yuletide distraction
So, I'm kind of terrified that I'm going to die or be seriously injured before next Wednesday and never finish and upload my Yuletide story!
...Though I guess if that happens I'll have bigger things to worry about - or not.
I've written around 700 words today on it but there's lots more to go.
Last night I was procrastinating by looking at rounds_of_kink. I'm not doing this round, but I saw a Due South prompt by thady that inspired me - of course I didn't realize til after I'd started writing that it was one of yesterday's prompts.
Ray couldn't write anything down. But he kept a mental tally. That's how he thought of it at first, as a tally of the days. Then later, as a list. Eventually he came to the conclusion that it was really a kind of diary. And eventually he admitted to himself that whenever he did it or thought about it, he thought of Fraser too. It was something that Fraser would have been proud of him for doing, keeping track like that.
He wondered a lot what Fraser was doing, at the same time that he was acting like a scumbag. He had to be a bigger scumbag than he had ever gotten to be before. It made him feel like shit, but that was the job. He hoped that wherever Fraser was (Chicago still, he prayed, don't let him have gone home to Canada) that he wasn't doing anything so nasty. Unfortunately daily updates on his old pal and partner were not kind of information that his bosses (his real bosses, that is) were inclined to send him.
So, he kept his count of Days Away From Fraser. He figured someday they'd get to compare.
Day 1 had been bad. But Day 33 really bit the big one. Vito, the main mobster he was supposed to be sucking up to, had decided to test him by having him shoot some guy named John Balding in the head (which was, coincidentally, balding.) He managed to fake-shoot the guy, by doing it earlier than he had been supposed to and using a bag of fake blood, at least he hoped it was fake 'cause it had smelled pretty real, and Vito just thought he was over-eager which pretty much saved his bacon (and John Balding's -- who was rechristened as some other, hopefully less fitting name once his "dead" body got fished out of the river by the cops and put into the Witness Protection Program.)
There were some other "tests" that didn't go nearly as well. There was one guy that, well. Let's just say he sacrified one of two very important organs to the cause. That was Day 176. Around that time Ray started to think that maybe days that were divisible by 11 were unlucky for him. He might have been thinking about it too much though.
The prompt is:
"I have tasted the bitter and the sweet of affairs
And walked over the tough and smooth path of days."
and the kink is hand-jobs, which if I ever finish this, there will be.
I've never written Ray Vecchio AT ALL, by the way.
Also, monanotlisa wrote a Teyla drabble for my prompt! And it's wonderful.
...Though I guess if that happens I'll have bigger things to worry about - or not.
I've written around 700 words today on it but there's lots more to go.
Last night I was procrastinating by looking at rounds_of_kink. I'm not doing this round, but I saw a Due South prompt by thady that inspired me - of course I didn't realize til after I'd started writing that it was one of yesterday's prompts.
Ray couldn't write anything down. But he kept a mental tally. That's how he thought of it at first, as a tally of the days. Then later, as a list. Eventually he came to the conclusion that it was really a kind of diary. And eventually he admitted to himself that whenever he did it or thought about it, he thought of Fraser too. It was something that Fraser would have been proud of him for doing, keeping track like that.
He wondered a lot what Fraser was doing, at the same time that he was acting like a scumbag. He had to be a bigger scumbag than he had ever gotten to be before. It made him feel like shit, but that was the job. He hoped that wherever Fraser was (Chicago still, he prayed, don't let him have gone home to Canada) that he wasn't doing anything so nasty. Unfortunately daily updates on his old pal and partner were not kind of information that his bosses (his real bosses, that is) were inclined to send him.
So, he kept his count of Days Away From Fraser. He figured someday they'd get to compare.
Day 1 had been bad. But Day 33 really bit the big one. Vito, the main mobster he was supposed to be sucking up to, had decided to test him by having him shoot some guy named John Balding in the head (which was, coincidentally, balding.) He managed to fake-shoot the guy, by doing it earlier than he had been supposed to and using a bag of fake blood, at least he hoped it was fake 'cause it had smelled pretty real, and Vito just thought he was over-eager which pretty much saved his bacon (and John Balding's -- who was rechristened as some other, hopefully less fitting name once his "dead" body got fished out of the river by the cops and put into the Witness Protection Program.)
There were some other "tests" that didn't go nearly as well. There was one guy that, well. Let's just say he sacrified one of two very important organs to the cause. That was Day 176. Around that time Ray started to think that maybe days that were divisible by 11 were unlucky for him. He might have been thinking about it too much though.
The prompt is:
"I have tasted the bitter and the sweet of affairs
And walked over the tough and smooth path of days."
and the kink is hand-jobs, which if I ever finish this, there will be.
I've never written Ray Vecchio AT ALL, by the way.
Also, monanotlisa wrote a Teyla drabble for my prompt! And it's wonderful.