Because if my Flist jumped off a cliff
Oct. 10th, 2004 12:23 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
cornerofmadnessI'd do it too. Here's the little dowhat'sit where you get one of my stories first lines and you make a story of your own. Here's a baker's dozen. Some that are character specific, others not. Gee, I have so many stories with Spike, Dru, Faith or Connor in the first line it ain't funny.
1. "I'm dancing with the stars," Dru giggled, rolling in the wet grass and mud
2. Everything was wrong.
3. A full moon, those always made sleep difficult but in my line of work, I don't get to sleep nights anyhow.
4. An unholy noise ripped through the hotel, reverberating off the fixtures
5. He's sleeping now, despite the damn sunlight streaming in the window.
6. Connor shut his eyes, lying on the unfamiliar bed.
7. Cordelia sank into the tub.
8. Buffy wiped the tears off her face.
9. I watched them disperse into the crowd at the dance.
10. I had given up hope of being rescued.
11. I have been through so much.
12. Angel paused in front of his closed office door.
13. I'm not like other kids my age.
and back to Hyperion's Son I go. Guys, is my little mood dude drinking blood?
1. "I'm dancing with the stars," Dru giggled, rolling in the wet grass and mud
2. Everything was wrong.
3. A full moon, those always made sleep difficult but in my line of work, I don't get to sleep nights anyhow.
4. An unholy noise ripped through the hotel, reverberating off the fixtures
5. He's sleeping now, despite the damn sunlight streaming in the window.
6. Connor shut his eyes, lying on the unfamiliar bed.
7. Cordelia sank into the tub.
8. Buffy wiped the tears off her face.
9. I watched them disperse into the crowd at the dance.
10. I had given up hope of being rescued.
11. I have been through so much.
12. Angel paused in front of his closed office door.
13. I'm not like other kids my age.
and back to Hyperion's Son I go. Guys, is my little mood dude drinking blood?
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Here's Mine!
Date: 2004-10-10 03:57 pm (UTC)In that other 'verse I've become rather fond of.
Oh, word to Billy Idol.
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He’s sleeping now, despite the damn sunlight streaming in the window.
When he didn’t show up at her door to collect her for lunch, she’d come looking for him. She’d knocked, really she had, and then popped in, expecting him to be grabbing one of his flannel shirts or lacing up his brogans. Now she’s afraid she’s addicted to the sight of his naked body, swallowed by the sun. Every line is pulled into sharp relief, from the top of his head down to the puddle of blankets he’d kicked off in his sleep. One foot was still tangled up in sheet, buried up to his calf in folds and pleats. The sight of that innocence does something to her stomach and she has to turn her gaze elsewhere, before she’s overwhelmed.
His face is a study of bright and dark and the sun picks out hints of gold in his dark, unruly hair. A pool of light is captured in the hollow of his throat. His chest rises and falls, slowly; evenly and she can’t help but let her eyes skate farther down, swallowing hard at the crisp, wiry hair that trails below his navel to the thicker patch at his groin. A stray, giggly thought makes her clap a hand over her mouth but she still can’t help but wonder if he has a nickname for his penis.
She knows she’d call it ‘marvelous’ but he might not want to know that.
“See somethin’ you like?”
She jerks her eyes back up to meet his, the hand over her mouth clutching convulsively. She thinks her skin is just going to erupt from the blush. A gargled sound makes its way past the cage of her palm as he blinks at her, his heavy-lidded eyes half-shut but still rich with deviltry.
“‘Cause if y’do,” he says, his grin just a smidge away from being evil, “we can skip lunch an’ go straight to dessert.”
With a rebel yell, she flings herself into his open arms.
If she has her way, they’re not gonna make it to supper or breakfast, either.
Re: Here's Mine!
Date: 2004-10-10 04:11 pm (UTC)Re: Here's Mine!
Date: 2004-10-10 04:23 pm (UTC)What do you mean, what happened to it?
Re: Here's Mine!
Date: 2004-10-10 04:25 pm (UTC)Re: Here's Mine!
Date: 2004-10-10 05:03 pm (UTC)Yeah, I think they do that in the replies whenever I post 'em. No clue why.
Re: Here's Mine!
Date: 2004-10-11 05:54 am (UTC)Re: Here's Mine!
Date: 2004-10-11 07:42 am (UTC)Re: Here's Mine!
Date: 2004-10-11 09:12 am (UTC)Thanks! I'm glad you like!
Re: Here's Mine!
Date: 2004-10-11 09:23 am (UTC)oh and i got all the stuff you sent of the stories, just haven't had time to download it
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Date: 2004-10-11 09:52 am (UTC)Re: Here's Mine!
Date: 2004-10-11 09:58 am (UTC)Re: Here's Mine!
Date: 2004-10-11 10:01 am (UTC)Re: Here's Mine!
Date: 2004-10-11 04:06 pm (UTC)Re: Here's Mine!
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Date: 2004-10-11 04:31 pm (UTC)Re: Here's Mine!
Date: 2004-10-11 04:35 pm (UTC)I really, rilly, miss the DVD player. I think I'm going through withdrawal symptoms.
Re: Here's Mine!
Date: 2004-10-11 04:48 pm (UTC)YOU are I get one fucking station. ONE! I'm ready to chew walls.
Re: Here's Mine!
Date: 2004-10-12 07:18 am (UTC)I still need to go to the library, too. Heading to the office in a half-hour to grab the stuff out of it and then to the bank to drop off funds.
Re: Here's Mine!
Date: 2004-10-12 08:46 am (UTC)