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tjs_whatnot) wrote2019-03-06 11:27 am
tjs_whatnot) wrote2019-03-06 11:27 am
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Work in Progress Wednesday!
Well, this is officially the longest I've sustained an idea I've had (which might be why people who have known me for a long time are sitting this out, waiting for me to burn out--I get it, I wouldn't trust me either.)
But, I am here! Give me all your Works in Progress!
My only real WiP(s) currently are in the planning stages, which means I'm rewatching an episode of The X-Files over and over and taking notes for a review I'm writing. And I'm in the collecting materials phase in my H2H project(s).
What about you? Leave a snippet or piece and then read/cheerlead others. We're in this together!
But, I am here! Give me all your Works in Progress!
My only real WiP(s) currently are in the planning stages, which means I'm rewatching an episode of The X-Files over and over and taking notes for a review I'm writing. And I'm in the collecting materials phase in my H2H project(s).
What about you? Leave a snippet or piece and then read/cheerlead others. We're in this together!
From my Age Gap story
“Ah, and what if I sought to punish you by my own hand?” The Autarch has practiced his stone face for hundreds of years, but it cracks into a smile before Neeshaan’s steady fearlessness shining from starbright eyes.
“I have never had reason to fear your hand,” Neeshaan says, and a massive wave of human emotion washes through the Autarch’s chest. He sweeps Neeshaan up in his arms as he nudges the hidden door open with his foot, and wins a gratifying little shout of surprise.
“Oh, my Lord!” Neeshaan cries out, finally perturbed, as the Autarch tightens his grasp on the slender living body, burying his nose in silken disarrayed waves, breathing in the rich sweetly musky scent. “Oh, I am filthy, I am—“
“Mine,” rumbles the Autarch over his scalp, and Neeshaan quiets, trembling in his arms. The tunnel slopes downwards before them, and the Autarch absentmindedly pushes each rock and pillar aside with his thoughts, carelessly leaving the obstacles strewn behind him. Neeshaan huffs, peering over his shoulder into the darkness, and groans deep in his rib-lined chest, dragging them back into their places with his smaller mortal strength.
The Autarch laughs quietly, for sound echoes mightily in this buried corridor. “A month ago you laid me siege and now you repair my defenses.”
Re: From my Age Gap story
Go you!
Re: From my Age Gap story
The prompt I'm trying to fulfill is "Demigod ruler and his lover-protege who led a rebellion against him." I STARTED this with ideas of a whole angsty reunion but the Autarch is so proud of his boy it's just not going anywhere but fluff. Characters won't do what you tell them sometimes!
Re: From my Age Gap story
Re: From my Age Gap story
blush Thank you very much. :)