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The thrill of the chase
Most days Rowan knew he and Dewey were perfectly in sync, not a breath or blink out of time. But today was a weird day. And they were not lined up. Not in the slightest.
"I'll skin you alive and wear your coat, Ro!" Dewey screamed, racing down the half-wet, half-frozen walkway beside the wide river cutting through the city.
Rowan leapt over a small fence surrounding the inner path, slipping on a patch of black ice before regaining his footing and tearing down the cobblestones. Dewey probably meant it this time, Rowan thought. He'd stolen his sundae, knocked sprinkles over the girl he wanted to impress, and managed to drop hot, gooey chocolate all over Dewey's impeccably done hair before falling on top of him in the dirty, mostly melted snow.
"Ah, no thanks!" Rowan called back.
"Not asking," Dewey snarled back.
Rowan didn't slow.
Everything was a blur of lights. Christmas was a few weeks away, but every business in the city by the river had their trees, fences, and windows decorated to the nines already. Snow threatened in the crisp air. A good snowstorm would be nice. Usher in December once and for all and give the both of them a chance to watch White Christmas, something apparently Dewey had never done.
"I'm gonna... Unlace... All of your stupid... shoes! I'm gonna..." Dewey kept yelling but by this point in the chase, his heavy breaths smashed the words together into incomprehensible clumps.
Rowan hazarded a glance over his shoulder. Dewey was pissed. Red in the face with how mad he was. But he was smiling.
Rowan grinned back and ran harder.
This was living.
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Silver Daux
Shadowed souls, cursed magic, poetry that tangles itself in your soul and yanks out the ugly darkness from within. Maybe there's something broken in me, but it's in you too.
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I think I figured out why I love Wild Card Weekend so much. It's because it's the first playoff anything of the calendar year. The NFL season starts in the fall, and once upon a time, the champion was crowned either on or slightly before New Year's. The evolution of the NFL schedule has resulted in the playoffs starting just into the New Year, and currently, the final week of the season falls on the first weekend of the New Year, with Wild Card Weekend coming a week after that. So yes, chronologically, the NFL's Wild Card Weekend serves as the first playoff anything of the calendar year.
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This was wonderful, Silver! The scene was impeccably crafted! Thank you for a great read as always!
Thank you for not giving me more nightmares; I loved, loved, loved this. You are a fortified amazing all-star writer!
Like a brief strike of lightening. This was super fun and enjoyable and then it was gone quick as it came.
I can see myself as Rowan because I'm very accident prone 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣
I love this SD, it felt nostalgic in some ways! The way you painted such a great relationship between these two was so beautiful! Great work!
Such a lively and intense moment between Rowan and Dewey. Incredibly done, Silver! 💌
I can see this so clearly, and I'm not even sure why, but I imagine they're Irish.
This was an enjoyable little romp. For some reason the lines that made me lose my shit a little was - "I'm gonna... Unlace... All of your stupid... shoes! I'm gonna..." Dewey kept yelling but by this point in the chase, his heavy breaths smashed the words together into incomprehensible clumps.