Work in Progress Wedkensday!!

[tjs_whatnot]

Sorry for the delay. In related news:



BUT... I think I might actually be done with all my H2H shenanigans! I think. Maybe.

Enough about that though, lets talk about you. What are you all up to? What are you in the midst of? Almost done with? Just beginning? GIVE IT TO ME!

And then, PLEASE, peruse others' WiPs too.

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[cornerofmadness]

Yay for getting your H2H done!

Just continuing my wipbigbang Like Stone set in the Buffyverse. Still in Connor's pov picking up from last week.

I missed her (Faith) so much some nights, especially ones like tonight. The night after Cordelia’s wake, Faith had sensed my pain, my neediness and practically screwed me right into the ground. I was thankful for that. Then she left me, explaining her warped sense of one night then get gone. Later, she made exceptions and we had a wild sexual relationship lasting years. I think she craved my strength, my roughness. I could match her and we could be ourselves without having to worry about the damage we could do. Oh, we were never boyfriend-girlfriend. She was in and out of L.A. with her Slayer duties. When she was in town or if I got to travel, it was tempestuous. She went out in a blaze of glory in the wilds of northern Wisconsin, just like she wanted to. That was almost three years ago now but at least we know the terrible secret of the Paulding lights as a result.

I picked up the phone and called one of the remaining two people who knew all my secrets. “Hey...yeah, had that dream again, can’t sleep. Can you meet me at O’Shaughnessy’s? Great, I’ll be there in twenty minutes.”

O’Shaughnessy’s was my hang out, a cop bar. Sometimes Kate and I went to the latest incarnation of Caritas since we could talk demony stuff without worry but I didn’t feel like talking about that tonight so O’Shaughnessy’s would do. The Guinness was room temperature and the ambiance desperately Irish but they knew me. They didn’t think my i.d. was fake. Detective Devlin was well known to them. Once Wes helped me establish my identity as Connor Devlin, I decided to try to keep people like Witherington from taking away someone else’s Amber Rose. I became a cop and a good one. Now I’m a homicide detective and I like my work.

[tjs_whatnot]

Ahhhhh, very cool! I really like this guy!

[cornerofmadness]

Thanks so much