Jan. 30th, 2011

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Hello again. :D

Daily Drawing #7 )

WIP Meme

Jan. 30th, 2011 10:11 am
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I like this meme, because I never post fanfiction on here. Mostly because I hardly ever finish anything.

Had trouble keeping things to just a line or two, haha.

Post a line (or two) from as many of your WIPs as you want, with no explanation attached.

+++ "I don’t feel like being your midnight snack, only to wake up and then be breakfast in bed—"

+++ I had time. I intended to take it. The man was a priest; he certainly wouldn’t be going anywhere. In the meantime, I would stalk him, remaining in close concealment so I could scour his thoughts for some hint as to how I might best torture him. He had sent my master to eternal torment; at the very least, I wanted to give this supposed man of God some persecution in this life before I ended it.

So perhaps it would not be tonight. It might not even be in time for my next feeding.

But sooner or later, Carlisle Cullen was going to die.

+++ Julian seems thoughtful about that for a moment, and slips his hands around to Frederick's back, just above the skirts of his coat. "I'd like to think that my arms are not a cage," he says quietly.

…"It's not your arms, my friend—it's your eyes."

+++ Jackets are discarded on a chair. Cravats slide off with the distinct swishing sound of silk against cotton. Gloves are removed between teeth, and buttons are unfastened by the other person's fingers.

It follows, of course, that they should end up on the bed.

+++ I think the last thing I asked him was why he’d chosen that painting in particular. He started making references to the concept of “home,” and how we humans seem to feel a strong connection to the place where we grew up. He said that since he didn’t really have any significant memories of Omicron Theta, he might consider space his “home”—the first place he’d lived, the place where he’d really started to learn what life was all about…

I dreamt of space that night, of standing next to my friend on the observation deck of some nameless starship, looking out at stars and galaxies and faraway planets…

…And feeling like I was home.

+++ There was a pause. She was waiting. I wondered how I got lucky enough to have [Guinan's] full attention tonight.

"Boy, do I have a unique problem for you," I said, taking a big gulp of my drink. But I had to think about what I was going to say, and I realized, "No. I guess it's actually not that weird.

"What do you do when your best friend tells you she's in love with you?"

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