I am the kind of person who always has a ton of unfinished fic projects. Some are fairly new, some -- not so much. Every once in a while I go through my fic folder, and try to finish some WIPs that got abandoned somewhere on the way. Now seems to be the time to do this again, but I have tons of trouble mustering up any fandom motivation. I thought
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Logan is made of glass.
(Of broken lamps and broken mirrors, beautiful colors and sharp edges. Veronica likes to pick up the pieces to look at lights dancing on them. Sometimes she swears the light goes right through them.
It goes right through Logan, and makes him transparent.)
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“Show me how it was done in 1864,” she asks him once when they're in his bedroom, and Damon lets out a sharp laugh.
“Oh, come on, like you don't want to.”
“Why do you want to? If I knew you had an antebellum fetish, I would've done my hair differently.”
“I'm curious,” says Elena simply, and Damon holds her gaze.
“You want to know how it felt?” he asks mockingly.
“No. I want to know if you remember.”
It feels like something shifted in the room, and for a second Elena thinks that this was too much to ask, but when she gets up to leave, Damon is in front of her in a flash.
She expects him to ask more questions, to make it into a roleplay; she wouldn't even be surprised if he called her Katherine, but that's not what Damon does. Instead, he takes her hand in his and smiles softly.
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PUBLIC SEX ON HOTEL BALCONIES!!!!!!!
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Maybe I should rewatch 3x19 while sobbing and eating ice cream, and then try to finish this.
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IT WOULD HAVE BEEN HOT AND PERFECT.
I support you finishing this tonight :DDDD
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