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anactoriaI should be working. So it's time for one of those 'post snippets of your WIPs' memes again!
1. And then, completely by accident (if you believed in accidents, which Jack immediately started trying to do), his gaze landed on one of the passengers, and his stomach seemed to do a worrying little flip-flop thing and his heart sank like lead.
He recognised the face. It belonged to someone dead.
Someone he had no reason to bear any particular goodwill towards, and whom, in point of fact, he might reasonably be quite happy to see consigned to the tender mercies of the Good People for eternity and a day.
Someone who, last thing he’d heard, had lost his life on the deck of the Flying Dutchman in the middle of saving Lizzie—plus trying to redeem himself or regain some honour, or some similar bit of Turner-worthy stupidity.
Jack gave a defeated sigh, and let his chin drop into his hands. He was about to have one of those inconvenient attacks of conscience again, he bloody knew it.
2. Leslie knows when she’s beaten. “Fine. You win.”
“What on earth do you mean?”
“He’s yours.”
“Oh. Oh! You mean Dan.” Adrienne’s eyebrows shoot up. Then she actually smirks. “While I do try to appreciate the simpler things in life, Leslie, I prefer not to date them.”
3. “Anything you need.”
Above him, Sparrow grins. “Anything, eh?”
Chief among the things James tells himself in order to live with his feelings for Jack Sparrow—and they are many—is that while dishonesty and selfishness and madness may be parts of this man, cruelty is not. But whatever glitters in his eyes at this moment is a very close cousin.
4. John is a medic. He knows bodies—human, augmented human, once-human, desperate-not-to-be-human—inside out. Still, sometimes he catches himself envisioning the veins beneath Sherlock’s skin as blue streams of data, pulsing with electricity and light instead of blood.
5. “You separated me from my friends. My home, my work. You took everything.” Sherlock presses the barrel against Moriarty’s temple, and thinks that he must surely stop smiling soon. “You left me with nothing to lose. Did it never occur to you how dangerous that was?”
Moriarty does not stop smiling. “Oh, Sherlock, Sherlock, Sherlock.” His voice is like silk. “The thing is—the really funny thing is—you still think you can get it back.”
Over and over in his dreams he presses the trigger, and over and over Jim Moriarty dies laughing at him.
6.“I’m married.”
“So am I.” River smiles. No, not a smile. That’s definitely more of a smirk. “He won’t mind.”
“He will,” Gwen says, but she lets River kiss her anyway.
7. Jefferson Hope is found dead with what seems to be a prehistoric flint arrowhead—the kind once commonly referred to as ‘elf-shot’—embedded in his skull. The resulting wild goose chase has Lestrade and company combing London for some lunatic with a historic weapons obsession for days. Almost as puzzling is that Sherlock Holmes refuses to take any interest whatsoever in the bizarre case.
1. And then, completely by accident (if you believed in accidents, which Jack immediately started trying to do), his gaze landed on one of the passengers, and his stomach seemed to do a worrying little flip-flop thing and his heart sank like lead.
He recognised the face. It belonged to someone dead.
Someone he had no reason to bear any particular goodwill towards, and whom, in point of fact, he might reasonably be quite happy to see consigned to the tender mercies of the Good People for eternity and a day.
Someone who, last thing he’d heard, had lost his life on the deck of the Flying Dutchman in the middle of saving Lizzie—plus trying to redeem himself or regain some honour, or some similar bit of Turner-worthy stupidity.
Jack gave a defeated sigh, and let his chin drop into his hands. He was about to have one of those inconvenient attacks of conscience again, he bloody knew it.
2. Leslie knows when she’s beaten. “Fine. You win.”
“What on earth do you mean?”
“He’s yours.”
“Oh. Oh! You mean Dan.” Adrienne’s eyebrows shoot up. Then she actually smirks. “While I do try to appreciate the simpler things in life, Leslie, I prefer not to date them.”
3. “Anything you need.”
Above him, Sparrow grins. “Anything, eh?”
Chief among the things James tells himself in order to live with his feelings for Jack Sparrow—and they are many—is that while dishonesty and selfishness and madness may be parts of this man, cruelty is not. But whatever glitters in his eyes at this moment is a very close cousin.
4. John is a medic. He knows bodies—human, augmented human, once-human, desperate-not-to-be-human—inside out. Still, sometimes he catches himself envisioning the veins beneath Sherlock’s skin as blue streams of data, pulsing with electricity and light instead of blood.
5. “You separated me from my friends. My home, my work. You took everything.” Sherlock presses the barrel against Moriarty’s temple, and thinks that he must surely stop smiling soon. “You left me with nothing to lose. Did it never occur to you how dangerous that was?”
Moriarty does not stop smiling. “Oh, Sherlock, Sherlock, Sherlock.” His voice is like silk. “The thing is—the really funny thing is—you still think you can get it back.”
Over and over in his dreams he presses the trigger, and over and over Jim Moriarty dies laughing at him.
6.“I’m married.”
“So am I.” River smiles. No, not a smile. That’s definitely more of a smirk. “He won’t mind.”
“He will,” Gwen says, but she lets River kiss her anyway.
7. Jefferson Hope is found dead with what seems to be a prehistoric flint arrowhead—the kind once commonly referred to as ‘elf-shot’—embedded in his skull. The resulting wild goose chase has Lestrade and company combing London for some lunatic with a historic weapons obsession for days. Almost as puzzling is that Sherlock Holmes refuses to take any interest whatsoever in the bizarre case.
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Date: 2012-03-04 11:27 am (UTC)It's actually two, and the one the first excerpt is from will definitely get finished at some point and the other one might not because it has the potential to be pretty awful, heh.