[WIP] Got Motion Restrained Emotion (Declan/Kate)
I'm not doing NaNo, because I need to develop the habit of writing every day, not kill myself to write a particular number of words every day. So, I'm doing what I call JODD, Just Open the Damned Document. I have to put keystrokes in a story document every day, even if they get deleted, even if it's just a few words, but I have to open something and try. So far, it's going well.
I finished the Epic Fic of Doom, and the gorgeous glorious oparu is putting up with my neuroses long enough to beta it. Which it really needs. I've been working on it so long that I've lost the sense of it as a complete work.
Last night I started on a shorter fic that's been poking around in my brain for awhile. It's a Declan/Kate five things fic, mostly pornish. I hope to finish it by Tuesday.
Title: got motion restrained emotion
Fandom: Sanctuary
Pairing: Declan/Kate
Summary: When Magnus tells Kate to show Declan how she feels, she probably doesn't mean this.
Words: 1142 so far
Today: 1142
What I like so far: Kate's all filthy sharp edges and angles, but there's a sweetheart underneath.
What I don't like so far: Declan's a little bit of a cypher, more a projection of Kate's sexual thoughts about him than a real person.
What I'm looking forward to: bringing Declan forward as a character through Kate getting to know him better
What I'm not looking forward to: Nothing, hooray!
Snippet:
Magnus wants the trade stopped and she wants the supply so she can develop a cure, so Kate and Declan are blending with the Arizona State University crowd tonight, waiting for something to happen. Well, Kate’s blending, smoking hot in a little black bandage dress, emphasis on the little, and her weapons are in the boots the shouldn’t go with it, but turn it into a fashion statement. Declan’s looking like a Guinness drinker at a tequila bar, but somehow he’s the hottest guy in here.
Not so much somehow. He’s got that sprinkle of gray and Northern Brit accent, broad shoulders and chest, and a great ass, plus that nice guy smile (that gets smoky real fast) that make him a shoo-in for the Ratpack of daddy issues this crowd’s carrying around. If one more pair of Had Some Work Dones rubs up against him, Kate’s going to tear a face off.
I finished the Epic Fic of Doom, and the gorgeous glorious oparu is putting up with my neuroses long enough to beta it. Which it really needs. I've been working on it so long that I've lost the sense of it as a complete work.
Last night I started on a shorter fic that's been poking around in my brain for awhile. It's a Declan/Kate five things fic, mostly pornish. I hope to finish it by Tuesday.
Title: got motion restrained emotion
Fandom: Sanctuary
Pairing: Declan/Kate
Summary: When Magnus tells Kate to show Declan how she feels, she probably doesn't mean this.
Words: 1142 so far
Today: 1142
What I like so far: Kate's all filthy sharp edges and angles, but there's a sweetheart underneath.
What I don't like so far: Declan's a little bit of a cypher, more a projection of Kate's sexual thoughts about him than a real person.
What I'm looking forward to: bringing Declan forward as a character through Kate getting to know him better
What I'm not looking forward to: Nothing, hooray!
Snippet:
Magnus wants the trade stopped and she wants the supply so she can develop a cure, so Kate and Declan are blending with the Arizona State University crowd tonight, waiting for something to happen. Well, Kate’s blending, smoking hot in a little black bandage dress, emphasis on the little, and her weapons are in the boots the shouldn’t go with it, but turn it into a fashion statement. Declan’s looking like a Guinness drinker at a tequila bar, but somehow he’s the hottest guy in here.
Not so much somehow. He’s got that sprinkle of gray and Northern Brit accent, broad shoulders and chest, and a great ass, plus that nice guy smile (that gets smoky real fast) that make him a shoo-in for the Ratpack of daddy issues this crowd’s carrying around. If one more pair of Had Some Work Dones rubs up against him, Kate’s going to tear a face off.