Favourite passage from 2018
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I was tagged by @sophiainspace to choose my favourite short passage from my own fanfic that I wrote in 2018.
I confess I have never been so glad that I wrote so little. ;)
Either it’s me being a stuck record or me being in the kind of mood where I’ve been rereading “Table Six Needs Drinks” when I need to unwind (original short dialogue piece, of a server being chipper in the face of Everything), but I’m going to go with a chunk from “The Madness of Cuckoos”:
She gets that slow lost look on her face again, and he gets up and takes her by the elbow.
“Are you sure, Axel? We could– go to the workshop, or watch a movie–” and he can’t tell if she’s zoning out ‘cause he mentioned out back or 'cause she’s just really tired. They’ve been up all night, and face it, she’s basically old.
But she asked, so he’s got to come up with an answer that feels right enough that he can get a fucking break.
“I’m sure, mom. You go lie down, okay? I’ll clean up.”
“Right,” she says. This close, in the kitchen light, her skin under the Prank makeup is pale and there are dark shadows sagging under her eyes. Definitely tired, whatever else is going on. “You’re a good boy, Axel.”
He kisses her on the temple. “Love you, mom.”
It’ll keep her quiet for a while.
He throws out the actual dishes, because who has time, and dumps the cutlery and pan in the sink to soak. She’ll get them when she wakes up.
(I’m generally fairly sympathetic to him, but I swear I reread that and I just want to slap Axel. I may have unresolved housework issues.)
Tagging, without obligation, @isconnormcdavidok , @crimsondomingo , @secondratevillain , @wintertruffles​, @gorogues​, and you, yes you, who is reading this and would like to do it but hasn’t been tagged yet.
I was tagged by @sophiainspace to choose my favourite short passage from my own fanfic that I wrote in 2018.
I confess I have never been so glad that I wrote so little. ;)
Either it’s me being a stuck record or me being in the kind of mood where I’ve been rereading “Table Six Needs Drinks” when I need to unwind (original short dialogue piece, of a server being chipper in the face of Everything), but I’m going to go with a chunk from “The Madness of Cuckoos”:
She gets that slow lost look on her face again, and he gets up and takes her by the elbow.
“Are you sure, Axel? We could– go to the workshop, or watch a movie–” and he can’t tell if she’s zoning out ‘cause he mentioned out back or 'cause she’s just really tired. They’ve been up all night, and face it, she’s basically old.
But she asked, so he’s got to come up with an answer that feels right enough that he can get a fucking break.
“I’m sure, mom. You go lie down, okay? I’ll clean up.”
“Right,” she says. This close, in the kitchen light, her skin under the Prank makeup is pale and there are dark shadows sagging under her eyes. Definitely tired, whatever else is going on. “You’re a good boy, Axel.”
He kisses her on the temple. “Love you, mom.”
It’ll keep her quiet for a while.
He throws out the actual dishes, because who has time, and dumps the cutlery and pan in the sink to soak. She’ll get them when she wakes up.
(I’m generally fairly sympathetic to him, but I swear I reread that and I just want to slap Axel. I may have unresolved housework issues.)
Tagging, without obligation, @isconnormcdavidok , @crimsondomingo , @secondratevillain , @wintertruffles​, @gorogues​, and you, yes you, who is reading this and would like to do it but hasn’t been tagged yet.
