kaydeefalls | writing snippet meme

And, what the hey, have a meme.

1. Go to page 77 (or 7) of your current ms.
2. Go to line 7
3. Copy down the next 7 lines – sentences or paragraphs – and post them as they’re written.

Hilariously, Queen's Gambit currently stands (or sits heavily, given my lack of free time of late) at 115 pages in gdocs, but if I played by the rules, page 77 falls in a part that's already been posted, so that's no fun. So I'll go with page 7 of the current WIP chapter. Which...huh, turned out to be kind of an important shippy moment. And out of context, this could be pretty much any random modern!AU.

Raven giggles helplessly, pressing her face into Angel's shoulder and totally losing the beat. It's okay, though; Angel's arms slip around her waist supportively, and they're all laughing, even Alex, and it's almost like they're still friends.

The song changes to something harsh at the edges, techno-punk-bullshit, and Sean curses and darts off to reclaim his beloved jukebox. The rest of them drop off the dance floor, overheated and drunk and sloppy, and Raven can't think of a compelling reason to let go of Angel, so she doesn't.

"I need another drink," Alex says, and "something cold," Hank adds fervently, and Angel pulls back a bit and mentions something about needing to visit the little girls' room.

"Yeah," Raven says, "me, too."

The place is too small to have stalls, just a single restroom, so Raven waits outside while Angel goes in first. The beat from the shitty music thrums in her bones, vibrating under her skin, flushed and buzzing and scalpel sharp, and when Angel cracks the door open again, Raven slips in like an incision, swift and sure.

Angel presses her back against the cool tile wall and kisses her like she's winning something, like she's won, and for once, Raven is content to be trapped within her own skin. She slips her hands up the back of Angel's halter top, luxuriating in the silky-smooth skin beneath her palms, and gratefully swallows Angel's purring sigh. She traces the fairy wings tattooed across Angel's shoulder blades and imagines she can feel the ink etched across her skin.

"You make me feel like I'm flying," Angel whispers breathlessly against Raven's lips, and maybe they are.