lines from WIPs (WsIP?) meme
I'm still trying to decide what to work on for this month's Kiss, and hinikuish was doing the "post a line from each of your works in progress", which I don't think I've done in a couple of years. Instant distraction! I'm only grabbing lines from a couple of things, though. None of these are spoilery unless you already know what you're looking for (not even the first one, despite appearances--it's AU and full of dream sequences).
Fruits Basket (Haru/Rin unless otherwise specified ^^)
History, Like Love: [AU]
'Human', he'd said, as if the word had never applied to her before, and 'uncursed', naming the blessing that felt like it might kill her, and 'I'm sorry', words that she couldn't remember anyone ever saying to her before, not with that grief and weight of personal responsibility.
untitled, Rin-centric, with a side of Shigure and Kazuma:
"She's very determined," Kazuma said from behind him. "And a bit distracting to my students."
"Does she talk to them?"
"Rarely enough that one of them expressed the opinion that she's 'shy, but sweet'."
semi-secret and still untitled:
"I'm cold." The words hang between them, made visible by the fog of her breath; Haru silently offers her the coffee he's been drinking, and their fingers brush as she takes it, sending a jolt between them.
untitled, probably turning into Kiss #3:
"We're screwed if anyone finds out you're here," he whispered, kissing her cheek while she struggled against him--futilely, with his martial arts training and greater strength, but hard enough that they'd both have the bruises to show for it in the morning. "Come on, love, you know me, you know my hands, I'm not gonna hurt you . . . "
untitled piece for . . . probably a Kiss, eventually:
Rin's hands had flown to her face the moment he walked in, covering the blush that had first caught his eye. A second look revealed tear stains on her cheeks, wet smears showing between her fingers as she tried to surreptitiously wipe them away. There was a hint of black smudging under her eyes and on her knuckles--her make up was too expensive to run freely, but money could only buy so much.
X
untitled, set after the hiatus, and not ready to be classified
Blood spattered across the carpet as she turned on him--hers, not his, dripping from the slender wrist and palm that had split to disgorge the blade that danced at his throat.
***
Meanwhile, I seem to have committed fairytale-esque fic for a character I've never written before. I'm not yet sure what to make of this.
Fruits Basket (Haru/Rin unless otherwise specified ^^)
History, Like Love: [AU]
'Human', he'd said, as if the word had never applied to her before, and 'uncursed', naming the blessing that felt like it might kill her, and 'I'm sorry', words that she couldn't remember anyone ever saying to her before, not with that grief and weight of personal responsibility.
untitled, Rin-centric, with a side of Shigure and Kazuma:
"She's very determined," Kazuma said from behind him. "And a bit distracting to my students."
"Does she talk to them?"
"Rarely enough that one of them expressed the opinion that she's 'shy, but sweet'."
semi-secret and still untitled:
"I'm cold." The words hang between them, made visible by the fog of her breath; Haru silently offers her the coffee he's been drinking, and their fingers brush as she takes it, sending a jolt between them.
untitled, probably turning into Kiss #3:
"We're screwed if anyone finds out you're here," he whispered, kissing her cheek while she struggled against him--futilely, with his martial arts training and greater strength, but hard enough that they'd both have the bruises to show for it in the morning. "Come on, love, you know me, you know my hands, I'm not gonna hurt you . . . "
untitled piece for . . . probably a Kiss, eventually:
Rin's hands had flown to her face the moment he walked in, covering the blush that had first caught his eye. A second look revealed tear stains on her cheeks, wet smears showing between her fingers as she tried to surreptitiously wipe them away. There was a hint of black smudging under her eyes and on her knuckles--her make up was too expensive to run freely, but money could only buy so much.
X
untitled, set after the hiatus, and not ready to be classified
Blood spattered across the carpet as she turned on him--hers, not his, dripping from the slender wrist and palm that had split to disgorge the blade that danced at his throat.
***
Meanwhile, I seem to have committed fairytale-esque fic for a character I've never written before. I'm not yet sure what to make of this.