meme seen around the f-list
"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!"
The mood in the castle was somber; no one seemed to be speaking above a murmur, and everyone wore green clothing as a sign of mourning.
Was this how a High Summoner felt, standing in the Calm Lands with the Final Aeon waiting for his call?
He persuades the Emperor that their second-in-commands could use the chance at real command, and after all, there is Kefka, if anything should require a general's personal attention.
Ashe stood in the shadows of the arched window, looking down upon Archades.
(She had singed his ears, not to mention his backside, for being so high-handed, but that hadn't changed much; the King had ordered it, and his people obeyed.)
This late in Leo, there were still hours of daylight left, but the evening sun cast ruddy light and deep shadows across the cobblestoned streets.
The dance went slowly at first, for Freya was not a graceful child; she was prone to tripping on her own tail and crossing her feet all wrong.
A tool does not question its master's hand.
The carved marble pillar is cold and hard against her back even through the evening gown, while Locke's skin against hers is hot and smooth.
Their swords clash, Cid moving unearthly fast for a man his age, and Agrias struggles to hold her own.
Setzer laughs, twining her hair idly around narrow clever fingers, and looks over her head to smirk at Locke.
Locke's lips are curved in a faint smile when he strokes the magicite over her skin; she sighs in pleasure at the icy chill.
Kain stares in rapt fascination while Cecil's callused hands slide over Rosa's pale, smooth skin.
~*~
In other news, flight was okay. Dealt with turbulence by writing Kain watching Cecil and Rosa - yes, that way - in my head. Am pretty sure the parents of the small child next to me would've been a bit horrified. Then again, given their kid's perpetual screaming, I do not really care.
Spent today at Mom's job, doing a project for her. XD Took me about an hour, easy as pie. My 130 wpm typing speed demolishes data entry!
The room was full of really really shiny Apple-made toys. I played with the MacBook Pro, and the iPod Touch, and both are soooooo shiny. DO WANT. Pout for the state of my finances.
Also, restarted FF4DS yesterday. OMG. So, at the beginning, when Cecil and Kain are getting ready to head out to Mist? I love how they're walking toward each other as though to begin an epic battle. Also. Also. Kain in Mist. I want to write fic about this. Very badly. Yes.
The mood in the castle was somber; no one seemed to be speaking above a murmur, and everyone wore green clothing as a sign of mourning.
Was this how a High Summoner felt, standing in the Calm Lands with the Final Aeon waiting for his call?
He persuades the Emperor that their second-in-commands could use the chance at real command, and after all, there is Kefka, if anything should require a general's personal attention.
Ashe stood in the shadows of the arched window, looking down upon Archades.
(She had singed his ears, not to mention his backside, for being so high-handed, but that hadn't changed much; the King had ordered it, and his people obeyed.)
This late in Leo, there were still hours of daylight left, but the evening sun cast ruddy light and deep shadows across the cobblestoned streets.
The dance went slowly at first, for Freya was not a graceful child; she was prone to tripping on her own tail and crossing her feet all wrong.
A tool does not question its master's hand.
The carved marble pillar is cold and hard against her back even through the evening gown, while Locke's skin against hers is hot and smooth.
Their swords clash, Cid moving unearthly fast for a man his age, and Agrias struggles to hold her own.
Setzer laughs, twining her hair idly around narrow clever fingers, and looks over her head to smirk at Locke.
Locke's lips are curved in a faint smile when he strokes the magicite over her skin; she sighs in pleasure at the icy chill.
Kain stares in rapt fascination while Cecil's callused hands slide over Rosa's pale, smooth skin.
~*~
In other news, flight was okay. Dealt with turbulence by writing Kain watching Cecil and Rosa - yes, that way - in my head. Am pretty sure the parents of the small child next to me would've been a bit horrified. Then again, given their kid's perpetual screaming, I do not really care.
Spent today at Mom's job, doing a project for her. XD Took me about an hour, easy as pie. My 130 wpm typing speed demolishes data entry!
The room was full of really really shiny Apple-made toys. I played with the MacBook Pro, and the iPod Touch, and both are soooooo shiny. DO WANT. Pout for the state of my finances.
Also, restarted FF4DS yesterday. OMG. So, at the beginning, when Cecil and Kain are getting ready to head out to Mist? I love how they're walking toward each other as though to begin an epic battle. Also. Also. Kain in Mist. I want to write fic about this. Very badly. Yes.