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cathybitesOMG LJ, STOP CHANGING THE URL FOR ICONS. ::resets AdBlock::
anyways, remember that WIPs meme that was going around? Post a snippet from your WIPs blah blah blah? well, here you go.
1. Jared fidgeted in his seat, eyes darting from Torts to Richie and back to Feaster. "What does that mean?"
Feaster blinked, then took his glasses off. He rubbed a hand over his eyes before sighing. "Brad agreed to waive his NTC, and both of you have been traded to Dallas with Johan."
2. When he meets Jared for the first time, Jensen automatically sticks his hand out, smile spreading wide across his face. But when Jared smiles back, lips drawing back over gleaming white teeth, Jensen freezes. Every single part of him does, right down to the marrow in his bones, and a voice rustles in the back of his head, like the wind through dead leaves: *don't move don't breathe don't be anything but still still still*.
3. *I'll see you later*, Brandon almost says. The words stick to his tongue when he realizes, no, this is it. He has no plans to see Zach again - not later today, or tomorrow, or for the rest of the summer. He won't see him until the season starts and they're standing on opposite ends of the ice. Brandon tells himself that's fine, it's perfect, it's exactly what he wants.
4. Not that he was serving up children for lunch or hexing his neighbor's cattle or anything like that, but Jensen had always had a 'don't ask, don't tell' policy when it came to magic. It had been engrained in him since birth, his mama and grandma telling him over and over that Texas was no place for warlocks and witches, that he had to be careful, all the time, or else he'd find himself hogtied to a burning stake faster than a newt could blink.
5. Jensen stares at Jared's retreating back, then at the muffin. He shakes his head, and finishes his coffee.
6.The rest of the team is gone by the time it's finally over, the last writer ushered out the door with a polite but firm 'thank you.' Brad gathers his things, looks around the locker room. The *visitors* locker room. He'd never set foot in it before, an old suspicion carried over from juniors, and there's an overwhelming feeling of *wrongwrongwrong* twisting around his spine. He rolls his shoulders and tries to shake it off, tries to accept that nothing is amiss, that this is his place now.
7. Jensen, though, was ready to make a break for it when Ren clapped a hand onto his shoulder and said, "Hey, son, let's get you introduced to some folks your age. Jared! C'mon over here." He leaned in and whispered, "You be careful 'round Jared. He's mostly a good kid, but he's got himself a bit of a wild streak."
8. There once was a man named John, and he lived on a small farm outside of a small village in a small kingdom. He was neither prince nor pauper, and although at one time he had been in service of the king's army, his days were now filled with peace, the time of war long behind him. He fought against only the elements, conquered only the small stretch of land he had built his home upon.
9. Something sparked between those two boys, something that nobody really understood. My ma says that people spend their entire lives searching for the other half of their souls, that that was what love was, and on that night long ago, both those boys looked into each other's eyes and recognized his missing half.
10. A black car pulled up alongside him and Benton tensed, not sure of what to expect. He relaxed when Kowalski's head appeared in the window, grinning wide. "I thought that was you. You live 'round here?"
11. The door had barely slid shut behind him when it opened again, and Jared flinched at the *whoosh*, knowing damn well it wasn't Kristen coming after him. A beat of silence, then, "Jared, lemme go--"
anyways, remember that WIPs meme that was going around? Post a snippet from your WIPs blah blah blah? well, here you go.
1. Jared fidgeted in his seat, eyes darting from Torts to Richie and back to Feaster. "What does that mean?"
Feaster blinked, then took his glasses off. He rubbed a hand over his eyes before sighing. "Brad agreed to waive his NTC, and both of you have been traded to Dallas with Johan."
2. When he meets Jared for the first time, Jensen automatically sticks his hand out, smile spreading wide across his face. But when Jared smiles back, lips drawing back over gleaming white teeth, Jensen freezes. Every single part of him does, right down to the marrow in his bones, and a voice rustles in the back of his head, like the wind through dead leaves: *don't move don't breathe don't be anything but still still still*.
3. *I'll see you later*, Brandon almost says. The words stick to his tongue when he realizes, no, this is it. He has no plans to see Zach again - not later today, or tomorrow, or for the rest of the summer. He won't see him until the season starts and they're standing on opposite ends of the ice. Brandon tells himself that's fine, it's perfect, it's exactly what he wants.
4. Not that he was serving up children for lunch or hexing his neighbor's cattle or anything like that, but Jensen had always had a 'don't ask, don't tell' policy when it came to magic. It had been engrained in him since birth, his mama and grandma telling him over and over that Texas was no place for warlocks and witches, that he had to be careful, all the time, or else he'd find himself hogtied to a burning stake faster than a newt could blink.
5. Jensen stares at Jared's retreating back, then at the muffin. He shakes his head, and finishes his coffee.
6.The rest of the team is gone by the time it's finally over, the last writer ushered out the door with a polite but firm 'thank you.' Brad gathers his things, looks around the locker room. The *visitors* locker room. He'd never set foot in it before, an old suspicion carried over from juniors, and there's an overwhelming feeling of *wrongwrongwrong* twisting around his spine. He rolls his shoulders and tries to shake it off, tries to accept that nothing is amiss, that this is his place now.
7. Jensen, though, was ready to make a break for it when Ren clapped a hand onto his shoulder and said, "Hey, son, let's get you introduced to some folks your age. Jared! C'mon over here." He leaned in and whispered, "You be careful 'round Jared. He's mostly a good kid, but he's got himself a bit of a wild streak."
8. There once was a man named John, and he lived on a small farm outside of a small village in a small kingdom. He was neither prince nor pauper, and although at one time he had been in service of the king's army, his days were now filled with peace, the time of war long behind him. He fought against only the elements, conquered only the small stretch of land he had built his home upon.
9. Something sparked between those two boys, something that nobody really understood. My ma says that people spend their entire lives searching for the other half of their souls, that that was what love was, and on that night long ago, both those boys looked into each other's eyes and recognized his missing half.
10. A black car pulled up alongside him and Benton tensed, not sure of what to expect. He relaxed when Kowalski's head appeared in the window, grinning wide. "I thought that was you. You live 'round here?"
11. The door had barely slid shut behind him when it opened again, and Jared flinched at the *whoosh*, knowing damn well it wasn't Kristen coming after him. A beat of silence, then, "Jared, lemme go--"
