Hot chocolate with "WIP" cream
Feb. 3rd, 2011 11:39 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
colberryThought this would be fun -- lord knows I have a thousand-and-three WIPs... XD
Post a single sentence from each WIP you have (or as many as you want to pick). No context, no explanations.
1. Sometimes he wakes up with glitter on his chest.
2. But the older guitarist is watching those deft fingers curl their way around the frets, fingers sighing across that lovely A-string -- the one that screams, shivers and breaks whenever the rest of them fall back and let Uruha shine, shine, shine.
3. Uruha has his hand on the back of his kitchen table chair, a worn thing that creaks each time they straddle the mahogany wood in those times; the instances where midnight breakfast gets stale and butter melts through Uruha's fingers as it's smeared across bowed lips.
4. Reita made a face -- it could have been from the taste of his stale, ice-cold coffee or the stench of Ruki's weak argument.
5. Kouyou leans against him, smelling like nicotine and rock-star-starvation, and grins, "It's charming."
6. "You're like nitrogen and white-birds, Aoi."
7. Aoi can almost smell the nicotine on his tongue as the younger mutters, "You won't last."
8. Glitter was on his tongue, choking him and his mind -- preventing him from screaming as lyrics filled his mouth and Reita's name was lost beneath his lids as he squeezed his eyes shut.
9. Ruki hates being cornered -- almost as much as he hates white flowers.
10. "Holy fuck," Kai elaborated.
:;:;:;:
This kinda makes me want to abandon my college-duties and finish all of these -3-
Post a single sentence from each WIP you have (or as many as you want to pick). No context, no explanations.
1. Sometimes he wakes up with glitter on his chest.
2. But the older guitarist is watching those deft fingers curl their way around the frets, fingers sighing across that lovely A-string -- the one that screams, shivers and breaks whenever the rest of them fall back and let Uruha shine, shine, shine.
3. Uruha has his hand on the back of his kitchen table chair, a worn thing that creaks each time they straddle the mahogany wood in those times; the instances where midnight breakfast gets stale and butter melts through Uruha's fingers as it's smeared across bowed lips.
4. Reita made a face -- it could have been from the taste of his stale, ice-cold coffee or the stench of Ruki's weak argument.
5. Kouyou leans against him, smelling like nicotine and rock-star-starvation, and grins, "It's charming."
6. "You're like nitrogen and white-birds, Aoi."
7. Aoi can almost smell the nicotine on his tongue as the younger mutters, "You won't last."
8. Glitter was on his tongue, choking him and his mind -- preventing him from screaming as lyrics filled his mouth and Reita's name was lost beneath his lids as he squeezed his eyes shut.
9. Ruki hates being cornered -- almost as much as he hates white flowers.
10. "Holy fuck," Kai elaborated.
:;:;:;:
This kinda makes me want to abandon my college-duties and finish all of these -3-