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intrigueing) wrote2015-01-24 01:09 pm
intrigueing) wrote2015-01-24 01:09 pm
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Three Lines from Three WIPs Meme
So, like several people on my flist, I'm jumping on the "when you see this, post 3 lines from 3 WIPs" bandwagon. This has the added benefit of motivating me to finish them faster, because I don't want to go around for months with those lines out in the open without posting the fic that goes with it. And of course, not exactly random selections, but lines that hopefully make a bit of sense in context.
1. The West Wing, prequel fic, Jed and Leo-centric
He made a stab at pulling himself to his feet on a nearby shopping cart before Jed's voice got any louder, but forgot to take the cart's wheels into account. He found himself deposited back on his stomach as the cart rolled out from under him with a half-hearted clatter, rolled a few parking spaces away, and came to a squeaky halt.
"Jesus Christ," growled Jed. He walked back, grabbed the back of Leo's belt, hauled him up like a duffel bag and propped him diagonally against the base of the streetlight. "I said just sit still. You got that through your fucking head?"
"Sorry," Leo sat still, feeling bad and then progressively worse about letting Jed down. He desperately wanted to ask Jed to get him a drink so he could stop feeling bad about it, which made him start laughing.
2. Starsky & Hutch, long decades-spanning snapshot series
"You kiddin'?" Starsky's eyes were dancing, and either didn't know or didn't care that Hutch could see it in the mirror's reflection. "Listen, Blintz, you better get all your romancin' in now, because if you're seen around with me after I'm back in shape, there ain't a woman with a lick of taste who's gonna take a second look at your ugly mug. On the beach, next summer? Who's gonna go for some balding chump with a mustache like that over a gorgeous guy who's clearly the biggest badass in California, and got the scars to prove it? Chicks can't resist the sight of 'em."
"Right," said Hutch, appraising Starsky's reflection with one raised eyebrow over the top of his newspaper, "I forgot that it's every woman's dream to sleep with a guy with only one nipple."
"Hey, that's one and a half nipples," muttered Starsky, frowning mournfully at his chest. "The doc said I'm gonna be able to see most of this one again once all the stitches come out."
3. Harry Potter, several decades post-epilogue
But at the end of the high table, Potter had his glasses tilted so that only one eye was covered, and was holding a piece of treacle tart aloft in one wizened hand. He was closing first one eye, then the other, as though he was taking turns between gazing at it like he'd never seen food before, and letting it go blurry.
"Well, they wouldn't let him teach if he was a complete nutter, would they?" said Neil, "My granddad was in the war, there's some times where he starts talking about stuff and can't stop, but he knows he's doing it."
Sean shook his head. "Nah, not like that. I don't mean he loses his grip or anything, it's just...well," Sean jabbed his fork in Potter's direction. "He always acts like he's just taken a swig of Felix Felices."
1. The West Wing, prequel fic, Jed and Leo-centric
He made a stab at pulling himself to his feet on a nearby shopping cart before Jed's voice got any louder, but forgot to take the cart's wheels into account. He found himself deposited back on his stomach as the cart rolled out from under him with a half-hearted clatter, rolled a few parking spaces away, and came to a squeaky halt.
"Jesus Christ," growled Jed. He walked back, grabbed the back of Leo's belt, hauled him up like a duffel bag and propped him diagonally against the base of the streetlight. "I said just sit still. You got that through your fucking head?"
"Sorry," Leo sat still, feeling bad and then progressively worse about letting Jed down. He desperately wanted to ask Jed to get him a drink so he could stop feeling bad about it, which made him start laughing.
2. Starsky & Hutch, long decades-spanning snapshot series
"You kiddin'?" Starsky's eyes were dancing, and either didn't know or didn't care that Hutch could see it in the mirror's reflection. "Listen, Blintz, you better get all your romancin' in now, because if you're seen around with me after I'm back in shape, there ain't a woman with a lick of taste who's gonna take a second look at your ugly mug. On the beach, next summer? Who's gonna go for some balding chump with a mustache like that over a gorgeous guy who's clearly the biggest badass in California, and got the scars to prove it? Chicks can't resist the sight of 'em."
"Right," said Hutch, appraising Starsky's reflection with one raised eyebrow over the top of his newspaper, "I forgot that it's every woman's dream to sleep with a guy with only one nipple."
"Hey, that's one and a half nipples," muttered Starsky, frowning mournfully at his chest. "The doc said I'm gonna be able to see most of this one again once all the stitches come out."
3. Harry Potter, several decades post-epilogue
But at the end of the high table, Potter had his glasses tilted so that only one eye was covered, and was holding a piece of treacle tart aloft in one wizened hand. He was closing first one eye, then the other, as though he was taking turns between gazing at it like he'd never seen food before, and letting it go blurry.
"Well, they wouldn't let him teach if he was a complete nutter, would they?" said Neil, "My granddad was in the war, there's some times where he starts talking about stuff and can't stop, but he knows he's doing it."
Sean shook his head. "Nah, not like that. I don't mean he loses his grip or anything, it's just...well," Sean jabbed his fork in Potter's direction. "He always acts like he's just taken a swig of Felix Felices."