Six Sentence Sunday
So I'm gonna try to neglect my Dreamwidth and LJ a little less and actually post stuff here and not just Tumblr (to be fair I haven't exactly been making lots of quality content for Tumblr either lately.) So in that spirit: Six Sentence Sunday!
I’m trying to apply to MFA programs this year, so I’ve had to devote most of my writing time to non-fandom related work. But I haven’t forgotten or abandoned my angsty Season 2 vampire!Buffy WIP. Here’s a little snippet from my most recent scene from Anywhere But Here (which admittedly I last worked on weeks ago). This story will be finished some day, I swear!
(Note: the scene takes place at the mansion and is in Spike’s POV.)
Afternoon sunlight was slanting in from the courtyard, half-blinding, painting the room in light and dark. That was good, he reminded himself. It meant that when they got to his car they’d be fine, in the clear, or nearly so. Even if Angelus and Dru peeled away from each other within the next hour or two (unlikely) or were informed of he and Buffy’s disappearance by some poor minion (much more likely), they’d have a hell of a time tracking in daylight.
He wheeled to where Buffy was slumped in the permanent shadows of the back of the hall-sleeping soundly for once-head on her knees, hair limp across her face.
“Slayer?”
I’m trying to apply to MFA programs this year, so I’ve had to devote most of my writing time to non-fandom related work. But I haven’t forgotten or abandoned my angsty Season 2 vampire!Buffy WIP. Here’s a little snippet from my most recent scene from Anywhere But Here (which admittedly I last worked on weeks ago). This story will be finished some day, I swear!
(Note: the scene takes place at the mansion and is in Spike’s POV.)
Afternoon sunlight was slanting in from the courtyard, half-blinding, painting the room in light and dark. That was good, he reminded himself. It meant that when they got to his car they’d be fine, in the clear, or nearly so. Even if Angelus and Dru peeled away from each other within the next hour or two (unlikely) or were informed of he and Buffy’s disappearance by some poor minion (much more likely), they’d have a hell of a time tracking in daylight.
He wheeled to where Buffy was slumped in the permanent shadows of the back of the hall-sleeping soundly for once-head on her knees, hair limp across her face.
“Slayer?”