WIP paragraphs
Here are the first paragraphs of fics in the works.
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The first time Blaine touches Kurt’s hand, that very first day, the innocent spy on the stairs, he wonders, What do you think I am?
If Arthur had the choice, he'd lock himself in his grandfather's library and teach himself magic.
Kurt Hummel is possibly the least fragile person Sue Sylvester has ever met. He’s got this core of steel in him, tempered in the heart of a volcano, and the way he looks at people, sometimes, like he could rip out their throats and keep walking - well.
All Lucy ever wanted was to be beautiful and lovely and happy. Of those three, beautiful was the most important, so she worked hard and begged her parents and remade herself as Quinn - beautiful Quinn all the boys want and all the girls want to be.
Because of his bloodline, Blaine was allowed to wear a hat in class. He usually didn’t; at his old school, he hadn’t been able to because of the equality laws. Before high-school, he hadn’t needed to. It wasn’t until the bullying really took off, right before the Sadie Hawkins’ dance, that his bloodline kicked in.
The first class with Professor Umbridge went well enough, Emrys thought. He copied down the course aims and read the assigned chapter quickly. No one wanted to draw Professor Umbridge’s attention because her shouting match with Harry Potter had already made the rounds.
“Let me guess,” Blaine says, slumping down next to Kurt on Alec’s couch, “this week, we’re, uh, stealing the Crown Jewels to feed orphans in - um, some war-torn country somewhere?”
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The first time Blaine touches Kurt’s hand, that very first day, the innocent spy on the stairs, he wonders, What do you think I am?
If Arthur had the choice, he'd lock himself in his grandfather's library and teach himself magic.
Kurt Hummel is possibly the least fragile person Sue Sylvester has ever met. He’s got this core of steel in him, tempered in the heart of a volcano, and the way he looks at people, sometimes, like he could rip out their throats and keep walking - well.
All Lucy ever wanted was to be beautiful and lovely and happy. Of those three, beautiful was the most important, so she worked hard and begged her parents and remade herself as Quinn - beautiful Quinn all the boys want and all the girls want to be.
Because of his bloodline, Blaine was allowed to wear a hat in class. He usually didn’t; at his old school, he hadn’t been able to because of the equality laws. Before high-school, he hadn’t needed to. It wasn’t until the bullying really took off, right before the Sadie Hawkins’ dance, that his bloodline kicked in.
The first class with Professor Umbridge went well enough, Emrys thought. He copied down the course aims and read the assigned chapter quickly. No one wanted to draw Professor Umbridge’s attention because her shouting match with Harry Potter had already made the rounds.
“Let me guess,” Blaine says, slumping down next to Kurt on Alec’s couch, “this week, we’re, uh, stealing the Crown Jewels to feed orphans in - um, some war-torn country somewhere?”
This entry was originally posted at http://tigriswolf.dreamwidth.org/504817.html. Please comment there using OpenID.