In which I twist a meme to suit my own purposes and manage not to Mary Sue myself
Nicked from wopt70...
Write a story about your default icon. (Or, hell, any of your icons, I don't care). Doesn't matter what it is or whether you're a writer or not - write a ficlet or a drabble or just a paragraph, then post it in the comments along with the icon you're writing about. Here's mine:
Elijah shoves his hands into the pockets of faded and frayed jeans that hang just this side of loose from bruised hipbones. The buttons of his shirt are fastened far enough up his pale chest to hide livid bite marks. He is thankful that all of the tiny buttons are intact after the previous night and that his wrinkled shirttail hides the evidence of Dominic’s enthusiasm on first seeing him. Elijah runs a shaking hand through his hair and smiles as the photographer takes a break to adjust the lights and put a fresh roll of film in his camera.
Write a story about your default icon. (Or, hell, any of your icons, I don't care). Doesn't matter what it is or whether you're a writer or not - write a ficlet or a drabble or just a paragraph, then post it in the comments along with the icon you're writing about. Here's mine:
Elijah shoves his hands into the pockets of faded and frayed jeans that hang just this side of loose from bruised hipbones. The buttons of his shirt are fastened far enough up his pale chest to hide livid bite marks. He is thankful that all of the tiny buttons are intact after the previous night and that his wrinkled shirttail hides the evidence of Dominic’s enthusiasm on first seeing him. Elijah runs a shaking hand through his hair and smiles as the photographer takes a break to adjust the lights and put a fresh roll of film in his camera.