Meme!
Meme snatched from cypher on DW. "Post a single sentence from each WIP you have (or as many as you want to pick). No context, no explanations. No more than one sentence!"
Seifer looked up at the sun and tried remembering what he’d forgotten from field practice, but couldn’t dredge a memory of exactly where the sun should be at this hour and where that put them.
His senses surged to life as soon as he stepped out of the safety hatch, the emptiness and weightlessness of it highlighting the heat of his own body, the feel of his heart against his ribcage, the flow of his blood.
Mustang surveyed the racks of dull, well-balanced practice weaponry with a feverish eye, his hands skimming over hilts and poles and never stopping.
As this new apparition walked into the cave, he found his curiosity pricked by the bright shine of the human’s self-projection, brighter than any he had ever seen before, brighter still than some of his peers.
Snarling, baring his sharp vampire canines, Cloud steps forwards, staggers as if uncertain, considering.
Choking on a sound that suspiciously resembled a sob, Anisa removed her headscarf and balled it in a wad that she pressed against his wound.
Squall was willing to accept that possibility and wait at the castle, but there was a sudden tension to Ichiro’s posture, like a trigger just a breath away from being pulled, that stilled Squall’s assurance.
Cid couldn’t put a name on how Aerith was looking at Cloud, but he was beginning to wonder if she wasn’t falling for his asocial little ass.
Also, went paintballing with the martial arts peeps today. I am stupidly fond of the bruises lining my back. XD I guess it 's unavoidable when you're wearing bright yellow and everyone's trying to shoot your ass to win the game. >.>;; Hooray for adrenaline making it not matter. Even though apparently the balls didn't want to burst when they hit me, so they didn't kill me, but that also means they sting more. Still. Not-dying is an acceptable compromise! >DD