Moar meme

[kseda]

Yoinked from icarus-chained by way of verilyverity:

Quote a bit of my fic at me? Find that one fic of mine that you really like, and find a sentence or paragraph that presses your prose-buttons in the right way, and comment here with it? Don't care how long or short.

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[verilyverity]

This!

Wait, why was he talking to a chicken, and what was... oh! Eggs!

"Thank you!" he whispered and ducked back out of the coop, hoping the farmer would not hear the frantic pounding of his heart. Eggs meant food, and he was so hungry and...

...and he had no idea what to do with them.

And this!

In the daylight they run the war through the network of spies he has established, mourning losses and plotting counterattacks by the riverside. At high tea they split a loaf of stale bread and compose their wills, each promising to leave all they have to the other.

"Whatever shall I do with all those pens?" she asks with a quirk of an eyebrow, a smile not quite reaching lavender eyes.

And this!

She is lost and tired, he patient and determined, and it is enough.

[kseda]

1! As close as I've ever come (so far!) to whumping him *smishes*

2! ...yeah, that's their wacky insane version of "doing domestic."

3! WAUGH.

[surranndie]

Wyatt sighed, the weight of the world on his small shoulders, then slowly turned so that pout was directed at DG's husband.

"No," he said firmly. "No way. Not again."

"Aw, how can you say no to that face?"

"I think I just did. And it's... weird. No."

The boy's bright blue eyes welled with tears.

"Hug. Him."

"DG, he's my-"

"Jeb-"

Ambrose poked his head out again, this time to lend support in the form of his own formidible pout-and-puppy-eyes expression. With a long-suffering sigh Jeb waved Wyatt over, and little Wyatt gratefully clambered into his arms.

[kseda]

I still say there needs to be moar "DG's-magic-goes-haywire" crackfics out there.

[icarus_chained]

"Tell me," she begs. "Tell me how long we have, how much time is left."

He is quiet, calculating, weighing her meaning against the press of his knowledge. "Enough," he says and breathes her name like a prayer.

Because knowing it's coming and still standing up to it, beside someone you care about, is something that always hit me hard, and you capture that so powerfully here.

[kseda]

*cling* That's exactly what I was going for with... well, the entire fic but especially that bit. So glad it came across!

[brewsternorth]

The Doctor nodded gravely and grasped his shoulder. "Fitz Kreiner, you... are the Oncoming Unpaid Tab."

Because nothing punctures the whole balloon of the whole Who Mythos thingumajig like this which made me LAWL.

[kseda]

The entire fic was built around that line, yo. *cackles*