Maybe Tuesday will be my good news day
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seren_ccdAs I've seen around the place, here are some snippets from my current works-in-progress.
I truly have no idea when I'm going to be able to work on them, but here they are.
Ariadne/Robert, Inception Thing – Where he joins the gang, as it were
“It’s a pleasure,” Fischer said holding his hand out to Ariadne to shake. She took it and said the first thing that came to mind:
“I pushed you off a balcony.”
Arthur winced and Eames snorted. Saito merely covered his mouth with his hand while coughing delicately.
Fischer simply continued to quirk his lips. “I’ve been told it saved my life, in a way, so thank you.”
“Welcome?” Ariadne said. He nodded, and then glanced down at her hand still gripping his. She quickly let go.
Lisa Reisert/Robert Fischer, Red Eyes/Inception Thing – they meet (where else) on an airplane
"You’re not him. I can see that now," she says not quite meeting his eyes.
"I can move…" he says.
"No. No, it’s fine. In fact my therapist would say this is a good experience to learn from," she says in the tone that's half-embarrassed, half-determined.
Robert just nods his head. Funny, that’s exactly what his therapist said about taking the flight to Paris.
"If I might ask, how do you know? That I’m not him?" he asks.
Her lips twist and she looks away. "Because he’s dead."
Christine/Rawhide Crack of Doom Story
"There was nothing more humbling or frightening than knowing all the intelligence in the world means nothing if you can't move," she says.
His hand covers hers and she lifts her eyes to his and gets the urge to apologize for dragging him into this world, this time so far from anything he's ever known. But his hand is warm and so very large compared to hers and all she can do is turn her palm up to meet his and hold on.
Eleven/Amy – next in the Heartbreak Beat series
They’re on the outskirts of the city and Amy stops. The Doctor faces her. There are tears streaming down her face and she is too pale. The mark on her hand is red and angry looking and her jaw. Oh, her jaw.
"'m not sorry," she forces out between her lips. The pain of talking causing fresh tears.
"Amy, don't—
"'m not," she repeats glaring at him.
He nods. "I know. I know you're not."
"I do it again in a heartbeat," she says.
"Yes. You would."
Her lower lip trembles as she holds her head up high. "It hurts."
He steps forward and silently picks her up. Then he turns to walk once again towards the TARDIS. At first she's stiff in his arms, but she relaxes and buries her face in his neck. Her tears are warm on his skin.
He makes a plan.
1) Get her to the infirmary and fix her jaw.
2) Do anything she asks of him.
3) Decide whether or not he levels this city to the ground.
Amy/Vincent Modern Day Thing
When he asked to paint her, she hadn't imagined this. The brush painted a line of cyan over her stomach, her hipbone, her thigh. Daubs of gold were placed on her clavicle and green outlined her lower ribs.
His eyes met hers as he made a wild stroke of lavender just under her breasts and Amy's hands clutched at the drop-cloth beneath her body.
HAPPY FRIDAY!!
I truly have no idea when I'm going to be able to work on them, but here they are.
Ariadne/Robert, Inception Thing – Where he joins the gang, as it were
“It’s a pleasure,” Fischer said holding his hand out to Ariadne to shake. She took it and said the first thing that came to mind:
“I pushed you off a balcony.”
Arthur winced and Eames snorted. Saito merely covered his mouth with his hand while coughing delicately.
Fischer simply continued to quirk his lips. “I’ve been told it saved my life, in a way, so thank you.”
“Welcome?” Ariadne said. He nodded, and then glanced down at her hand still gripping his. She quickly let go.
Lisa Reisert/Robert Fischer, Red Eyes/Inception Thing – they meet (where else) on an airplane
"You’re not him. I can see that now," she says not quite meeting his eyes.
"I can move…" he says.
"No. No, it’s fine. In fact my therapist would say this is a good experience to learn from," she says in the tone that's half-embarrassed, half-determined.
Robert just nods his head. Funny, that’s exactly what his therapist said about taking the flight to Paris.
"If I might ask, how do you know? That I’m not him?" he asks.
Her lips twist and she looks away. "Because he’s dead."
Christine/Rawhide Crack of Doom Story
"There was nothing more humbling or frightening than knowing all the intelligence in the world means nothing if you can't move," she says.
His hand covers hers and she lifts her eyes to his and gets the urge to apologize for dragging him into this world, this time so far from anything he's ever known. But his hand is warm and so very large compared to hers and all she can do is turn her palm up to meet his and hold on.
Eleven/Amy – next in the Heartbreak Beat series
They’re on the outskirts of the city and Amy stops. The Doctor faces her. There are tears streaming down her face and she is too pale. The mark on her hand is red and angry looking and her jaw. Oh, her jaw.
"'m not sorry," she forces out between her lips. The pain of talking causing fresh tears.
"Amy, don't—
"'m not," she repeats glaring at him.
He nods. "I know. I know you're not."
"I do it again in a heartbeat," she says.
"Yes. You would."
Her lower lip trembles as she holds her head up high. "It hurts."
He steps forward and silently picks her up. Then he turns to walk once again towards the TARDIS. At first she's stiff in his arms, but she relaxes and buries her face in his neck. Her tears are warm on his skin.
He makes a plan.
1) Get her to the infirmary and fix her jaw.
2) Do anything she asks of him.
3) Decide whether or not he levels this city to the ground.
Amy/Vincent Modern Day Thing
When he asked to paint her, she hadn't imagined this. The brush painted a line of cyan over her stomach, her hipbone, her thigh. Daubs of gold were placed on her clavicle and green outlined her lower ribs.
His eyes met hers as he made a wild stroke of lavender just under her breasts and Amy's hands clutched at the drop-cloth beneath her body.
HAPPY FRIDAY!!
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Date: 2010-09-03 08:57 pm (UTC)And I wish I could just have a week in which I did nothing but write.
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Date: 2010-09-04 04:45 am (UTC)I vote yes.
His eyes met hers as he made a wild stroke of lavender just under her breasts and Amy's hands clutched at the drop-cloth beneath her body.
ohmygod so hot.
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Date: 2010-09-04 10:59 am (UTC)I love Vincent. He's just so lovely.
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Date: 2010-09-05 10:51 am (UTC)Plus
1) Get her to the infirmary and fix her jaw.
2) Do anything she asks of him.
3) Decide whether or not he levels this city to the ground.
...is made of concentrated GUH.
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Date: 2010-09-05 11:40 am (UTC)As soon as I finish this Star Trek Big Bang, I'm getting going on one of these. The trouble is always just sticking to this set and not letting new bunnies set up home in my head. *goes about setting up fences*
Hee! Yay for guh! I've had that one in my head for months.