Six Sentence Sunday

[tiggymalvern]

So that Gundam Wing fic I started back in (checks) 2003 and then abandoned when I got distracted by shiny new fandoms - it’s gone from 14,000 words to 21,500 in the last two weeks. It seems there’s a reason I keep hold of every WIP and idea that never made it, religiously transferring them across hard drives each time I get a new machine.


“Sleep okay?” I asked. There was a hell of a lot more I wanted to know, but it seemed the safe place to start.

“Yeah.” Heero was gonna say that either way, but he did look better. He still needed a shower, and maybe a shave (though to be honest, the stubble kinda worked for him), and to fix some shit with his hair, but he looked like a guy who’d just dragged his ass out of bed and less like a ghost.

“You have bad taste in coffee,” he said, frowning at the packet, but he spooned it into the machine anyways.

“Well, sure, I’m an L2 brat,” I said, flashing a grin. “Not likely I’d be drinking the same stuff as Relena’s people, huh?”

Yeah, I dropped her name to see what reaction I’d get. Course I did.


And no, I was never going to be able to keep Duo Maxwell to only six sentences!