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I should really start putting on my glasses when I'm rushing out of bed to get the door, because so far it's been twice now that I squint blurry eyes at Fred and try to find my bearings. He came by, I think to poke around at the basement, hell, he could've just been by about rent, I don't bloody care, because it saved me a trip! Damn February and you short, distracting month! Anyway, I had it on the table, so I gleefully gave it to him. It saved me a trip to his house. We talked a bit, and I confirmed that I'd be around here for awhile lol, that I planned on working over the summer, and that it's unlikely I'll be graduating anytime soon :D
SO that's out of the way /o/
It is snowing, but it doesn't seem like a big deal, the warnings are dropped, so I'll probably head to campus in a bit and do some homework in the RBC lounge before RPC.
And now a meme, courtesy of non_canon~!
The Infamous WIP meme: 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!
*cheated only a little*
Fanfiction
His hands twitched and for a moment the dust all blended together into a yellow light and his mind cooked up all those old memories at once, boiling out of their pot, almost engulfing him whole; then he remembered where he was, snapped to awareness from the insistent vibrating of his phone.
Her hair branched up like icicles; long, clawed fingers tinted in his blood kept threateningly before her, and from her wrists, tapering down to her back were wing-like appendages, wavering through the air with a life of their own.
Winds howls around him, but he knows better, and he shakes his head, skulking down besides a mast, tugging his oily hat over his eyes.
Tonight he can't see the stars; they're hidden behind the cloud cover, but he knows them well enough in his mind that he can map them out.
He tried to then hide his cringe from the sting, only to realize afterwards that the metal ball wandered wayward and was eaten by a Blue Eyes White Dragon.
“I’m working!” he roars. “Which is quite vital if we want anything akin to success! And here you are, interrupting me, like the attention whore you really are -” She slaps him.
His wig askew, he pulled out something from his pocket and waved a ring before the captor (Gillette had to wonder just who that was stolen from). “I have come to ask for his hand.”
“Because it is Windurst! Past or present, it’s still my home, Lafihna! If there was a war in the present, I would fight just the same!”
Original
The boy focused; the wax expanded across the table, leaving the wick to float around like a tiny ship across an ocean, until the firelight found itself drowning in the wax and faded with a strand of smoke.
“Stupid human! Stupid human!” a white bird cackled, circling around him.
He lets himself sink into the sand, finds himself staring at that menacing tower in the distance, hates and blames it for everything in his life; it was the start of it all.
The words tainted the air around her like a cocoon. Torian tried to hold back her anger, but all she could see is the red-brown clouds and fire. Fire. She hated fire. It symbolized Phoenix. It symbolized the loss of her home, her family, her life. And yet the words were forming on their own, pulling away from her tattoo, blotting the air with the word for “burn” over and over again, all around her.
The shadows were mocking him. They curled around in the distance and he could see them twisting and linking together and becoming much larger and closer.
Grab some HW, and head to campus... *nods*
SO that's out of the way /o/
It is snowing, but it doesn't seem like a big deal, the warnings are dropped, so I'll probably head to campus in a bit and do some homework in the RBC lounge before RPC.
And now a meme, courtesy of non_canon~!
The Infamous WIP meme: 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!
*cheated only a little*
Fanfiction
His hands twitched and for a moment the dust all blended together into a yellow light and his mind cooked up all those old memories at once, boiling out of their pot, almost engulfing him whole; then he remembered where he was, snapped to awareness from the insistent vibrating of his phone.
Her hair branched up like icicles; long, clawed fingers tinted in his blood kept threateningly before her, and from her wrists, tapering down to her back were wing-like appendages, wavering through the air with a life of their own.
Winds howls around him, but he knows better, and he shakes his head, skulking down besides a mast, tugging his oily hat over his eyes.
Tonight he can't see the stars; they're hidden behind the cloud cover, but he knows them well enough in his mind that he can map them out.
He tried to then hide his cringe from the sting, only to realize afterwards that the metal ball wandered wayward and was eaten by a Blue Eyes White Dragon.
“I’m working!” he roars. “Which is quite vital if we want anything akin to success! And here you are, interrupting me, like the attention whore you really are -” She slaps him.
His wig askew, he pulled out something from his pocket and waved a ring before the captor (Gillette had to wonder just who that was stolen from). “I have come to ask for his hand.”
“Because it is Windurst! Past or present, it’s still my home, Lafihna! If there was a war in the present, I would fight just the same!”
Original
The boy focused; the wax expanded across the table, leaving the wick to float around like a tiny ship across an ocean, until the firelight found itself drowning in the wax and faded with a strand of smoke.
“Stupid human! Stupid human!” a white bird cackled, circling around him.
He lets himself sink into the sand, finds himself staring at that menacing tower in the distance, hates and blames it for everything in his life; it was the start of it all.
The words tainted the air around her like a cocoon. Torian tried to hold back her anger, but all she could see is the red-brown clouds and fire. Fire. She hated fire. It symbolized Phoenix. It symbolized the loss of her home, her family, her life. And yet the words were forming on their own, pulling away from her tattoo, blotting the air with the word for “burn” over and over again, all around her.
The shadows were mocking him. They curled around in the distance and he could see them twisting and linking together and becoming much larger and closer.
Grab some HW, and head to campus... *nods*