale concrete with spatters of green and grey. The stage was set against the red brick wall, broken up by beer signs and old posters. On the stage, several people worked, breaking down equipment and putting away instruments. One guitar lay propped against a speaker, its owner sitting on the edge of the stage, occasionally drumming his heels against the wood side.
“Do you want another?” The waitress was young, with very white teeth and a black shirt that was stretched tight across her impressive chest. Scott looked up and nodded, feeling extremely old for the first time in his life.
“The thing is…” He paused, running a hand through his brown hair. “When you find that one person you connect to. That one person who is just _everything_ to you; that should be it, right? You get married. You think about kids. You think that you’ve hit the end of the race and now you can relax and enjoy it. But no.”
“Yeah?”
“The process, Oz. I’m telling you, it’s all about the process. That’s the problem with fairy tales. They tell you them as a kid and every one of them end with the princess and the hero getting married, and happily ever after, right?”
“Sometimes a little man tears himself in half.” Oz said, and was rewarded with a puzzled look. “That might just have been my parents.”
“I guarantee that they forgot to mention that she turns out to hate his family, or he ends up an insensitive slob. That you don’t get to learn that’s a risk until after the ‘I do’ and it’s done.” Scott accepted the second beer, leaning back in his chair and enjoying the sun. “They forget to mention that she might just leave you behind one day.”
“Is that what happened to you?” Oz hopped off the stage and took a seat at the table finally.
“Yeah.”
“Me too.”
“What happened?”
“Became a lesbian. Hooked up with a witch.”
“Mine died. Became a god.”
“I can see how that could be a problem.” Oz nodded sagely. “The?”
“No. A. Rebirth, fire incarnate. That sort of thing.”
“Bummer.”
“Yeah.” Scott gestured helplessly. “I mean, just what can you do?”
“Redheads.”
“Yeah.” Scott nodded, sipping his drink gloomily across from Oz. “Redheads.”
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Good job!
:-)
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So of course it was great. It never had a chance to not be great.
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