Reid Garwin

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"'s gonna be a good one," he said as he worked to get the fire going, careful and as they usually did, so many evenings before.

Tyler shot him a look from where he was setting the tent up, then followed his eyes up to the cloud above the horizon and the setting sun beginning to kiss them soft bruises and a warm gold, and grinned. "Ye-ah." After a bit of fiddling, the tiny structure came up, and he beamed. Then looked up again and tilted his head. "You gonna draw it?"

( Reid froze, for a split second... )

Muse: Reid Garwin
Fandom: The Covenant
Word count: 353
A/N: Tyler is their_babyboy and used with permission and love!

1. Normal

He doesn't even want to try to be. (PoP, Girls)

One time too many, he'd been more than he had been expected to be, and then he tried to be normal, tried so hard that the little Reid-spark left after all the rejections was buried so deep under the muck that it took friends old and new weeks to bring it back out. (CoI)

2. Naughty

Mischief or getting hot and sweaty between the sheets (or other places) or walking right on the edge with his gifts, that's a word that usually amply applies to Reid.

3. Never

The one thing he never ever wanted to even be a possibility, and he stepped on the well-trodden path in that direction (even if it felt so damn right to say those words, at last). (PoP)

He never thought it possible to slip so well into ... life, love, relationship, all of it, with somebody, anybody, until he woke up one morning, Alya's dark blond hair tangled in his fingers, and he realized that it was actually already a fact. (Girls)

As Tyler's smiles slowly started creeping back in place, as his shoulders straightened normally now and again once more, as the blue eyes recovered their brightness with time, Reid was hardly the only one who thought never was too soon for that kind of hurt. (Girls, CoI)

4. Nuisance

She rarely thought of him as anything more than a nuisance, no matter how hard he tried to be oh, so much more.

5. Name

He likes his name, he does, but sometimes, certain people merely calling him otherwise could totally be enough to put him in a happier place.

6. Natural

Caleb was a natural leader and Reid - the natural jester, it shouldn't have taken them quite that long to start getting along.

7. Nausea

He'd remember what worked for her for the next time.

8. Necklace

It was a simple leather thong - and as much a part of how he looked as his tats.

9. Naive

It's always hilarious, watching people assume Tyler's that - and then get enlightened.

10. Night

Time for party, baby!

Reid wasn't expecting the Mustang pulling up in front of him. Caleb actually had to lean across and open the passenger seat door right across the sidewalk from him to register that, yes, it was for him. He stepped across the heavy rain, then flopped into the front seat, none too gently, getting a raised eyebrow from his friend.

"Where's Pogue? I called him."

"He got called right after you disconnected, something about what he's trying to do after school and unexpected rescheduling."

( Oh, great. )

Muse: Reid Garwin
Fandom: The Covenant
Word count: 1 858
A/N: After this and this, but before this. Pogue is lieutentatwitch, Caleb is theirgoldenboy, Tyler is their_babyboy. Warning: Adult content.

"The chains of habit are generally too small to be felt until they are too strong to be broken." - Samuel Johnson

They'd finished the practical earlier than expected; Reid shrugged and headed to the dorm, might as well catch a nap before the lecture in the afternoon. Or something. Tyler had solid blocks all day today, and then something in the evening, study group, whatever. Semester was gearing up towards the last run, anyway. The other two had more gappy schedule yet, he'd deal with that. He'd probably manage to flop in his and Tyler's room and leave them be, at any rate. Wasn't in the mood to deal with Caleb's typical mild disapproval, at any rate, not even so much as to give him shit.

( Yes, he knew that was what he kept on doing. )

Muse: Reid Garwin
Fandom: The Covenant
Word count: 2 093
A/N: Caleb is theirgoldenboy. Pogue is lieutenantwitch. Tyler is their_babyboy. Takes place late in the first semester of their senior year at Harvard, before the Christmas break. Which places this also shortly before current goings-on as regards confessioncafe.