May 16th
00:40
00:40
May 11th
23:37
23:37
03:23
If I Were a Painter, I Would Paint a Reverie, ch. 4 in the Lewis ficlet series.
James wandered through the quiet rooms and halls of the Ashmolean, the museum they’d spent so much time in these last few days, smiling a little as he passed The Hunt in the Forest. A rush of fondness passed through him, remembering the way he and Lewis had sat together on that bench, bodies aligned from shoulder to knee, staring at the hunters disappearing into the woods, into a darkness that neither understood for the longest time.
Hathaway moved along and stopped in his tracks when his eyes fells on the Rive des Esclavons by J. M. W. Turner, which had always been a favourite of his. He singled out a bench across from it and sat down, flicking open the sketchbook he’d been carrying under his arm and taking out a small etui containing pencils in various grades. Mapping out the painting with his eyes, his long, pale fingers traced the paper in anticipation of the world the charcoal was going to create at his bidding. Drawing wasn’t as prominent in his life as his music or reading, but he liked practising now and then, liked the way shapes only existing in his head translated to movements of his hands, the way it felt similar to when he played his guitar, and yet completely different.
May 6th
17:34
17:34
'The Plan,' chapter 3 of my Lewis ficlet series, is now up!
“Something the matter, sir?” James’ question shook him from his thoughts, and it was only then that he realised he’d kept staring at his partner for no apparent reason.
“What? Oh, no, nothing, just zoning out,” Robbie quickly answered. Hathaway hummed in reply and was about to go back to reading and occasionally taking notes when Lewis thought, ‘Oh, hell, why ever not,’ and cleared his throat. “Actually, James, there is.”
“Oh.” James voice had taken on that tone, the tone that wasn’t really a tone because it was trying very hard not to be there and not to give away how much he thought he wasn’t going to like what he would hear next.
“It’s about that festival you were at, the one you missed almost completely ‘cause you had to come back for the case, and all… and, well, I thought maybe you’d like to take a weekend off some time and go see another one of those bands you like.”
“Oh.” Now, that was definitely a tone, somewhere between flummoxed and hit by a lorry.
11:18
Finished another Lewis ficlet based on one of Ch.’s prompts, but ff.net has trouble uploading again, so you lot will have to wait :P
May 2nd
23:46
23:46
2nd chapter, ‘At Night,’ is now up in the series!
:)
23:24
Will add ‘At Night’ to the series in a minute, need to have it approved first ;)
23:22
'The Series of Moments,' a series of Lewis/Hathaway ficlets, based on prompts received from justfillinginfortheskull, written by Yours Truly.
Robbie nearly stopped breathing. He hadn’t signed up for this. He really hadn’t.
13:37
Ch. sent me a text with a lovely Lewis ficlet idea earlier. Am now writing it, to send it to her before I have to go to uni later.
April 1st
20:26
20:26
I was cooking pasta earlier, and just when my mum came into the kitchen, I started giggling about the fanfic I’m writing today…
Mum: Are you off in your head, thinking about silly things again?
Me, on the outside:
Why, yes, I might, actually. A bit.
Me, on the inside: LOL NO MUM GETTING TWO DETECTIVES WHO’VE BEEN GIVING EACH OTHER LONGING GLANCES FOR MANY SERIES TO FINALLY GIVE IT UP AND JUST SHAG IS SERIOUS BUSINESS. SERIOUS BUSINESS, I TELL YOU!
