In an effort to continue my procrastination from writing, I thought I'd do the WIP meme again because it's one of my favorites. Though I clearly I have issue with this single sentence rule - sue me.
001. "Thank you for that astute observation Mr. Turpin." Eames didn't let himself look the Captain in the eye, didn't dare too as the idea of just what could be done to him now started to fill his mind. "However, the question was meant for the boy."
002. He is in so far over his head at this point that Alex doesn't know what he is going to do, it's all gonna come to a breaking point eventually and he's not sure they'll survive the fall out. Scott's a pretty understanding sort of guy, but lines like you're like my own personal brand of heroin weren't exactly something you just let go, unless you were some doe eyed teenager, and even then only the weird ones were okay with that.
003. So the thing is, when you're a man if you dress a certain way people start to get ideas about you. If you take pride in your appearance, if you wear suits that fit you to a T, if you happen to wear a fedora most days of the week and a waist coat, suddenly the whole world thinks you suck dick.
004. It isn't just his brother who has died, it's Arthur's fucking twin. Eames is wholly unprepared for this, for the pictures around the house, seeing the man who could have been Arthur, though he smiles far more than Arthur ever lets himself. At least as far as Eames has ever seen.
005. He's all the way on the other side of the bar, too far for Jensen to really stare the way he wants to, but he sees details - the line of his throat, the curl of his lips against the rim of glass raised briefly for a drink, and those eyes - he's really not close enough to see them properly, but god does he want to.
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!
001. "Thank you for that astute observation Mr. Turpin." Eames didn't let himself look the Captain in the eye, didn't dare too as the idea of just what could be done to him now started to fill his mind. "However, the question was meant for the boy."
002. He is in so far over his head at this point that Alex doesn't know what he is going to do, it's all gonna come to a breaking point eventually and he's not sure they'll survive the fall out. Scott's a pretty understanding sort of guy, but lines like you're like my own personal brand of heroin weren't exactly something you just let go, unless you were some doe eyed teenager, and even then only the weird ones were okay with that.
003. So the thing is, when you're a man if you dress a certain way people start to get ideas about you. If you take pride in your appearance, if you wear suits that fit you to a T, if you happen to wear a fedora most days of the week and a waist coat, suddenly the whole world thinks you suck dick.
004. It isn't just his brother who has died, it's Arthur's fucking twin. Eames is wholly unprepared for this, for the pictures around the house, seeing the man who could have been Arthur, though he smiles far more than Arthur ever lets himself. At least as far as Eames has ever seen.
005. He's all the way on the other side of the bar, too far for Jensen to really stare the way he wants to, but he sees details - the line of his throat, the curl of his lips against the rim of glass raised briefly for a drink, and those eyes - he's really not close enough to see them properly, but god does he want to.
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