Fic: Wit's End
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dolevalanTitle: Wit's End
Fandom/original: original
Rating: PG
A/N: Another prompt from![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
rougen. Geeze, I'm rusty.
Being at your wit's end was, I always thought, kind of like being at the end of the world. Impossible, for one, and melodramatic for two. If you were out of your wits, you wouldn't know it anyway.
Yeah, I'm an idiot.
So I wedged myself behind a wall, with a crack big enough to see...and shoot out of. Dusty as hell, but frankly, I wasn't in a position to be picky. After all I'd been through with Tonya, all the ways I'd been forced to jump the past few weeks, this was practically luxury accommodations.
So maybe I should have thought things out better. Maybe I should have noticed that, while I was cheating on her, she was still playing me. Or maybe I shouldn't have cheated on her in the first place, won myself an ally. Or maybe I should just avoid getting involved with dames who've got trouble written on their face in black eyeliner and dark red lipstick.
Either way, when the gunsel came into the room, he looked right at my peephole, like he was expecting it to be there. And damn me if it wouldn't be like her, letting me think I'd discovered the place myself. I'd outsmarted my way right into a trap, and now I had to think my way out of it.
She walked in, with one more muscle guy. She looked perfect, as always, calm and mildly amused, almost girlish, though her curves were, I could attest, nothing but woman. She looked at the same spot the guy before her had and said, “Artie. You may as well come out.”
And that's when I kicked the support out from the wall. It was not the best idea I'd ever had. But like I said. “Wit's end” was a place I'd always thought of as fairy tale stuff.
Fandom/original: original
Rating: PG
A/N: Another prompt from
rougen. Geeze, I'm rusty.Being at your wit's end was, I always thought, kind of like being at the end of the world. Impossible, for one, and melodramatic for two. If you were out of your wits, you wouldn't know it anyway.
Yeah, I'm an idiot.
So I wedged myself behind a wall, with a crack big enough to see...and shoot out of. Dusty as hell, but frankly, I wasn't in a position to be picky. After all I'd been through with Tonya, all the ways I'd been forced to jump the past few weeks, this was practically luxury accommodations.
So maybe I should have thought things out better. Maybe I should have noticed that, while I was cheating on her, she was still playing me. Or maybe I shouldn't have cheated on her in the first place, won myself an ally. Or maybe I should just avoid getting involved with dames who've got trouble written on their face in black eyeliner and dark red lipstick.
Either way, when the gunsel came into the room, he looked right at my peephole, like he was expecting it to be there. And damn me if it wouldn't be like her, letting me think I'd discovered the place myself. I'd outsmarted my way right into a trap, and now I had to think my way out of it.
She walked in, with one more muscle guy. She looked perfect, as always, calm and mildly amused, almost girlish, though her curves were, I could attest, nothing but woman. She looked at the same spot the guy before her had and said, “Artie. You may as well come out.”
And that's when I kicked the support out from the wall. It was not the best idea I'd ever had. But like I said. “Wit's end” was a place I'd always thought of as fairy tale stuff.
