7 lines meme
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frozen_delight tagged me in this, which is to post 7 lines from page 7 of your current WIP. So, here's what I've got:
1. Weak gray light in the sliver of sky he sees when he looks up, which tells him it’s way too early for any sane person to deal with the whole being awake thing. He’s in a narrow alley around back of some industrial building, the outline of a dumpster just about visible in the thin dawn light.
It smells fucking awful. A little like rotting fish, and a lot like trash and puke and—
Dean sniffs, pressing his sleeve over his mouth in case his guts decide to do any more acrobatics. Stiffens when he smells it again.
Blood.
This is from my Dean/Benny Big Bang, which as far as I can tell has no rules about not posting snippets. Also my artist just sent me the stuff they've been working on and HOLY SHIT, it's amazing. I'm so excited! XD
2. Dean remembers him, last time they did this. How gone he looked, how wide his eyes were, how wrecked his voice sounded. Not out of control—that’d kind of defeat the point. But like he needed it. Like it didn’t matter how lost Dean got in this thing, because Cas was right there with him.
Things are different now. Dean’s different now. The path he’s headed down—he wouldn’t want anybody right there with him. He’s been a fucking idiot to think he could forget about that.
He shifts, pulls his arms back down to his sides and sits up on his elbows.
“Dean?”
He hangs on for just a second before he opens his eyes. Before he has to admit this isn’t gonna work.
Cheating slightly, because 7 lines of this just didn't scan. This is from something I haven't actually touched since last year because challenges ate my life, but that I'd like to finish sometime this summer. It's a sequel to That's Me in the Corner, set shortly after "Meta Fiction". I always wanted that fic to be the first part in a series, but got a bit held up waiting to see what canon was going to do. I'm not sure if I'll ever end up writing the rest -- I'm fine with total AUs, or things that diverge from a much earlier point, but AUs slightly divergent from but parallel to current canon are much harder for me to keep straight in my head.
(Perhaps shouldn't overthink this so much. It's basically just angst and porn anyway.)
I feel as though everybody on my flist has already done this, so I tag anybody who hasn't done it yet and needs an excuse to procrastinate. ;)
frozen_delight tagged me in this, which is to post 7 lines from page 7 of your current WIP. So, here's what I've got:1. Weak gray light in the sliver of sky he sees when he looks up, which tells him it’s way too early for any sane person to deal with the whole being awake thing. He’s in a narrow alley around back of some industrial building, the outline of a dumpster just about visible in the thin dawn light.
It smells fucking awful. A little like rotting fish, and a lot like trash and puke and—
Dean sniffs, pressing his sleeve over his mouth in case his guts decide to do any more acrobatics. Stiffens when he smells it again.
Blood.
This is from my Dean/Benny Big Bang, which as far as I can tell has no rules about not posting snippets. Also my artist just sent me the stuff they've been working on and HOLY SHIT, it's amazing. I'm so excited! XD
2. Dean remembers him, last time they did this. How gone he looked, how wide his eyes were, how wrecked his voice sounded. Not out of control—that’d kind of defeat the point. But like he needed it. Like it didn’t matter how lost Dean got in this thing, because Cas was right there with him.
Things are different now. Dean’s different now. The path he’s headed down—he wouldn’t want anybody right there with him. He’s been a fucking idiot to think he could forget about that.
He shifts, pulls his arms back down to his sides and sits up on his elbows.
“Dean?”
He hangs on for just a second before he opens his eyes. Before he has to admit this isn’t gonna work.
Cheating slightly, because 7 lines of this just didn't scan. This is from something I haven't actually touched since last year because challenges ate my life, but that I'd like to finish sometime this summer. It's a sequel to That's Me in the Corner, set shortly after "Meta Fiction". I always wanted that fic to be the first part in a series, but got a bit held up waiting to see what canon was going to do. I'm not sure if I'll ever end up writing the rest -- I'm fine with total AUs, or things that diverge from a much earlier point, but AUs slightly divergent from but parallel to current canon are much harder for me to keep straight in my head.
(Perhaps shouldn't overthink this so much. It's basically just angst and porn anyway.)
I feel as though everybody on my flist has already done this, so I tag anybody who hasn't done it yet and needs an excuse to procrastinate. ;)
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