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stunt_muppet) wrote2020-04-19 09:30 pm
stunt_muppet) wrote2020-04-19 09:30 pm
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Sunday Six Times Two, 4/19/20
The last time I did one of these was in October and that's a little sad but also unsurprising. But! I have been writing a little bit while stuck in my house, so I figured I'd put it up here to mark my progress or whatever.
Two snippets this time, since I've written stuff for two different fandoms. First one is that Voltron fic I've been picking at for a year now and I should really just buck up and finish already; second is for Fire Emblem Three Houses (Seteth & Manuela) because I've written a bunch of things that might be real live fics if I could build them up a bit.
His head’s a little fuzzy the next day from his failure to sleep but he’s still able to at least observe them. And maybe he’s tired and not on his A game but there really doesn’t seem to be anything different about either of them. No telltale glances, no secret moments of contact that can be brushed off as accidental. Their speech has the same friendly regard as always, and if they’re sneaking off to share anything in secret then they’re hiding it really well.
In fact, the only thing they seem to be looking at any more than usual is him.
It’s not too often, but it’s enough that he knows he’s not imagining it.
.
She folds her arms, grateful for the opportunity to look down contemptuously at him. "Seteth. I want that book back."
"I disposed of it," he says, not looking up from his paperwork. "It was obscene."
"It was expensive."
Two snippets this time, since I've written stuff for two different fandoms. First one is that Voltron fic I've been picking at for a year now and I should really just buck up and finish already; second is for Fire Emblem Three Houses (Seteth & Manuela) because I've written a bunch of things that might be real live fics if I could build them up a bit.
His head’s a little fuzzy the next day from his failure to sleep but he’s still able to at least observe them. And maybe he’s tired and not on his A game but there really doesn’t seem to be anything different about either of them. No telltale glances, no secret moments of contact that can be brushed off as accidental. Their speech has the same friendly regard as always, and if they’re sneaking off to share anything in secret then they’re hiding it really well.
In fact, the only thing they seem to be looking at any more than usual is him.
It’s not too often, but it’s enough that he knows he’s not imagining it.
.
She folds her arms, grateful for the opportunity to look down contemptuously at him. "Seteth. I want that book back."
"I disposed of it," he says, not looking up from his paperwork. "It was obscene."
"It was expensive."
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