Sanctuary Snippet the Second
Improbably enough, considering everything I have to do today, I've been writing again. More Sanctuary. More Will-words. Have I mentioned I love looking at the world from inside his brain? He sees things in such amazingly rich detail. I've forgotten how to do that. It's nice to remember.
Tentative Title: Laura
Fandom: Sanctuary
Character: Will Zimmerman
Type: pre-series, formative moment
Word count: 862 so far
Today: 576
What I love about it so far: the rhythm, the details, the insights
What I don't love about it: not being done any time soon
Note: I think the title/OFC name, even snatches of visuals, come from Chris Christofferson's Think of Laura and my memories of Laura's return to General Hospital after Stavros had her captive on the Ice Princess. Humorously, I was indulging in memories of this this week before Castle. I have become one with my television shows.
On the other hand, not spending money means he has enough to follow her in without looking like the stalker he is. He's still wearing his scrub shirt, so he won't even be out of place. At least, that's what he tells himself when his hand closes around the gunmetal, hammered steel handle - just another resident, treating himself after thankless hours of shit (sometimes literally) work.
Through the door wafts a heavy lace of garlic, the smooth warmth of real butter, a sharp bite of pepper, exotic but earthy saffron, a heady, unexpected pinch of cumin. In ten years, they'll call it fusion; now, it's still 'Mediterranean'. At the woman’s shoulder, where she stands talking to someone who isn't the maitre d' beckoning him to a table, old, exposed brick grabs at the wool of her jacket - there'll be fiber transfer later - and snares a curl that Will itches to untangle. Stained, dark oak floors greet the nervous tap of her foot. She's got the beret in her gloved fingers, but she doesn't twist or wring it, and the hair at the crown of her head has been roughly smoothed.
He should leave, he thinks. He's intruding on something. But he can't quite break away. Like the monster that killed his mother, Will can't unsee her tears.
Tentative Title: Laura
Fandom: Sanctuary
Character: Will Zimmerman
Type: pre-series, formative moment
Word count: 862 so far
Today: 576
What I love about it so far: the rhythm, the details, the insights
What I don't love about it: not being done any time soon
Note: I think the title/OFC name, even snatches of visuals, come from Chris Christofferson's Think of Laura and my memories of Laura's return to General Hospital after Stavros had her captive on the Ice Princess. Humorously, I was indulging in memories of this this week before Castle. I have become one with my television shows.
On the other hand, not spending money means he has enough to follow her in without looking like the stalker he is. He's still wearing his scrub shirt, so he won't even be out of place. At least, that's what he tells himself when his hand closes around the gunmetal, hammered steel handle - just another resident, treating himself after thankless hours of shit (sometimes literally) work.
Through the door wafts a heavy lace of garlic, the smooth warmth of real butter, a sharp bite of pepper, exotic but earthy saffron, a heady, unexpected pinch of cumin. In ten years, they'll call it fusion; now, it's still 'Mediterranean'. At the woman’s shoulder, where she stands talking to someone who isn't the maitre d' beckoning him to a table, old, exposed brick grabs at the wool of her jacket - there'll be fiber transfer later - and snares a curl that Will itches to untangle. Stained, dark oak floors greet the nervous tap of her foot. She's got the beret in her gloved fingers, but she doesn't twist or wring it, and the hair at the crown of her head has been roughly smoothed.
He should leave, he thinks. He's intruding on something. But he can't quite break away. Like the monster that killed his mother, Will can't unsee her tears.