six for sunday

[ishie]

It's ... been a while. This hasn't been a good writing year for me by any stretch of the imagination.

He bowed, his braid falling free to dangle over one shoulder. The girl's skin darkened with a fast-moving blush.

"Wait!" she cried, hurrying around the desk to pluck at the sleeve of his robes, and pressed something small and smooth into his open hand.

Reflex had his fingers grip it tightly before his brain had a chance to react. His breath caught in his throat; panic started to tighten his chest. He stepped away from her, quickly, already reeling. Her fingers were hot against his skin, almost scalding, as though she were burning inside.

"It's for luck, just, just keep it with you, please, Gatherer. Remember me."

Okay, I don't know how many that is. It isn't six! Lol counting.

Now someone hypnotize me into believing these gift fics aren't total shit so I can get them done okay thanks.

Comments

[damalur]

~~~*your gift fics are not total shit, your gift fics are not total shiiiiiiiit*~~~

Haha, six is a hard number for counting.

[ishie]

&HYPNOTOAD;

[damalur]

ALL GLORY TO THE ETC.

[laurenthemself]

It could be six something.

Lady, if I pounded out my Saturnalia pinch-hit alongside all the other stuff I wrote in November, there's no way your gift fic is gonna be worse.