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06 October 2011 @ 11:07 pm
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09 August 2011 @ 12:52 am
Moar smut. A long-time work in progress that's nearly finished :P
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06 August 2011 @ 09:17 pm
Yeah, my choice for live action! Adrian's pretty much solidified :3 I just want to see him in some black frame glasses o3o;
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31 July 2011 @ 11:36 pm
An excerpt from part 2 of my story, after Adrian and Tommy are on more friendly terms than before.

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23 June 2011 @ 10:56 pm
A small excerpt from the Steampunk AU for my story.

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30 April 2011 @ 12:07 am
Work in progress of my short oneshot called "Shelter", from my story's college AU.

It didn’t take him long to find the woman; her meek, hopeless form clung to the shadows of the alley to which she had retreated.  She stood, her back pressed against the cold concrete façade of  some shoddy old building, her face buried between her trembling hands. and her back shaking violently as she fought with her emotions. Something told him to turn back; told him that she needed to deal with this on her own, but he simply didn’t have it in his heart to leave her there in such a piteous state. Against his better judgment, he approached slowly, softly, as if not to startle the poor thing. He soon came to a pause, just a few feet in front of her. Standing, waiting patiently, he spoke not a single word, and made not a single movement; he merely studied her with great concern through his drenched locks of hair and his water-speckled glasses.

She knew he would follow her; she barely even heard him approach, but she was well aware of his presence. Without even looking up, she knew he was staring down at her with those sad green eyes of his, waiting for some kind of reaction from her; even just the slightest indication that she was alright. But none came. Only the faint sound of a whimper as she struggled with her words. Her mind frantically searched for the right words to say to him, but nothing seemed to register.

Finally, two simple words fell from her shaking lips. “It‘s raining.”

Sorrow. Bitterness. Spite. Adrian was taken aback; never had he heard such a tone in her voice. Now it was he who was at a loss for words- no, it wasn’t just a loss for words; it was a complete loss. He was afraid to make even the slightest movement for fear of somehow making things worse.

“I’m sorry.” She whispered, all traces of composure fleeting her in an instant. Her head still hanging wearily, she finally lowered her hands, clutching the lower hem of his coat like a lost child, as she sobbed to her heart’s content. “I am… so, so sorry.” she managed, between sobs.

“What are you sorry for? You didn’t do anything.”

“I’m sorry for causing a such trouble… and I’m even more sorry that you got involved. And that he… that he said such cruel, heartless things about your mother.” Her fists balled up even tighter than before as she fought her tears in vain.

His heart sunk a little. Regardless, it wasn‘t her fault; it wasn’t as though she asked for Dylan to walk up to them and cause a scene. “You have nothing to apologize for. Trust me, I‘ve dealt with my share of idiots like him.” He paused for a moment, trying to find the right words. “But… are you okay?”

She drew in a shaky breath as she looked up at him for a brief moment. What he saw was nothing short of heartbreaking; never had he seen such emotion on the woman’s face, or such sorrow in the same brown eyes that were usually so vivacious and happy. It hurt him to see her this way; quite literally. In his chest had formed a dull pinch; and with every breath he drew, it hurt a little worse, grew little sharper.

Much to Adrian’s dismay, neither the rain nor Becca’s tears seemed to be ceasing. Her grip on his jacket grew looser, until her hands dropped back to her sides. His solemn eyes regarded her earnestly; she was a crying mess, hiding behind her veil of wet hair, and all he could do was stand there. The rain, he could handle, but seeing her this way was damn near unbearable; and it frustrated him, because he simply didn’t know what to do. Just the act of getting her to look up seemed almost impossible…

Swallowing hard, he took a step closer to the woman. Slowly, tentatively, he raised his hand, reaching out and brushing a tuft of wet, flaxen hair out of her face. Surprised at the bold gesture, she turned her head away, raising an arm to serve as her shelter from his scrutiny.
11 March 2011 @ 10:42 pm
Work in progress. The last time Angie sees Jeremy.
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03 March 2011 @ 11:50 pm
Work in progress. A written piece to accompany this. Non-canon, as these two don't actually get together until a few years down the road.
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03 March 2011 @ 06:24 pm
Work in progress. A friendly little scene between Adri & Becks. Having a friendly dinner with a few of their coworkers, Becca clams up when she sees her ex. Adrian tries to cheer her up, and lulz ensue.
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31 January 2011 @ 07:45 pm
Work in progress of a scene from the night of the fair.
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Current Music: Crossfire by Brandon Flowers