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May. 5th, 2013 11:26 pm
if you keep calling my name
The rarewomen archive is live, as of this morning, with a story for everyone and 220 fics! *collapses happily*
I wrote:
that black forest and the fire in earnest (The Awakening (2011), Florence Cathcart, horrorgen)
we are the half-destroyed instruments that once held to a course (The X-Files, Dana Scully/Samantha Mulder/Monica Reyes, prefemslashy mystery adventure and awkward flirting)
I received a lovely, fluffy rom-com of a New Girl story from flipflop_diva: The End (It's Coming Closer) (Jess/Cece, zombies. And yes, you can have zombie-related fluff!)
For the rest of May I'll be
I wrote:
that black forest and the fire in earnest (The Awakening (2011), Florence Cathcart, horrorgen)
She turns her head, suddenly aware of a thousand aching pieces, parts, joints, whispering or howling for attention. Hands, wrapping and re-wrapping a kind of gauze. Female hands, female arms, and there. A face. The girl is young with a round face that seems at once utterly foreign and intensely familiar. It is her eyes Florence knows -- absurd, since she’s certain the girl at her side is stranger, but true.
“What has happened?” Florence manages, each word tasting like dust.
and
“What has happened?” Florence manages, each word tasting like dust.
and
we are the half-destroyed instruments that once held to a course (The X-Files, Dana Scully/Samantha Mulder/Monica Reyes, prefemslashy mystery adventure and awkward flirting)
“That’s what I’m proposing, yes. And be patient, Sam. Good things come to those who wait.”
“Not much comes to those who wait, you mean,” Mulder teases, knocking Reyes in the arm, an easy physical motion that could mean nothing or everything. Scully tries to remember the last time Mulder touched her like that -- they are partners, after all -- and surfaces blank, thinking only of her fingers tight around Mulder’s arm, Scully trying to quell her own shaking.
She’s not sure, then, exactly what she’s seeking.
Perhaps that is what scares Scully most about all of this.
“Not much comes to those who wait, you mean,” Mulder teases, knocking Reyes in the arm, an easy physical motion that could mean nothing or everything. Scully tries to remember the last time Mulder touched her like that -- they are partners, after all -- and surfaces blank, thinking only of her fingers tight around Mulder’s arm, Scully trying to quell her own shaking.
She’s not sure, then, exactly what she’s seeking.
Perhaps that is what scares Scully most about all of this.
I received a lovely, fluffy rom-com of a New Girl story from flipflop_diva: The End (It's Coming Closer) (Jess/Cece, zombies. And yes, you can have zombie-related fluff!)
For the rest of May I'll be
- moving (!!!!)
- reworking my Spring Breakers review for BitchFlicks
- writing a book review for the Lesbrary
- and gathering ideas for not_primetime and intoabar
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