When Legend had first introduced me to him, Reno had been nothing but a street punk suddenly plucked off the streets. He had been all sharp angles, gawky spindly limbs, and sarcasm. To see that he'd filled out –the skinny arms becoming muscular, the shoulders broadening with maturity, the chest filled out with hard work, the long slender legs becoming lean with muscle– should have changed my perspective and my opinion of him.
But I hadn't seen it, not at all. I'd noticed his improvement as an operative and properly rewarded him for it, but I'd never looked at him –really looked at him– and saw that the kid I'd met in the first place was no more.
~From chapter three of "Rubber Bands, Super Glue, and Bullet Holes" by SinsofMidnight
I've got more than 2000 words for it, but I want to write the rest of one more perspective before I post it... because, while I'm a horrible little tease, even I'm not that cruel yet!
I will own up to the fact that it's not gonna be a two-chapter fic, like I'd originally hoped. Still, I think the story is better for some of the stylistic choices I made.
Since I've been working on it so tirelessly, I thought I'd share a bit about it, if that's aright with everyone.