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blood_winged) wrote2011-07-02 12:53 am
blood_winged) wrote2011-07-02 12:53 am
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Stolen meme O3O
WIP meme
Spotted somewhere or other: Post a sentence (or paragraph) or two from as many of your WIPs as you want, with no explanation attached. (but rly, you can ask if you want)
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1. Alfred didn’t get sick often, but when he did, everybody knew about it.
Especially Arthur.
2. The breeze coming through the slightly opened door made the hairs on his arms stand on end, a sudden shift from the still, warm air of the bedroom, and he immediately found what he was seeking. Antonio was leaning on the balustrade, looking out over the view, rolling fields bathed in silvery moonlight and the soft twinkle of the ocean in the far distance.
3. Yong Soo sat with an uncharacteristically morose expression on his face. The other occupants of the room had long since gone, and in the chair across from him the image of his brother remained in his mind. It had been painful, how he had seemed to be entirely invisible to him. It had hurt in a way he hadn’t expected it to.
4. “Shut up for a minute, will you?” the English nation muttered, resting his forehead against his brother’s shoulder and after a few awkward moments of silence, he felt the other man’s arms wrap around him, slim fingers curling over his shoulders, holding him tightly but so gently, as if afraid that he might break. Instead of getting worse, the awkwardness in the gesture seemed to lessen and then disappeared entirely, and the Scot turned his face to press his nose lightly into his sibling’s hair.
“Yoo'll hae me thinkin' 'at yoo're glad tae see me if ye carry oan loch thes…”
5. “Oh, I’m trying to skip ahead while there’s foreplay fun to be had, huh?”
6. “Stupid Denmark,” Norway retorted, and for the briefest of moments the Dane’s expression fell, and Norway felt guilty, then his face lit up again and he pushed his nose against the smaller blonde’s.
“I don’t mind being stupid as long as you love me,” he cooed. Norway hated it when he did that and Denmark knew it. It threw the quieter Nordic off his stride every time and left him completely unsure of what to say. Denmark found him confusing, he knew that – he would often complain that the man would call him stupid and any other combination of insults while at the same time being physically affectionate, and it had only been recently that he had devised that all-too-unfair way of responding to it.
Spotted somewhere or other: Post a sentence (or paragraph) or two from as many of your WIPs as you want, with no explanation attached. (but rly, you can ask if you want)
---
1. Alfred didn’t get sick often, but when he did, everybody knew about it.
Especially Arthur.
2. The breeze coming through the slightly opened door made the hairs on his arms stand on end, a sudden shift from the still, warm air of the bedroom, and he immediately found what he was seeking. Antonio was leaning on the balustrade, looking out over the view, rolling fields bathed in silvery moonlight and the soft twinkle of the ocean in the far distance.
3. Yong Soo sat with an uncharacteristically morose expression on his face. The other occupants of the room had long since gone, and in the chair across from him the image of his brother remained in his mind. It had been painful, how he had seemed to be entirely invisible to him. It had hurt in a way he hadn’t expected it to.
4. “Shut up for a minute, will you?” the English nation muttered, resting his forehead against his brother’s shoulder and after a few awkward moments of silence, he felt the other man’s arms wrap around him, slim fingers curling over his shoulders, holding him tightly but so gently, as if afraid that he might break. Instead of getting worse, the awkwardness in the gesture seemed to lessen and then disappeared entirely, and the Scot turned his face to press his nose lightly into his sibling’s hair.
“Yoo'll hae me thinkin' 'at yoo're glad tae see me if ye carry oan loch thes…”
5. “Oh, I’m trying to skip ahead while there’s foreplay fun to be had, huh?”
6. “Stupid Denmark,” Norway retorted, and for the briefest of moments the Dane’s expression fell, and Norway felt guilty, then his face lit up again and he pushed his nose against the smaller blonde’s.
“I don’t mind being stupid as long as you love me,” he cooed. Norway hated it when he did that and Denmark knew it. It threw the quieter Nordic off his stride every time and left him completely unsure of what to say. Denmark found him confusing, he knew that – he would often complain that the man would call him stupid and any other combination of insults while at the same time being physically affectionate, and it had only been recently that he had devised that all-too-unfair way of responding to it.