probaby everyone else's thoughts when they're rowing:
power 10, 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, i'm a little behind at the catch, okay that's better, watching the rush, and remember we're working on set right now
my thoughts when im rowing:
Back at Watford, if someone had told me that one day I would be doing Simon Snow’s laundry while he just sits around, I would have laughed in their faces and asked what sort of enslavement spell he was planning on using against me.
Some people say that the best way to find happiness is to travel the world with the one that you love. That walking hand-in-hand with that person will create new adventures and special memories. And that by creating these adventures and memories, you will then find the key to a fulfilling life.
But I’m not envious of those people who say and do that. I don’t even need to leave my bed to achieve such happiness. Because here in my bed, I have all I need. Because here in this moment, I can see the whole world in Simon’s hands.
My Silent Pleas - A Snowbaz Bond AU (Prologue) (0.1k)
YOU GUYS ASKED FOR IT! SO I’M DELIVERING!
I am just overwhelmed by the compliments and support you guys have given me on this lovely little Snowbaz fic, which shocked me, to be honest :D So as so many of you requested, I’m writing it!!
Here is a small prologue for you all. And Chapter 1 will be posted tomorrow (:
Words are power. Words are control. Every lyric, every rhyme, every flick of the tongue; All working together to draw up the magick that flows through every student and teacher at Watford. Words are the air they breathe. The energy they thrive on. The atmosphere they live in. Words are the very being of their existence.
But Simon Snow has never been great with words. His power is far greater than any magician the World of Mages have ever seen. But such power does not come to him so easily. Such words do not roll off of his tongue, nor flow through him like a fountain. He struggles and stutters through every line and every spell, causing many to backfire on him. Sometimes setting his books aflame or his desk left in crumbles.
Simon has never been great with words. And he knows this. Penny knows this. Every student and teacher at Watford knows this. And even Baz knows this. Baz knows this far too well.
(A/N: I will be posting this fanfiction on AO3, as the chapters will be quite long. So please be sure to check it out and subscribe! However, I will be letting you all know on here when I post a new chapter)