Sunday Six Sentences
Each Sunday, post six sentences from a writing project -- published, submitted, in progress, for your cat -- whatever.
Original:
"Guess we should have known," Carey says, hugging his knees. The grassy knoll they started from is colder now than earlier, probably because night's impending. "Marc didn't have a scar. Monsters always get one thing wrong."
"You have a facial scar you didn't used to," Jacan says from beside him, side-eyeing Carey.
"Yeah, 'cause I ran face first through a window," Carey admits.
[Does this mean I reached the end? I THINK IT DOES. OOOOH.]
Fanfic:
"No," Stiles says, even though it's the last thing in all the realms that he wants to say. When Derek lifts his hands away and steps back, Stiles feels the loss keenly, like the moment when the war ended, and his powers were locked away. He buries down the voice that says he'll be giving his powers up again by ending all this; Stiles is okay with being human, he likes being human, and it's the gift his mom fought and died for, so it's what Stiles will fight for too.
He feels utterly miserable, and Derek looks wrecked too, uncertain and closing down, the way rejection makes Stiles feel inside. It's a miracle that Derek's even letting emotions show on his face, and Stiles hates everything; hates that it has to be like this, hates that he's given Derek emotional openness with one hand and he's taking it away with the other.
But he has to.
Original:
"Guess we should have known," Carey says, hugging his knees. The grassy knoll they started from is colder now than earlier, probably because night's impending. "Marc didn't have a scar. Monsters always get one thing wrong."
"You have a facial scar you didn't used to," Jacan says from beside him, side-eyeing Carey.
"Yeah, 'cause I ran face first through a window," Carey admits.
[Does this mean I reached the end? I THINK IT DOES. OOOOH.]
Fanfic:
"No," Stiles says, even though it's the last thing in all the realms that he wants to say. When Derek lifts his hands away and steps back, Stiles feels the loss keenly, like the moment when the war ended, and his powers were locked away. He buries down the voice that says he'll be giving his powers up again by ending all this; Stiles is okay with being human, he likes being human, and it's the gift his mom fought and died for, so it's what Stiles will fight for too.
He feels utterly miserable, and Derek looks wrecked too, uncertain and closing down, the way rejection makes Stiles feel inside. It's a miracle that Derek's even letting emotions show on his face, and Stiles hates everything; hates that it has to be like this, hates that he's given Derek emotional openness with one hand and he's taking it away with the other.
But he has to.