WORTH 50,000: DAY EIGHT - Can't stay mad at the setting sun.

Nov 08, 2012 09:49

I was 400 words short of 3,000 last night. I can't consider myself caught up, but since I did finish a fic I consider it a small victory all the same. The last sentence of that was: The light from the computer shut off and the space behind his eyelids changed from electric shadow to pitch black. It was Dick's bedtime. Poor thing had had a roller ( Read more... )

nano 12, writing prompts, dick grayson, worth 50000

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I've had this one open for a few days pocky_slash November 13 2012, 07:40:03 UTC
Charles hears Erik's footsteps, the sound of him sinking into the wet sand as he gets closer. Erik doesn't speak, which says more about the passage of time than even the grey in his hair. The first time Erik saw a projection of Charles with full use of his legs, he panicked. The second time he went on a tirade. The years have sanded away many of their layers of guilt and excuses. Charles appears this way because it's easiest; Erik has long since given up treating it as a slap in the face ( ... )

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Re: I've had this one open for a few days pocky_slash November 13 2012, 07:40:19 UTC
Charles hums in acknowledgement. He's an old man and he appreciates what little he's allowed to have: the honor of knowing Erik better than anyone, the stolen weekends together, the strange telepathic escapes when they're imprisoned by a mutual foe and the the weeks of recovering together they allow themselves in the aftermath. It's more than he ever thought he'd get and he's not as greedy now as he was at twenty-five ( ... )

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