Entry tags:
playing along
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alphaflyer, 7 lines from the 7th page of a WiP...
I have 2 that have reached the 7 page mark (not saying how many others that haven't gotten that far, but it, uh, is a number considerably larger than 2).
#1 - The slooooooowly creeping along (as in I'm-happy-to-hit-100-words-a-day) post CA: TWS chapter of in deep with you darling, Clint/Darcy:
#2 - The wow-this-is-taking-over-my-brain Laura/Clint sequel to one of these crazy old nights, ie, the one where I'm pretty sure they get married:
For the number of times I've seen this on my circle/flist, I'm assuming everyone has already been tagged, but if not, feel free to share and blame it on me!
I have 2 that have reached the 7 page mark (not saying how many others that haven't gotten that far, but it, uh, is a number considerably larger than 2).
#1 - The slooooooowly creeping along (as in I'm-happy-to-hit-100-words-a-day) post CA: TWS chapter of in deep with you darling, Clint/Darcy:
“I--oh, holy shit, I appreciate the concern but seriously, I would feel an astronomical amount better if you’d look at the road rather than me.” Darcy resists the urge to cover her eyes--she’s not that much of a wuss, she tells herself sternly--and gropes around for the water. She doesn’t think she’s all that thirsty, at least not until the first swallow and she realizes how much dust and smoke and sand she’s been breathing.
“Easy,” Clint says, but he’s watching the road, so Darcy doesn’t fuss. “I’d really appreciate it if you didn’t throw up in my truck, because it’s looking like I’m gonna be living out of it for the foreseeable future.”
#2 - The wow-this-is-taking-over-my-brain Laura/Clint sequel to one of these crazy old nights, ie, the one where I'm pretty sure they get married:
“No, really,” Clint answered. “I’m good hanging here--my unit’ll probably disown me, but I’m not really feeling the cards tonight. We can just… I don’t know, see what else is around.”
“Sure,” Laura said. He let her take his arm again, and encouraged by the contact, she felt like she could add a little bit of a joke. “I don’t know if you noticed, but I’m a country girl. We make our own fun.”
Clint smiled at that, a real one that reached his eyes, no matter that it started off small. “Yeah, carnie, here, remember? Got paid for making my own fun.” They stepped out of the heavy glass doors and relative quiet of the conservatory and the hum and all the commotion and energy of the hotel washed over them. “Well, for certain definitions of paid. And fun.”
For the number of times I've seen this on my circle/flist, I'm assuming everyone has already been tagged, but if not, feel free to share and blame it on me!
