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tsukinofaeriiIt's come to my attention that, artistically speaking, I appear to be accomplishing quite a large amount of nothing lately. Few icons. No real art. No stories. I haven't even been participating in the occassional contest on ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
hogwartsishome. However, there's a reason for my aparent slacking. I'm writing a story! And not just any story. A monster-big story. At least, compared to what I usually put out. Put bluntly, it was first written by hand on paper and ended up being over a hundred pages after I put in some extra scenes. Now I'm typing the blasted thing, and it appears that it might end up topping out somewhere between sixty and eighty. Quite a few bits that I mooned over and petted are being tossed out, but all sorts of other bits have to be added in. And then it gets to be edited into something reasonable. And THEN I'm going to see about finding an honest-to-goodness beta reader. One who won't just pass it along as "oh that's great!", or vanish suddenly and without reason. The final question will be "Where do I post?", since there's no way I've worked on this monster since December and it's going to languish unseen here. It's going to be at least another couple of weeks before I'm done typing it and feel safe letting it set long enough to work on other projects. I know how my mind works, and if I let absolutely anything get me off course, the story will never be completed.
Yes, I know no one cares, but so what?
Anyways, such is the reason why I haven't been doing much. As a consolation prize, I'm posting an exerpt from my current project. Since no one reads this anyways besides Neko (who gets this stuff anyways), I can feel safe in that I'm not ruining the story for anyone.
The room narrowed around him as nerves danced under Riku's skin. Every inch of air between them gained a new importance and interpretation. He could feel the heat of Sora's skin against his thighs, well-worn jeans too thin to hide anything. It was hotter than it should have been, almost feverish. Maybe that's me, he thought, hand brushing down Sora's back. "You're not cold."
"Huh?"
Riku fought the urge to squirm. It would create a whole new form of embarrassment. His stomach twisted anyways. "Last night you were cold... And now you're not."
Everything softened, a tension seeping away before he'd known it was there. "I ate. My body temperature does weird things when I'm hungry."
For some reason, Riku couldn't seem to get his voice to rise above a whisper. "Are you hungry now?"
"I'm always a little hungry." Bright chestnut hair brushed his cheek as Sora tipped his head, waiting.
Heart pounding in his ears, Riku leaned up and brushed their lips together. The blue in Sora's eyes spread, bleeding into the whites. Their lips touched again, more firmly, and then again.
Weight pressed him down onto the bed as the careful, soft kisses went on and on. It was a mirror of their first kiss, similar but exactly different. There was nothing hard or rough, just a delicate slow rush of warmth. Need rose in a tide, pooling in his lower stomach. Sora took pains not to crush him, their bodies barely touching from hips to chest. It was maddening and wonderful.
Tenderly, Sora's tongue traced the cut from the night before. Something clicked in his head, and Riku found himself drowning in a storm of heat and aching want that sent blood rushing to his groin. Pleasure dragged out of his lip, tracing through his veins like some kind of drug.
It was bleeding again.
hogwartsishome. However, there's a reason for my aparent slacking. I'm writing a story! And not just any story. A monster-big story. At least, compared to what I usually put out. Put bluntly, it was first written by hand on paper and ended up being over a hundred pages after I put in some extra scenes. Now I'm typing the blasted thing, and it appears that it might end up topping out somewhere between sixty and eighty. Quite a few bits that I mooned over and petted are being tossed out, but all sorts of other bits have to be added in. And then it gets to be edited into something reasonable. And THEN I'm going to see about finding an honest-to-goodness beta reader. One who won't just pass it along as "oh that's great!", or vanish suddenly and without reason. The final question will be "Where do I post?", since there's no way I've worked on this monster since December and it's going to languish unseen here. It's going to be at least another couple of weeks before I'm done typing it and feel safe letting it set long enough to work on other projects. I know how my mind works, and if I let absolutely anything get me off course, the story will never be completed. Yes, I know no one cares, but so what?
Anyways, such is the reason why I haven't been doing much. As a consolation prize, I'm posting an exerpt from my current project. Since no one reads this anyways besides Neko (who gets this stuff anyways), I can feel safe in that I'm not ruining the story for anyone.
The room narrowed around him as nerves danced under Riku's skin. Every inch of air between them gained a new importance and interpretation. He could feel the heat of Sora's skin against his thighs, well-worn jeans too thin to hide anything. It was hotter than it should have been, almost feverish. Maybe that's me, he thought, hand brushing down Sora's back. "You're not cold."
"Huh?"
Riku fought the urge to squirm. It would create a whole new form of embarrassment. His stomach twisted anyways. "Last night you were cold... And now you're not."
Everything softened, a tension seeping away before he'd known it was there. "I ate. My body temperature does weird things when I'm hungry."
For some reason, Riku couldn't seem to get his voice to rise above a whisper. "Are you hungry now?"
"I'm always a little hungry." Bright chestnut hair brushed his cheek as Sora tipped his head, waiting.
Heart pounding in his ears, Riku leaned up and brushed their lips together. The blue in Sora's eyes spread, bleeding into the whites. Their lips touched again, more firmly, and then again.
Weight pressed him down onto the bed as the careful, soft kisses went on and on. It was a mirror of their first kiss, similar but exactly different. There was nothing hard or rough, just a delicate slow rush of warmth. Need rose in a tide, pooling in his lower stomach. Sora took pains not to crush him, their bodies barely touching from hips to chest. It was maddening and wonderful.
Tenderly, Sora's tongue traced the cut from the night before. Something clicked in his head, and Riku found himself drowning in a storm of heat and aching want that sent blood rushing to his groin. Pleasure dragged out of his lip, tracing through his veins like some kind of drug.
It was bleeding again.
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