WIP Meme
Snagged from a couple of people on my FL:
Post a snippet of whatever fic you're writing right now. You can give context or not. Just give a couple of lines of whatever you're working on currently.
1. From a sort of alternative format fic I am working on:
In Malta to see Bad Dad in prison. Told him I love him and forgive him. Only one of those is true, but what the hell? Life is short, right?
Told him all about you, including the part where you're kind of the reason he's in jail. He swore a lot in Italian, then said he thinks he would've liked you.
Ti amo means I love you. Ti amo, Reid. Ti amo.
2. From the next schmoop_bingo fic, the prompt being "wedding consummation":
Reid really didn't think it would feel any different. He'd never even thought about getting married in that alternate universe known as The Time Before Luke Snyder, and even after Luke, - even after Illinois made same-sex marriage legal - he'd mainly proposed because he couldn't get the image of what Luke's reaction might be out of his mind. (Luke, with those expressive eyes and that talented mouth, had not disappointed.)
But really, Reid already felt married to Luke anyway, so if dressing up in a monkey suit and declaring his intentions before God and everybody (and he did mean everybody - all of freaking Oakdale was there) made Luke happy, he was willing to do it. Because when Luke was happy, he was happy.
Plus, there would be cake.
3. From the next chapter of The Open Halls of the Soul:
Spike glanced at Harris and noted his closed-off posture, the hard set line of his mouth. But Spike was just about out of sympathy. He was tired of Harris dodging his questions. He was tired of using kid gloves. He needed to know what the hell had happened to his family, and he needed to know now.
"Harris..."
"Don't."
"Have to."
Harris kept walking, picking up the pace and lowering his head. But there was no running away from whatever had happened. Spike put a hand on his shoulder, halting his progress."
"Xander..."
"Don't." He's begging. Spike can hear it in his voice, see it on his face. There are things you don't need to know, Harris tells him. Once you know at thing, you can't unknow it. Spike gets that. But he tells Harris that not knowing is worse.
After he hears what happened, Spike decides he was wrong.
Post a snippet of whatever fic you're writing right now. You can give context or not. Just give a couple of lines of whatever you're working on currently.
1. From a sort of alternative format fic I am working on:
In Malta to see Bad Dad in prison. Told him I love him and forgive him. Only one of those is true, but what the hell? Life is short, right?
Told him all about you, including the part where you're kind of the reason he's in jail. He swore a lot in Italian, then said he thinks he would've liked you.
Ti amo means I love you. Ti amo, Reid. Ti amo.
2. From the next schmoop_bingo fic, the prompt being "wedding consummation":
Reid really didn't think it would feel any different. He'd never even thought about getting married in that alternate universe known as The Time Before Luke Snyder, and even after Luke, - even after Illinois made same-sex marriage legal - he'd mainly proposed because he couldn't get the image of what Luke's reaction might be out of his mind. (Luke, with those expressive eyes and that talented mouth, had not disappointed.)
But really, Reid already felt married to Luke anyway, so if dressing up in a monkey suit and declaring his intentions before God and everybody (and he did mean everybody - all of freaking Oakdale was there) made Luke happy, he was willing to do it. Because when Luke was happy, he was happy.
Plus, there would be cake.
3. From the next chapter of The Open Halls of the Soul:
Spike glanced at Harris and noted his closed-off posture, the hard set line of his mouth. But Spike was just about out of sympathy. He was tired of Harris dodging his questions. He was tired of using kid gloves. He needed to know what the hell had happened to his family, and he needed to know now.
"Harris..."
"Don't."
"Have to."
Harris kept walking, picking up the pace and lowering his head. But there was no running away from whatever had happened. Spike put a hand on his shoulder, halting his progress."
"Xander..."
"Don't." He's begging. Spike can hear it in his voice, see it on his face. There are things you don't need to know, Harris tells him. Once you know at thing, you can't unknow it. Spike gets that. But he tells Harris that not knowing is worse.
After he hears what happened, Spike decides he was wrong.