Rave (cheloya) wrote in happenstance, @ 2009-03-05 18:07:00 |
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Entry tags: | ! cheloya, ! wip, original |
[WIP] Works-in-Progress Meme
Post a single sentence from each WIP you have (or as many as you want to pick). No context, no explanations. No more than one sentence!
Unlabelled, but in order from this post.
And still Ban laid down card after card, eyes narrowing, lips thinning, and did not speak at all.
Hiru could not see his upturned face, only the taut lines of his shoulders and spine, when he murmured, "I thought she would improve."
"Poor thing; poor, pretty thing," the familiar murmured, hands carding roughly, jerkily, through the golem's rough-cut hair.
Sticks looked at first distraught, and at last uncomfortable.
Hamish bared his teeth, distress forcing the habit of his familiar even into his human form, though the tears that seeped from his eyes were human enough.
"Not that one," Ilario said, sharper than a murmur, fingers deliciously tight on Delan's arm.
She strode forward, and then with four quick steps flung herself into the air; the silk rippled first, and then it caught, and within half a breath the wind had born her up, away, spread-eagled and soaring.
There were no lids the golem had to open, but Machi felt it focus on her face.
But the mind and heart of February were cold and far away, and she stared back, unhearing, unhurt.
Jacob's fingers on his face were hesitant, almost reluctant, and Michael felt his stomach seize.
More than anything, he hated the silence of this house.
"If there is even thought of choosing in your mind, you are lost already," the angel spat, and vanished in flame and fury.
"A... keychain," Sylvie said, heart in her throat, blood and breath pounding in her ears from that one brief moment of contact. "It's very delicate."
Byakuya stared at the fabric, at the spreading, darkening stain, and felt his throat tighten so swiftly with rage and grief that he could barely force the words from his lips.
The birds milled anxiously behind them as they descended, Cloud in the lead, Tifa following, and Yuffie balancing on the tippy-tops of the tall rocks so she could concentrate on something other than a) how freezing fucking cold it was, and b) how totally not creeped out she was by her Chocobos refusing to go further, for all their fancy palace training.
Reno eyed her narrowly over his sunglasses, trying not to squint at all the fucking white.
"Have you noticed," Hojo continued, almost cheerfully, over the whirr of his machines, "that these women, all these women - have you realised how selfish they are?"
She could not see his face, but with his palm cupped against her jaw, she did not need to.
The choked, shocked little squeak was not how any whore'd been trained to say his name or anyone else's, and it snapped Rook back to the reality of the room so fast he had to blink at his surroundings: his face level with Thom's bicep, his hand still curved appreciatively around the back of Thom's upper thigh.
He froze when Adamo's arm dropped down over his shoulder, fury and humiliation giving way to shock and numb, breathless relief when the other man said, "Let me take care of that."
It's the competition, Thom thought, mildly hysterical; They don't know what they're saying any more.
The entire Airman stilled when the boot let out a faint, hurt squeak.
"I knew her mother," Sesshoumaru said; it was not, strictly speaking, untrue.
And for the fifth time that week, Crowley wakes flushed and sweating, and curses Dream by every name he knows.
"Oh," says Kazahaya, missing the capitals on 'Pet Shop'. "There are a few around here - just a few blocks away, actually."
"The baby," Dee murmured throatily in his ear, perfectly timed to each movement of his hips, "Doesn't... care..."
His father stands several yards away, despairing but resigned; he tired of these trips decades ago.
Tetsu cooks, he cleans, he comforts; he has dibs.
"Time to repay the favour, I thought, Detective."
Once, unthinking, her father showed her her face in a mirror; when he walked around behind her, smiling, his eyes caught her reflection's and he crumpled into tears.
They stare at each other with matching wide blue eyes, kohl and freckles meeting halfway, and before he has a moment to think she flings herself at him and brings them both crashing to the ground.
Kyouya has secret symbols marching through his organiser; this one for a special outing, that one for a special treat, and he realises he is in trouble the day that he notices there are more symbols representing things for Tamaki than things for the Ootori Corporation.
Fai is frozen in place as the other runs toward him, familiar sapphire eyes and a laughing mouth calling him by his brother's name.
"Anything," Clari says through gritted teeth, and means it; the blood at the corners of Lute's mouth demands no less.
"Fires," Youko murmurs beneath his breath, as if reminded of something beyond his grasp, and Leon tries not to let his eyes narrow.
"If you can, then do so." Kurama shrugs as if his newly made heart is not breaking. "Go home, Hiei."
Kurama cannot help it; he puts his face in his hands and laughs until tears stream down his human cheeks, while Hiei's youki flares slowly hotter and Shiori just stares open-mouthed.