Twenty-Two First Lines
Meme stolen from winter_hermit. :D
I'm not sure if I should feel accomplished or not that going back 22 fics puts me back to just over a year ago... I guess that means I'm averaging almost 2 per month? Obviously with vastly varying lengths. And a bunch of these are from Torchwood LAS. But still! That's not so bad, really. Yes, I'm going to go with not too bad~ :D
Okay, here goes! :P
Sometimes Dean has no idea what he’d do without Sam and his random, middle-of-the-night questions.
forever is the space between
Sam still feels it sometimes, a bright, throbbing thing inside of him that starts small, or starts big; it really doesn’t matter, because the end is always the same.
This Is a War
The thing about Dean’s deal is that it makes everything feel desperate, like the world is ending, every single second of every day.
keep the fire going bright
They’re in a stupid bar in some no-name town in Ohio, just over the Pennsylvania border.
The Light at the End of the Tunnel Is You
The forest smells of earthy, pine-scented dirt, and blood.
The Fire Dream
“Jesus, it’s cold out here,” Dean says, raising his voice over the wind, which is coming down through the trees in huge gusts that cut through his jacket like it’s not even there, chilling him right down to his bones.
The Tricks of Creative Navigation
Dean blinks and the interior of the Impala slowly comes into focus.
New Ground Rules
“Well,” Dean says, “there’s a trick to it.”
There's a Trick to It
The Impala hums along the road.
Well, We're Always On Our Way
The colors of the city bled into Troels Hartmann’s office through tiny gaps in the blinds.
When there is no place to lie down, walk
“I have to warn you -- I’ve never been very good with these things.”
Message in a Bottle
Even by Cardiff standards, the weather had been terrible these past few days - inclement, bruised, and moody, with dark clouds that rolled in over the bay each evening around dusk.
Litterbug
“There’s no time,” Jack shouts, competing for volume over the pelting rain and hail.
Lost at Sea
The ceramic bowl is heavy and solid in Shun’s hands as he allows this one moment to spread out in front of him, dwarfing the thoughts that have been crowding his head all day.
Tulip in a Cup
“Would we have grown old together?”
Into the Sun
The image appears so often in his mind that Ianto has given up on pushing it away.
A Shadow Passed
It’s nearly midnight.
The Persistence of Memory
When Yuuki is five, Yuuta tells him he has to learn how to sleep on his own, and he listens, because despite all his grumblings, Yuuta is his big brother, and (almost) always knows best.
I'll draw us a map
Nezumi moves fast because he has to, because moving means he’s still alive, still here, even if he hasn’t known where “here” is for miles and miles.
Everywhere With You
“The trees are half dead.”
A Matter of Perception
Nezumi has been quiet, these past few days.
For an Early Thaw
It’s approaching late evening, and after they’ve finished with dinner, Shion makes weak, mud-colored tea out of the leaves left over from breakfast.
Fearless
I'm not sure if I should feel accomplished or not that going back 22 fics puts me back to just over a year ago... I guess that means I'm averaging almost 2 per month? Obviously with vastly varying lengths. And a bunch of these are from Torchwood LAS. But still! That's not so bad, really. Yes, I'm going to go with not too bad~ :D
Okay, here goes! :P
Sometimes Dean has no idea what he’d do without Sam and his random, middle-of-the-night questions.
forever is the space between
Sam still feels it sometimes, a bright, throbbing thing inside of him that starts small, or starts big; it really doesn’t matter, because the end is always the same.
This Is a War
The thing about Dean’s deal is that it makes everything feel desperate, like the world is ending, every single second of every day.
keep the fire going bright
They’re in a stupid bar in some no-name town in Ohio, just over the Pennsylvania border.
The Light at the End of the Tunnel Is You
The forest smells of earthy, pine-scented dirt, and blood.
The Fire Dream
“Jesus, it’s cold out here,” Dean says, raising his voice over the wind, which is coming down through the trees in huge gusts that cut through his jacket like it’s not even there, chilling him right down to his bones.
The Tricks of Creative Navigation
Dean blinks and the interior of the Impala slowly comes into focus.
New Ground Rules
“Well,” Dean says, “there’s a trick to it.”
There's a Trick to It
The Impala hums along the road.
Well, We're Always On Our Way
The colors of the city bled into Troels Hartmann’s office through tiny gaps in the blinds.
When there is no place to lie down, walk
“I have to warn you -- I’ve never been very good with these things.”
Message in a Bottle
Even by Cardiff standards, the weather had been terrible these past few days - inclement, bruised, and moody, with dark clouds that rolled in over the bay each evening around dusk.
Litterbug
“There’s no time,” Jack shouts, competing for volume over the pelting rain and hail.
Lost at Sea
The ceramic bowl is heavy and solid in Shun’s hands as he allows this one moment to spread out in front of him, dwarfing the thoughts that have been crowding his head all day.
Tulip in a Cup
“Would we have grown old together?”
Into the Sun
The image appears so often in his mind that Ianto has given up on pushing it away.
A Shadow Passed
It’s nearly midnight.
The Persistence of Memory
When Yuuki is five, Yuuta tells him he has to learn how to sleep on his own, and he listens, because despite all his grumblings, Yuuta is his big brother, and (almost) always knows best.
I'll draw us a map
Nezumi moves fast because he has to, because moving means he’s still alive, still here, even if he hasn’t known where “here” is for miles and miles.
Everywhere With You
“The trees are half dead.”
A Matter of Perception
Nezumi has been quiet, these past few days.
For an Early Thaw
It’s approaching late evening, and after they’ve finished with dinner, Shion makes weak, mud-colored tea out of the leaves left over from breakfast.
Fearless