update! WOO HOO!
Nov. 6th, 2004 09:23 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
erastesI CAUGHT UP!!!!
mainly because this morning I started a fanfic which is currently over a 1000 words long. but I CAUGHT UP!!!
10006 WORDS. *does the dance of joy*
Snipette of Transgression chapter 19
Everything melted away after that; anger, time, place. There was nothing except Tobias. Perhaps it was because of the time he'd spent fretting, perhaps it was because he had been so very tired, but David's limbs felt like lead; his mind slowed to a crawl and it was as much as he could manage to lie on the floor and to be worshipped, for that's how it felt.
Snipette of fanfic to come hopefully sooooon
The low autumn sun slid into the room, almost peering over the windowsill, as if it were apprehensive of what it would find, and lit their skin in a golden accretion. Two pairs of pale, narrow feet, mostly motionless but one foot gently strokes the instep of another. Spreading over the skin like aurulent pigment, the sunlight crept up their calves, lighting them, warming them in its morning embrace.
I thank yew!
mainly because this morning I started a fanfic which is currently over a 1000 words long. but I CAUGHT UP!!!
10006 WORDS. *does the dance of joy*
Snipette of Transgression chapter 19
Everything melted away after that; anger, time, place. There was nothing except Tobias. Perhaps it was because of the time he'd spent fretting, perhaps it was because he had been so very tired, but David's limbs felt like lead; his mind slowed to a crawl and it was as much as he could manage to lie on the floor and to be worshipped, for that's how it felt.
Snipette of fanfic to come hopefully sooooon
The low autumn sun slid into the room, almost peering over the windowsill, as if it were apprehensive of what it would find, and lit their skin in a golden accretion. Two pairs of pale, narrow feet, mostly motionless but one foot gently strokes the instep of another. Spreading over the skin like aurulent pigment, the sunlight crept up their calves, lighting them, warming them in its morning embrace.
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I thank yew!
