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I've been in a funk lately. I've been working on things, slowly but surely, but I haven't really felt like anything I've written clicked at all. I feel like it's all disposable, which is a dangerous feeling when you're writing. Earlier, randomly, I checked my 'media' filter and found this prompt at ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
we_are_cities. It reminded me of some of the architects, most specifically Derek and Amelia, but I think I'll get in something with William and a random girl later. So um, yes. I wrote Architect smut. I wrote HET Architect smut. What? Just a messy shorthand of realization, scribbled electronically, unchanged. This is pre the story, but it helps to establish their relationship as it is. Or something.
( Sometimes we fuck alone, too, despite two bodies sharing one space. )
I have to get up at 7am on a holiday because the people are coming to upgrade my parents' alarm system and need to be able to get to the window contacts. Lame.
we_are_cities. It reminded me of some of the architects, most specifically Derek and Amelia, but I think I'll get in something with William and a random girl later. So um, yes. I wrote Architect smut. I wrote HET Architect smut. What? Just a messy shorthand of realization, scribbled electronically, unchanged. This is pre the story, but it helps to establish their relationship as it is. Or something. ( Sometimes we fuck alone, too, despite two bodies sharing one space. )
I have to get up at 7am on a holiday because the people are coming to upgrade my parents' alarm system and need to be able to get to the window contacts. Lame.
