I wanted to write something that wasn't dark for a change, something with hope and innocence. A story about brothers being brothers. Axl adores Marshall, Orel adores Ollie and how it's shown. Something... sweet.
This has been quite an effort to get that 14 year-old voice down... trying to give them that dynamic. Tommy and Jacob were the same age, but they're a different vibe, circumstances forcing them to grow up way to early. This is my way of... exploring the age.
Pecks on the cheek, hand holding... first love kind of stuff. Where they're not just in love, but best friends as well. Goofy, dopey, and silly.
Chapter 3: Boyfriend (According to Aiden)
The kitchen smelled like Axl's latest attempt at breakfast—pancakes that were slightly too brown on one side, barely cooked on the other, and a pile of bacon that had definitely seen better days. Marshall-Lee stared at his plate, poking at the offering with his fork.
"You made breakfast," he said.
Axl shrugged, not meeting his eyes. "You've got company coming. Figured I'd at least pretend to be a functional adult."
"Yo
Oh and Henry's SWEET. Poor Cam is going out of his mind, stuck unable to help. And Henry is just there, loud, chaotic and distracting for Timmy's best friend, who needs it.
Love Henry
Again, I like the growth of Timmy's da. That Timmy is far more important than their disagreement. And that Bobby means something to Timmy, and that means he now HAS TO mean something to Timmy's dad. Fate, cruel as it is, has forced the old man to recognize what's more important to him.
Many Fenians were veterans of the American Civil War, highly trained units, most wore Civil war uniforms, carried military weapons. It was odd to see platoons of Union blue and Confederate Grey fighting side by side. But the Fenians used what they had learned, well.
1885 was the height of their rebellion, and the nearly brought Ontario to it's knees.
Thank you, and Timmy, Timmy's tough.
One thing I love, that his Da held Bobby through it. The man isn't evil, just a product of his time, and he'd much rather have Timmy whole and with Bobby than lose him.
**Chapter 7: The Coldest Trail**
Merrickville, Ontario. Late February, 1885.
The air inside the Levesque Hotel was thick with the copper-sweet stench of blood and the sour, cloying reek of helplessness. In the makeshift operating theatre of the barroom, the only sounds were the shallow, rasping hitch of Timmy McCormick’s breath and the methodical tick-tick-tick of the grandfather clock in the corner, marking time that felt stolen from a reaper’s ledger.
Bobby Grady sat on a s
Tomorrow, 10am GMT
I do two a day, right now Deed is first. And This one is 10 am.
this is a part of a larger interconnected world of stories. Most of mine connect to it.
If you like this one, try Captain vs Goofball... they've got a similar flavour. or Granny's got a plan.
They're all connected but you don't need to read any to read this one. I try to keep the stories self contained.
Some of this guy's stuff is amazing. And just having it on when I'm nodding off is wonderful, it has that ASMR quality to it that just knocks me out cold on nights I can't sleep.
It just seemed like such a good fit for Orel. Giving him a world, and a job outside of Merrickville and Finn, something that was just his own.
I based Orel's YouTube -ing on Ants Canada, a rather great youtube channel I watch when I want to relax.
Orel is perfectly suited to this style of streaming. He can just get lost for hours talking about Isopods so I figured he'd find a way to turn it into a career. And let's face it, you'd all listen to him talk about Isopods for hours too.