WsIP meme

[thrihyrne]

Yes, I'm a lemming. Gacked from at least heartofoshun and elfscribe5, I went through my harddrive and discovered waaaaaaay more works in progress (or simply abandoned fics, in some cases) than I thought I had! So here they are, listed in alpha order by the titles they have. So, the meme:

Post a single sentence from each WIP you have (or as many as you want to pick). No context, no explanations. No more than one sentence unless you're a cheater like me and posted occasionally a dialogue line.

That said, if anyone is curious about particular sentences, I'll dish!

1) Colin's words held no bite; truth be told, he'd much prefer his lover to be mellow that way than via the gallons of bourbon he'd drunk in recent years.

2) When Remus came to, before even opening his eyes, he took stock of his appendages.

3) Gathering wine, salted meat, chalices, and her good graces, she awaited her Lord of the Hoarfrost Eyes.

4) While Fred and George spoke to each other in their unique twinspeak, Arthur surrendered to the sleep that had been wanting to claim him for many hours, his arm draped protectively over Molly and his two youngest children.

5) "This is unthinkable, immature and ill-advised," Severus seethed, though he did dim his wand to the faintest glow.

6) “For love of brother, uncle and leige, I lied, I feigned manhood, and I deserted my kingdom,” she said harshly. “Who kept you caged?”

7) Monarch swooped on him, all long arms and chartreuse cape and far-too-tempting lips as he planted a dry row of kisses from Balthamos' cheekbone to his jaw.

8) Éowyn thought that she would rather serve a fifteen-course dinner to Gríma Wormtongue than endure listening to her own genealogy, so she cut him off.

9) "Frightfully Bad Idea!!" glowed in red letters on the watch face, but he ignored it.

10) Perhaps it was because he was a son of Fëanor and had been born with an obsession for beauty and no small amount of pride, but Amras often liked to think of how they must look together, his ruddy tones and fiery hair mingling with that of his more luminous partner.

11) It wasn't in so many words, but Severus had revealed that his deepest longings were for Remus, and a life in which he could tell people who wished to make him act against his will to fuck off and leave him alone.

12) Bruises were everywhere, rope burns, and most horrifying of all, a tyre track across a shattered shinbone.

13) It was like pushing millions of square pegs into the round holes of her façade.

14) Anardil was imposingly painted, his pale hair blowing in the wind, his hand clasped to the mast of his beloved Eämbar, blue eyes glacier-cold in their foresight.

15) To her, however, it was as though the world had been shattered, then spelled back together with a tragically inept Reparo, the cracks and omissions glaring and unfathomable.

Comments

[thrihyrne.livejournal.com]

Hee! Thanks for your comment. That was from a thankfully never finished story in which during a bet gone wrong, somehow Éowyn finds herself in the late 1990's in the U.S. at the home of some Tolkien fan (male) who, after gaping at her, was going through who she was when she tells him to shut up. ;)