Taking the opportunity to combine three separate tags for the last sentence tag games and WIP Wednesdays (tagged by @siena-sevenwits, @winterinhimring, and @writerrose1998) and drop a few connected sentences because I can >:)
“Where is he.” Avarus’ voice was low, not so much threatening as commanding, with all the assurance that he would be answered. Arric didn’t answer anyway.
call it the last sentence tag game, a tag war, or WIP Wednesday, but I hereby gently tap @kraytwriter, @brievel, @musewranger, @let-the-whump-commence, @hollers-and-holmes, @freenarnian, @siena-sevenwits again since it’s been a while, @called-kept, @elsabet-writes, @phoebeamorryce, and anyone else who wants to :)
I haven't written anything but work in a few days so this is as good an reason as any to blow the dust off a WiP that's been waiting far too long...
Misty looked doubtfully back into the mirror, chewing the corner of her lip, and sighed, meeting Max’s eyes in the glass again. “I suppose you’re going to make me get it, aren’t you.” He moved forward, raking her from head to toe with his eyes. “Yes, I am,” he said bluntly. “Last thing I want is to see you spread your DNA down a half-mile stretch of highway.” He cleared his throat and added a bit huskily, “It does look cute on you. Real cute.” She was biting her lip again, her eyes dropping away from his in the reflection, pink staining across her cheeks.
@afaroffsong (when you return from hiatus, dear,) @muse-write @paranorahjones (if you're up to it) and @lady-merian because I owe you a Calvinball anyway
I think I’ve gotten tagged a couple times for these WIP games by various people and haven’t responded. Here are a couple of paragraphs of something I’ve been working on on-and-off for a few days!
“They say that you grew up on Tatooine,” he ventures.
“Who says?” Vader stalks forward, his cloak swaying behind him as he strides down the corridor. Luke hurries to keep up with him.
“Owen and Beru, for one thing. That’s the only thing I knew about you. So, if you know Amatakka…” He stops, his face growing pale as he reaches the logical conclusion. He can’t say it out loud. It will feel far too wrong; the idea that Darth Vader was a—
Thank you, @muse-write and @brievel ♥️
I’ve only written a little poem recently. It is without a doubt not my best work, but as it is all I have I’ll leave it here:
I fell apart in the bathroom
All wrapped-up in a towel
And sopping wet
And I stayed there for a long time
Unable to move
A puddle on the cold tiled floor
But You spoke and put me back together.
Back together for now
Until I fall apart again
And You will be there
To put me back together again—
Thank God.
Tagging @musewrangler and @kraytwriter <3
Thank you for the tag @afaroffsong !! Since this one is more amorphous I’ll give a few lines—
Luke placed a hand over his grin as Piett gave a galaxy weary sigh.
“I know perfectly well you’re amused, Skywalker, you don’t need to condescend and hide it,” he said, taking the pills with a swallow of tea. “Positive nannying,” he declared to the shuttle at large.
“We would never, sir!” came Hatley’s voice from the cockpit, followed by Scraps’ deeper tones telling her to hush.
