Damn, ita, it was. I...uh, never noticed though. Thanks.
Xander ,'Get It Done'
The Great Write Way, Chapter Two: Twice upon a time...
A place for Buffistas to discuss, beta and otherwise deal and dish on their non-fan fiction projects.
Heh. And I just got in trouble for thinking it'd be lame and cowardly to cancel everything from the rest of baseball season through the Salt Lake Olympics.
ita just made me snort so hard it hurts.
Jeepers.
I'd vote your ticket Susan...especially since David Simon killed my previous favorite candidate.
But maybe bad example, as I still laugh about the retarded girl attempting suicide from jumping from a one-story building.I feel your pain, erika. *lip bite* I broke up with a boy I never liked that much, when I was in (I think) the 10th grade. Right around that time, I got grounded, and had to miss a party at my friend's house. The jilted boy took a few too many aspirin, or said he did, and started putting on that he was suicidal (he was fine, and really and truly was only attentionidal). Boy-I'd-Always-loved heard about it, and said, "Why didn't he just jump out the first story window?" I laughed altogether too hard for some tastes, and got the glare of disapproval from my more tight-arsed friends.
...suddenly recalling the "I'll go stick my head in a microwave" conversation.
Which was erika again, wasn't it? You crack-addled black-humorist, you.
Yeah. Maybe it's the brain damage. Is it any wonder I cling to crime drama? Oh, and Rescue Me that makes 9/11 jokes all the time about how Tommy only found his cousin's...I think, pinky finger. That poor woman lived only to answer "What's wrong with your face?" hundreds of times for weeks. She only thought life sucked before...
Anyone who reads this is gonna tell I thought this plot up at the last second. I suck at plot.
Susan--what if you use Alex's POV? Since he's the one to bring her the news, since he knew Sebastian, and had his own impression of his commander (?) is married, or at least paired, and would have an impression of him as a husband, and would definitely have an impression of her, compared to his own Helen. It might give the reader a step away, to observe her through his eyes.
It doesn't have to be all Alex, of course, but he might be a useful POV for part of it.
A heart drabble.
What You Do To Me
It's beating: slow, even, regular.
You touch me, a light touch, more companionable than anything else. The beats stay regular, but something under my ribcage tells me the speed is up a bit.
Lips to the hollow of my throat, and away goes the regularity; the vagrant brush of the tip of your tongue behind one ear, and farewell, evenness.
Jangling like something wants out, something wants in, something demanding explanation, slamdancing all over the spectrum. I know, after so many years together, that it will be hours before that beat is slow again, or even again, or regular again.