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clo_againSo...
Fic...
Okay, before you all kill me - Parisian Dreams is turning into another Bounty. Only difference is, with Bounty it took me three month to write around 11,900 words. Parisian Dreams just hit 10,800, with at least another 2,000 to go, not counting how much rewrites will push that up - and it's taken me less than a week so far. And I know I could stay up until 6am, 7am, to finish it tonight but I like this fic. Pushing it like that will end in ruining it - and it's not as if I'm not writing, 2,000 words tonight alone but it wants to be around 12,000, 13,000 and I need sleep. Not to mention I absolutely despise a couple of the scenes in this part and they need rewriting. So can I sleep? Please? For the sake of better fic?
I'll give you an extract...
“For the last time, I’m not trying to ‘steal’ Andy!” Mardy’s voice rises in exasperation. “Can you not just let it go, for fuckssake! If Andy is that easy to take then you should be asking yourself if he was worth having in the first place!”
“Oh but he would be easy to take,” Roger replies softly. “If it was you taking him.”
Startled for the second time in the last five minutes Mardy stops, turning to look incredulously at Roger. The Swiss is hunched into his jacket against the winter chill, misery lurking in his eyes. Mardy sees it and softens, because all they’ve done all day is dance on the edge of truth and lies for their own benefit, Andy and Roger following blindly around the city in hopes of an explanation. Roger looks so defeated and forlorn that Mardy boldly slides his arms around the Swiss’ waist, pulling him in close. Roger lets him do it without resistance, surprise on his face as Mardy meets his eyes.
“I swear Roger,” he says softly, sincerely. “I would never and will never take Andy from you. Not like that. Okay?”
Roger shakes his head. “But if not that then why-“
“Ah!” Mardy lets go, stepping back. “That’s all you get for now. Come on.” He turns, continuing down the street, knowing Roger will follow. He’s a little shaken at the Swiss’ words – a day ago, hell an hour ago, he’d have said Roger was crazy, deluded, paranoid – he knew Andy only loved Roger. Period.
Now he isn't so sure. Which means the whole plan may work out simpler than they’d dare hope. If he can just convince Roger...
“Here,” he says, as much to drag himself out of his reverie as to alert Roger that he’s stopped. They’re standing outside a brightly lit doorway with a carefully placed bouncer, out of the way but clearly in evidence. Roger frowns, blinking at the thud of music coming from inside.
“I don’t-“
“Shut up,” Mardy tells him, producing a handful of euros to give to the bouncer who lets them pass without a word. The music gets louder as they go down a long corridor, hitting them full blast as they enter a huge room, packed with people. Roger backs up a step, Mardy wrapping an arm around his waist to stop him leaving.
“Mardy, this isn’t-“ Roger breaks off as he looks around, taking in the crowd and dim lighting, couples entwined together on sofas and against walls, lost in their own private worlds. “I don’t like this.”
“Tough,” Mardy yells back to him over the music. “We have a couple of hours to kill. Let’s go get a drink.”
He turns to push his way through the crowd, dragging Roger with him as he shakes off his last few nerves. He’s already hooked Andy - now to fish for much more difficult prize. As they reach the bar he leans on it and pulls Roger against him, wrapping his arms around the Swiss’ waist. Roger seems too dazed by the music and lights to protest and Mardy lets himself brush an open mouthed kiss across the dark curls.
“Now,” he breathes in Roger’s ear. “Time to enjoy my company.”
I know exactly where I'm going with everything. I just need enough hours in the day to type it up. It's 4:42am. If you want to kill me, do it after I've had some sleep?
Oh I hate epic fic. >_<
Clo
Fic...
Okay, before you all kill me - Parisian Dreams is turning into another Bounty. Only difference is, with Bounty it took me three month to write around 11,900 words. Parisian Dreams just hit 10,800, with at least another 2,000 to go, not counting how much rewrites will push that up - and it's taken me less than a week so far. And I know I could stay up until 6am, 7am, to finish it tonight but I like this fic. Pushing it like that will end in ruining it - and it's not as if I'm not writing, 2,000 words tonight alone but it wants to be around 12,000, 13,000 and I need sleep. Not to mention I absolutely despise a couple of the scenes in this part and they need rewriting. So can I sleep? Please? For the sake of better fic?
I'll give you an extract...
“For the last time, I’m not trying to ‘steal’ Andy!” Mardy’s voice rises in exasperation. “Can you not just let it go, for fuckssake! If Andy is that easy to take then you should be asking yourself if he was worth having in the first place!”
“Oh but he would be easy to take,” Roger replies softly. “If it was you taking him.”
Startled for the second time in the last five minutes Mardy stops, turning to look incredulously at Roger. The Swiss is hunched into his jacket against the winter chill, misery lurking in his eyes. Mardy sees it and softens, because all they’ve done all day is dance on the edge of truth and lies for their own benefit, Andy and Roger following blindly around the city in hopes of an explanation. Roger looks so defeated and forlorn that Mardy boldly slides his arms around the Swiss’ waist, pulling him in close. Roger lets him do it without resistance, surprise on his face as Mardy meets his eyes.
“I swear Roger,” he says softly, sincerely. “I would never and will never take Andy from you. Not like that. Okay?”
Roger shakes his head. “But if not that then why-“
“Ah!” Mardy lets go, stepping back. “That’s all you get for now. Come on.” He turns, continuing down the street, knowing Roger will follow. He’s a little shaken at the Swiss’ words – a day ago, hell an hour ago, he’d have said Roger was crazy, deluded, paranoid – he knew Andy only loved Roger. Period.
Now he isn't so sure. Which means the whole plan may work out simpler than they’d dare hope. If he can just convince Roger...
“Here,” he says, as much to drag himself out of his reverie as to alert Roger that he’s stopped. They’re standing outside a brightly lit doorway with a carefully placed bouncer, out of the way but clearly in evidence. Roger frowns, blinking at the thud of music coming from inside.
“I don’t-“
“Shut up,” Mardy tells him, producing a handful of euros to give to the bouncer who lets them pass without a word. The music gets louder as they go down a long corridor, hitting them full blast as they enter a huge room, packed with people. Roger backs up a step, Mardy wrapping an arm around his waist to stop him leaving.
“Mardy, this isn’t-“ Roger breaks off as he looks around, taking in the crowd and dim lighting, couples entwined together on sofas and against walls, lost in their own private worlds. “I don’t like this.”
“Tough,” Mardy yells back to him over the music. “We have a couple of hours to kill. Let’s go get a drink.”
He turns to push his way through the crowd, dragging Roger with him as he shakes off his last few nerves. He’s already hooked Andy - now to fish for much more difficult prize. As they reach the bar he leans on it and pulls Roger against him, wrapping his arms around the Swiss’ waist. Roger seems too dazed by the music and lights to protest and Mardy lets himself brush an open mouthed kiss across the dark curls.
“Now,” he breathes in Roger’s ear. “Time to enjoy my company.”
I know exactly where I'm going with everything. I just need enough hours in the day to type it up. It's 4:42am. If you want to kill me, do it after I've had some sleep?
Oh I hate epic fic. >_<
Clo
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Re: We hates...
Date: 2005-02-13 03:35 am (UTC)Oh dear. A fic-war sounds... exhausting. But we'd probably produce quite a lot of fic out of it so I think it'd be good for the fandom overall. Not good for out sanity, but then is anything good for that anymore?
*wails* I have to rewrite. I hate rewriting!
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