Meme: Breaking The Dry Spell
I haven't written anything in a while! I have tons of ideas, but real life seems to be getting in the way; and then when I do sit down to write, nothing really comes out right. It's like the words are choking.
So here's the plan to break out of this:
So here's the plan to break out of this:
- Comment here with a character or a pairing, and five words/short prompts.
- I will write one ( Read more... )
"I asked for a pen, not your girly-ass lipgloss," Seifer hisses, but he can't help wondering what Orange-gasm tastes like from Selphie's lips.
2. Garden Festival Committee
"You'll help," Selphie says, her eyes twinkling, "because I'll make sure you get kicked out of Garden for 'bad citizenship' if you don't."
3. discipline
Neither one has any patience, and Quistis predicts disaster on their first mission together; to her surprise, they make a remarkably good team, mainly because they're both so crazy that they keep each other in line.
4. explosives
There's fire in the background as he kisses her: heat everywhere, making the world shimmer around them, and he's pretty sure they're dead so why not? Her lips taste like gunpowder and orange chapstick, and Seifer decides suddenly that he wants to live.
5. sand
"A walk on the beach," Seifer grumbles. "I knew you were just like every other girl."
Selphie purses her lips and looks him up and down. "What's more romantic than midnight skinnydipping?"
Seifer's jaw drops. "You wouldn't," he says, even though he knows damn well that she would, and will, and probably already has.
Selphie grins and chucks her flip-flops into the sand. "Dare you."
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