...Everywhere a meme, meme!
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sharelleI'd been dying to do this one all day. (Even though I sort of do this all the time -- in the form of "Fat-Free Cookies" -- as I'm preparing to post a new chapter.) But what the heck!
I don't have as many fics in progress right now as I sometimes do, but the ones I am working on have been showing a bit of promise. So it's fun to share. Unfortunately, one story in particular (my favorite idea so far) seems to be stuck in perpetual plot-bunny phase...burrowing a warren in my brain and refusing to leave, even though I haven't written a word yet. So I don't have anything for that one, but here are some snippits of the others:
Coming Attractions Meme:
~ Put up a brief excerpt of an unposted section of current WIP's. ~
Out of Joint -- AU near the end of "Destiny". (I had a hard time deciding which quote to use so...*shrug*...I used two.)
Inwardly, he cursed himself for dallying too long. He hadn’t wanted her to find him here. Not this way. This would hardly do for a reunion. Sure, he’d had an invite to the place, but he hardly thought that meant, “Just got back from the dead? Make yourself right at home!”
Maybe if he’d have been more clever he’d have thought to have cocoa ready for her. That always helped. Ease himself back in with a ‘Hi, Honey, you’re home’ type gesture. Maybe fetch her slippers.
Bugger. He was definitely the dog portion of this Scooby gang.
***
Spike cocked his head to the side again, taking note of the stony change in Giles’ features. “Look,” he said, “all I ask is that you hear me out first. That’s not too painful, is it?” He raised his scarred eyebrow. “Us being countrymen and all, one of Victoria’s children to another.”
Giles allowed a smirk to grace his lips. “Well, since I’m more of an Elizabethan, I’d say you’re pushing the kindred ties, Spike. What do you want?”
Spike gave Giles an appreciative smile in response, as though appraising a worthy opponent. “Touché, Watcher,” he said.
Untitled -- Post-NFA fic, and possible sequel for Life, Unfiltered.
Her face was still turned toward the surrounding square as Spike took in her features – not a trace of blue shadow could be found on the porcelain-perfect skin, though her eyes still looked as cold and distant as ever, an icy sheen shimmering beneath the surface of what had been Winifred Burkle's light brown irises. Her head swiveled upon her long neck, the line from the base of her ear down to her collarbone forming an elegant bone china ladle, and Spike's demon couldn't help but niggle at the back of his mind that it was probably one of the prettiest throats he'd seen in a long, long time.
Ensouled, yeah, but still a vampire after all. Just because one is on a diet doesn't mean he can't look at the menu.
Through a Mirror Darkly -- My current D&DC fic.
Upon entering the city, the Young Ones found themselves swept up in a bustling celebration. Sheila looked around at the happy, festive people, the jolly minstrels, and the countless food vendors. The scents filling the town square were intoxicating. "Looks like they're having a party, Sis," Bobby exclaimed from beside Sheila.
"Maybe they were expecting us," Eric said, giving a regal wave to the townspeople crowding the balconies above.
I don't have as many fics in progress right now as I sometimes do, but the ones I am working on have been showing a bit of promise. So it's fun to share. Unfortunately, one story in particular (my favorite idea so far) seems to be stuck in perpetual plot-bunny phase...burrowing a warren in my brain and refusing to leave, even though I haven't written a word yet. So I don't have anything for that one, but here are some snippits of the others:
Coming Attractions Meme:
~ Put up a brief excerpt of an unposted section of current WIP's. ~
Out of Joint -- AU near the end of "Destiny". (I had a hard time deciding which quote to use so...*shrug*...I used two.)
Inwardly, he cursed himself for dallying too long. He hadn’t wanted her to find him here. Not this way. This would hardly do for a reunion. Sure, he’d had an invite to the place, but he hardly thought that meant, “Just got back from the dead? Make yourself right at home!”
Maybe if he’d have been more clever he’d have thought to have cocoa ready for her. That always helped. Ease himself back in with a ‘Hi, Honey, you’re home’ type gesture. Maybe fetch her slippers.
Bugger. He was definitely the dog portion of this Scooby gang.
Spike cocked his head to the side again, taking note of the stony change in Giles’ features. “Look,” he said, “all I ask is that you hear me out first. That’s not too painful, is it?” He raised his scarred eyebrow. “Us being countrymen and all, one of Victoria’s children to another.”
Giles allowed a smirk to grace his lips. “Well, since I’m more of an Elizabethan, I’d say you’re pushing the kindred ties, Spike. What do you want?”
Spike gave Giles an appreciative smile in response, as though appraising a worthy opponent. “Touché, Watcher,” he said.
Untitled -- Post-NFA fic, and possible sequel for Life, Unfiltered.
Her face was still turned toward the surrounding square as Spike took in her features – not a trace of blue shadow could be found on the porcelain-perfect skin, though her eyes still looked as cold and distant as ever, an icy sheen shimmering beneath the surface of what had been Winifred Burkle's light brown irises. Her head swiveled upon her long neck, the line from the base of her ear down to her collarbone forming an elegant bone china ladle, and Spike's demon couldn't help but niggle at the back of his mind that it was probably one of the prettiest throats he'd seen in a long, long time.
Ensouled, yeah, but still a vampire after all. Just because one is on a diet doesn't mean he can't look at the menu.
Through a Mirror Darkly -- My current D&DC fic.
Upon entering the city, the Young Ones found themselves swept up in a bustling celebration. Sheila looked around at the happy, festive people, the jolly minstrels, and the countless food vendors. The scents filling the town square were intoxicating. "Looks like they're having a party, Sis," Bobby exclaimed from beside Sheila.
"Maybe they were expecting us," Eric said, giving a regal wave to the townspeople crowding the balconies above.
