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Jan. 2nd, 2003 11:51 amDun' wanna work today. Icky.
I saw Lord of the Rings last night again, though. Such a good movie... I love the music, too. This song just totally kicks.
Bleh. I wish I could feel more upbeat today. But I have to work, and I don't want to... wasn't supposed to... Argh. Curse it all.
If I can't figure out how to do some stuff, I'm just not going to do it. I hate being called into work when I'm not supposed to be. I wanted to lounge around and do nothing today, damnit!
Oh well.
Did some writing for my original fiction. I still really want to write that, though I haven't planned or started on it yet. All I have are snippets, and I know what the plot will be. It'll be a super fic. At least, I hope it will.
I'm starting to really like Dace. Must be the red hair.
Anyway, here's a snippet, just because I feel like posting it:
It was warmer than usual. Dace laced his fingers together over his chest and settled back against the grass. The afternoon sun felt good on his face and hands. *I could fall asleep like this,* he thought lazily, and rolled his head a little to look at his lounging partner. *Looks like Tev is already.*
Looking long enough, one could see the individual lashes of Tev's closed eyes, rather than just a pair of dark fans brushing his cheeks. Dace knew his best friend's face; he had studied it in secret at night, pretending to sleep, straining his eyes to stare over the distance between their beds. He had pale skin, almost seeming white at times, but unblemished, pure; it spread smoothly over the light, graceful structure of his face. High cheekbones, a softly pointed chin, huge hazel-green eyes with a slight exotic slant - that was Tev's face. He could be so serious at any given point, staring at Dace with a solumn, captivating gaze... and then those full lips would pull up into the mischievous smirk he knew so well, and he'd know they were both in for trouble.
And there was *nothing* he would trade it for.
*Maker, I'm an idiot.* Dace allowed himself a smile, feeling the sun start to relax him. *Can't stop staring. Or wishing. We probably won't even be here for much longer - and who knows what Level either of us will end up on.*
Still... it was hard for those kinds of thoughts to touch him when he felt so warm and lazy and content. *I'll just go on loving him,* Dace decided absently, and let himself start to drift off under that hazy spell.
Then it goes into conversation, but that would make this post waaaaay too long. I just wrote that last night, on a burst of sudden inspiration.
I wish I could stay home and work on it some more... stupid work.
Oh well.
I saw Lord of the Rings last night again, though. Such a good movie... I love the music, too. This song just totally kicks.
Bleh. I wish I could feel more upbeat today. But I have to work, and I don't want to... wasn't supposed to... Argh. Curse it all.
If I can't figure out how to do some stuff, I'm just not going to do it. I hate being called into work when I'm not supposed to be. I wanted to lounge around and do nothing today, damnit!
Oh well.
Did some writing for my original fiction. I still really want to write that, though I haven't planned or started on it yet. All I have are snippets, and I know what the plot will be. It'll be a super fic. At least, I hope it will.
I'm starting to really like Dace. Must be the red hair.
Anyway, here's a snippet, just because I feel like posting it:
It was warmer than usual. Dace laced his fingers together over his chest and settled back against the grass. The afternoon sun felt good on his face and hands. *I could fall asleep like this,* he thought lazily, and rolled his head a little to look at his lounging partner. *Looks like Tev is already.*
Looking long enough, one could see the individual lashes of Tev's closed eyes, rather than just a pair of dark fans brushing his cheeks. Dace knew his best friend's face; he had studied it in secret at night, pretending to sleep, straining his eyes to stare over the distance between their beds. He had pale skin, almost seeming white at times, but unblemished, pure; it spread smoothly over the light, graceful structure of his face. High cheekbones, a softly pointed chin, huge hazel-green eyes with a slight exotic slant - that was Tev's face. He could be so serious at any given point, staring at Dace with a solumn, captivating gaze... and then those full lips would pull up into the mischievous smirk he knew so well, and he'd know they were both in for trouble.
And there was *nothing* he would trade it for.
*Maker, I'm an idiot.* Dace allowed himself a smile, feeling the sun start to relax him. *Can't stop staring. Or wishing. We probably won't even be here for much longer - and who knows what Level either of us will end up on.*
Still... it was hard for those kinds of thoughts to touch him when he felt so warm and lazy and content. *I'll just go on loving him,* Dace decided absently, and let himself start to drift off under that hazy spell.
Then it goes into conversation, but that would make this post waaaaay too long. I just wrote that last night, on a burst of sudden inspiration.
I wish I could stay home and work on it some more... stupid work.
Oh well.
