24 December 2020
Dec. 24th, 2020 10:59 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
morgynleriI need to feed the cats and feed me and the rest of the morning routine, but the bed is made, at least. Neighbors are asshats with too-loud music that has a bass that reaches me and throbs like it's trying to be a heartbeat, one that doesn't match mine and tends to disrupt mine if I don't find a white noise to drown it out.
It's overcast and gray and windy outside, and I'm glad not to have to go out at any point.
I did get words yesterday! A couple bits for a Magnificent Seven AU, Seven Legends. Figuring out what and how much to snippet is a bit of an issue, but here, let's try this bit.
Vin has blood on his teeth and face and bare chest, carefully flexing his joints as he makes sure all his joints are back where they belong. He'll worry about clothes after he's cleaned up.
Chris is already wrapped in a blanket, huddled almost on top of the fire Josiah had built up, staring blankly as his body struggles to remember what being warm is. There are still scales glittering around his eyes, red and black, and the blanket has holes where the talons that haven't yet retreated to nails have pierced it.
Ezra is nearly as close to the fire as Chris, eyes still slit-pupiled and more gold than green. He's dressed in what remains of his shirt, trousers that are slightly less ragged, and wrapped in another blanket. His boots will wait until he's not likely to stumble over his own feet.
It's overcast and gray and windy outside, and I'm glad not to have to go out at any point.
I did get words yesterday! A couple bits for a Magnificent Seven AU, Seven Legends. Figuring out what and how much to snippet is a bit of an issue, but here, let's try this bit.
Vin has blood on his teeth and face and bare chest, carefully flexing his joints as he makes sure all his joints are back where they belong. He'll worry about clothes after he's cleaned up.
Chris is already wrapped in a blanket, huddled almost on top of the fire Josiah had built up, staring blankly as his body struggles to remember what being warm is. There are still scales glittering around his eyes, red and black, and the blanket has holes where the talons that haven't yet retreated to nails have pierced it.
Ezra is nearly as close to the fire as Chris, eyes still slit-pupiled and more gold than green. He's dressed in what remains of his shirt, trousers that are slightly less ragged, and wrapped in another blanket. His boots will wait until he's not likely to stumble over his own feet.