sleepmybeauty | once upon a time, I believe it was a tuesday. (Reply)

Day 06 - whatever tickles your fancy: for today, you get a snipped of a Tin Man fic I'm "writing". I use the quotes disdainfully, because like every other fic and/or story I have growing and developing in my brain, I have the plot, I have the characters, I have everything that I need to know to write it, I just....can't. Write it. I need to make myself sit down and just do it, but I'm a horrible procrastinator, I'm inconsistent, I'm...all kinds of things that just don't help with the writing. so. here's a tiny piece of a bigger piece of an actual fic that I might one day finish. start. w/e ;p

The Lady Marissa, although not many called her by her given name, woke up slowly, much slower than even her normal pace. She opened her eyes warily, not immediately recognizing the bed she was laying in or the sounds of the building around her. Reese, as she was more often than not called, slowly shifted her head to the right and saw a nightstand that wasn’t hers. With this in mind, she turned her head even slower to the left and wasn’t as surprised to see a man laying next to her that definitely wasn’t hers.

She was contemplating just getting up and slipping away unnoticed when his eyes fluttered open and he turned to her, a smug look spreading on his face. “Well, hello.” Was all he said at first. He sat up slightly on the bed and rested his head in his cupped palm, giving her a very frank once-over as he did so. “You’re even prettier than I remember.”

Reese sat up fully and scooted away quickly as he started moving closer. She was out of the bed in the next breath when it was clear he wasn’t stopping. “And you’re just as married as I remember. Sorry bud, gotta dash.” She rolled her eyes at him as she frantically searched for her clothes.

“Hey, that certainly didn’t hinder anything last night.” He said, moving to the edge of the bed to try to pull her back in. She evaded him deftly, locating her underwear, pants and shirt and hurrying into them.

“Right, but last night I was pretty--” she discarded ‘smashed’ almost immediately, wondering if someone from the O.Z. would even understand a term like that, “--drunk. And I have a firm policy to only sleep with married men when I’m drunk, so…” Reese saluted him briskly, nodded firmly for emphasis, and grabbed her boots as she did just as she’d warned, and dashed out of the room.

Clothed to at least decency, she grabbed her jacket off the hook by the door and pulled her knit hat out of the pocket and onto her head as she stepped out of the house and onto the busy Central City street.

Now that only left the problem of…where was she?

Day 07 - a photo that makes you happy
Day 08 - a photo that makes you angry/sad
Day 09 - a photo you took
Day 10 - a photo take of you over ten years ago
Day 11 - a photo of you taken recently
Day 12 - whatever tickles your fancy
Day 13 - a fictional book
Day 14 - a non-fiction book
Day 15 - a fanfic
Day 16 - a song that makes you cry (or nearly)
Day 17 - an art piece (painting, drawing, sculpture, etc.)
Day 18 - whatever tickles your fancy
Day 19 - a talent of yours
Day 20 - a hobby of yours
Day 21 - a recipe
Day 22 - a website
Day 23 - a youtube video
Day 24 - whatever tickles your fancy
Day 25 - your day, in great detail
Day 26 - your week, in great detail
Day 27 - this month, in great detail
Day 28 - this year, in great detail
Day 29 - hopes, dreams, and plans for the next 365 days
Day 30 - whatever tickles your fancy