Okay guys, we're in the AIM chat "writingchatthingy." If you don't know how to get into a chat, drop me a line at magical is art and I'll invite you in.
This post is going to be used to post responses to the prompts. Please post Prompt: Fandom - Pairing as the subject of your comment, just so I can keep things straight
(
Read more... )
Comments 208
Reply
Reply
Reply
Reply
***
The last time Sam saw his apartment, he didn't expect it to be the last time.
"And there are extra linens in the closet," he said, leading Will through the small rooms. "Towels, sheets, stuff like that. But feel free to rifle through the drawers to find whatever you need, okay?"
He figured it wouldn't be a big deal. He'd be home soon enough, and maybe he could even convince Will to stay, just for a little while at first, but hopefully for longer. He was going to lose this, he knew it, and once he did there was no other option, no other office he could think about holding, and as he watched Will hold back a small smile and lightly touch shelves and drawers in the bedroom, he decided he was maybe mostly okay with that. It was Bartlet's second term and they didn't have to worry about reelection anymore. When this congressional run ruined his own career, he wouldn't have to worry about that either. For the first time in his life, he wouldn't have to worry about anything but his own feelings, but what he wanted ( ... )
Reply
Reply
Reply
He will come after her. Or at least, she likes to think he will. He came after her when she went with Gavin, but she doesn't know what that means - did he come because she offered no explanation? Because he thought she was in danger? Or because ... because maybe she's not just a puppy, but he's meeting her halfway in his own way?
But, and she knows this just as well as she knows the moon, there will be a time when that goodbye is going to be truly final - and she can live with it, over time, if she looks over her shoulder and finds that he's not there ( ... )
Reply
Reply
The last time.
Or so she hoped.
She stood behind the door to the chapel, her heart beating rapidly. She could do this. They could do this.
The service seemed to last three seconds. Then, the question. The question that held the key to her future. She knew the answer, had practiced the answer many times.
She said it for the last time.
"I do."
You may kiss the bride.
Reply
Reply
Reply
Reply
Reply
Reply
Leave a comment