this may mean you'll have to be a stronger man...
Current word count: 35576
EWCTEOS: 19424
Character I'd most like to slap: Peter for turning a transitional reference to a shower into two entire scenes.
Character I'm most likely to want to slap later: the author, for letting him.
Question I most want answered: how is Mohinder managing to hide what he knows about Nathan and Peter from himself, seriously?
Subsidiary question: when will he realize he's falling in love with Nathan, too?
Current darling: “I’d rather see you painting me.” Peter’s voice and his eyelashes dipped seductively, leaving Mohinder in no doubt as to what he’d like to be painted with.
Perhaps perversely, however, Mohinder saw Peter reclining on the carmine and banana pillows of their sand beige couch (which now appeared a proper couch again) like one of Matisse’s odalisques, and himself with a palette of edible pigments. Chocolate came to mind, and caramel sauce, raspberry coulis like the one on the torte in Monterrey. Strawberries in sauce like on the New York cheesecake Peter swore was almost better than sex. Green liqueur he’d been told was melon flavored when he wondered at the color, blueberries from a flaky crusted diner pie like the one by the hospital where Matthew Parkman convalesced, and lemon--
Peter’s laughter rocked them both. “Someone’s hungry.”
For those keeping score, that's 3084 words since I got back from winchestercon. I'm usually faster than this, but I did put in more than 1000 today, so I'm very very pleased. Alas, the 1000 I put in were supposed to have been more like two sentences in terms of the timeline covered, but what can you do? The boys needed to eat. :P
EWCTEOS: 19424
Character I'd most like to slap: Peter for turning a transitional reference to a shower into two entire scenes.
Character I'm most likely to want to slap later: the author, for letting him.
Question I most want answered: how is Mohinder managing to hide what he knows about Nathan and Peter from himself, seriously?
Subsidiary question: when will he realize he's falling in love with Nathan, too?
Current darling: “I’d rather see you painting me.” Peter’s voice and his eyelashes dipped seductively, leaving Mohinder in no doubt as to what he’d like to be painted with.
Perhaps perversely, however, Mohinder saw Peter reclining on the carmine and banana pillows of their sand beige couch (which now appeared a proper couch again) like one of Matisse’s odalisques, and himself with a palette of edible pigments. Chocolate came to mind, and caramel sauce, raspberry coulis like the one on the torte in Monterrey. Strawberries in sauce like on the New York cheesecake Peter swore was almost better than sex. Green liqueur he’d been told was melon flavored when he wondered at the color, blueberries from a flaky crusted diner pie like the one by the hospital where Matthew Parkman convalesced, and lemon--
Peter’s laughter rocked them both. “Someone’s hungry.”
For those keeping score, that's 3084 words since I got back from winchestercon. I'm usually faster than this, but I did put in more than 1000 today, so I'm very very pleased. Alas, the 1000 I put in were supposed to have been more like two sentences in terms of the timeline covered, but what can you do? The boys needed to eat. :P