Blood on his hands, the floor. In his mouth. Hell gaped open, waiting for him to finish dying. (subject to change - for SPN illuminated)

Clay nodded, his eyes all pupil, fixed, frozen, not really here. He turned the blade. The sharp edge dug into Tom’s throat. Tom gagged, felt the blade cut him. He reached out, put a hand on Clay’s chest. Stroked ( Read more... )

Post a sentence (or two or a paragraph, whatever) from as many of your WIPs as you want, with no explanation attached. Snagged from lustmordred

see me use some fandom names for my characters:) - though two in fact really ARE those characters, being a fan fiction story

"This? You want this, then?" the vampire asked, and slid his hand over him again, gripping ( Read more... )