what is this madness?
Ok, I didn't finish my Stats homework until 10:30 pm!! AUGH.
And then I started an RPS AU (possible amnesia!fic, I know, I am sheep, baaaaa!) and I actually am semi-pleased with it.
There were moments in the quiet space between awake and asleep that stood out in his memory. Every morning when he woke, he caught these moments in short, sharp flashes across his eyes. They’d bleed into the blank tv screen or fuse with the blinds on the window, white lines of sunlight cutting up the side of a man’s face and the small curve of a smile at the corner of lips.
The man wasn’t a stranger, but he couldn’t place the half-face or give him a name. Nothing came to mind but a blank, white space. Something had always been wrong with his memory, he knew that much. Certain parts of his life felt like they were missing. Little pieces here and there, but nothing that seemed to mess with the whole. He eventually stopped pushing his family for information when he found that they were far too uncomfortable to talk about it; he figured if it was that bad, he was better off not knowing the whole picture.
When Jensen woke up this particular morning, though, there were no flashes of forgotten memories. He opened his eyes and saw the white ceiling above him, a faint glow seeping in from behind the blinds. He reached over the side of the bed and grabbed his cell phone, noting the time. His internal clock had woken him up an hour early. Jensen could never go back to sleep after he was awake. He scrubbed a hand over his face and blew air through his fingers before he slid out from underneath the comforter and walked the short distance to the bathroom to start his morning ritual.
The tiles were cold and Jensen’s feet were freezing. He wriggled his toes to warm them up, and looked at himself in the mirror. Faint, gray shadows hung beneath his eyes. “Time to wake up,” he said to his pale reflection, barely there in the early morning light.
...and that's it! DON'T JUDGE. Just joking, heh. I've just always wanted to say that. /dork
So. The Sam/Dean is on the backburner, for now. Not too happy with that one.
Why can't they just be BOYS and write themselves, pushing each other and making lewd jokes and over-compensating (unnecessarily) to protect their ego (and pride) by being overly-macho and prank-calling and wet-willying(sp?) and then, eventually, teasing and one-upping and SEXING.
Yeah. Sexing would be nice.
eta: I'm writing evil!Sam when I should be in bed.
And then I started an RPS AU (possible amnesia!fic, I know, I am sheep, baaaaa!) and I actually am semi-pleased with it.
There were moments in the quiet space between awake and asleep that stood out in his memory. Every morning when he woke, he caught these moments in short, sharp flashes across his eyes. They’d bleed into the blank tv screen or fuse with the blinds on the window, white lines of sunlight cutting up the side of a man’s face and the small curve of a smile at the corner of lips.
The man wasn’t a stranger, but he couldn’t place the half-face or give him a name. Nothing came to mind but a blank, white space. Something had always been wrong with his memory, he knew that much. Certain parts of his life felt like they were missing. Little pieces here and there, but nothing that seemed to mess with the whole. He eventually stopped pushing his family for information when he found that they were far too uncomfortable to talk about it; he figured if it was that bad, he was better off not knowing the whole picture.
When Jensen woke up this particular morning, though, there were no flashes of forgotten memories. He opened his eyes and saw the white ceiling above him, a faint glow seeping in from behind the blinds. He reached over the side of the bed and grabbed his cell phone, noting the time. His internal clock had woken him up an hour early. Jensen could never go back to sleep after he was awake. He scrubbed a hand over his face and blew air through his fingers before he slid out from underneath the comforter and walked the short distance to the bathroom to start his morning ritual.
The tiles were cold and Jensen’s feet were freezing. He wriggled his toes to warm them up, and looked at himself in the mirror. Faint, gray shadows hung beneath his eyes. “Time to wake up,” he said to his pale reflection, barely there in the early morning light.
...and that's it! DON'T JUDGE. Just joking, heh. I've just always wanted to say that. /dork
So. The Sam/Dean is on the backburner, for now. Not too happy with that one.
Why can't they just be BOYS and write themselves, pushing each other and making lewd jokes and over-compensating (unnecessarily) to protect their ego (and pride) by being overly-macho and prank-calling and wet-willying(sp?) and then, eventually, teasing and one-upping and SEXING.
Yeah. Sexing would be nice.
eta: I'm writing evil!Sam when I should be in bed.