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aleathielOut of interest, I just pasted into a list the first sentences of the most recent 20 fics posted in my fic journal.
The 1st is an unfinished fic and then they go in reverse order.
Sean made wishes with his fingertips.
The sun was burning hot on the Trojan sands but inside the temple it was cool.
The muscles in Patroclus’s arms were strained taut and quivering as he climaxed deep inside his lover.
Liv is Orlando’s princess and Viggo is Orlando’s king.
The fort came alive before dawn, the sounds of the animals and the men filtering in through the small windows of Orlando’s sleeping chamber before the soft rays of the sun illuminated the painted walls.
When Orlando went back inside, Eric was nowhere to be seen, but Sean had returned.
“Oh yeah…oh like that…”
She was in Boston when she saw them.
They rode from Luguvalium at dawn, heading east along the North Road.
When Orlando confronted Viggo he hung his head, ashamed.
Elijah isn’t seething
Shox comes around to the bar after the performance and lets the tide of appreciation swell over and around him.
Eric slammed the door on his way in and it made the whole trailer shake.
Elijah spread the drawings out on the table.
There are bits of paper on the floor and a guitar in the corner.
The afternoon light is gentle on the walls of Valletta.
"So, do you want to meet Johnny?"
Paris will stand on the tower above the Scaean Gate and watch the blood well up from the graze on his hand.
He knows they’re in the cabin.
The slip-slide of sweaty skin on sweaty skin makes Will groan.
Hector’s eyes are locked with Paris’s as he crosses the room.
What are yours?
The 1st is an unfinished fic and then they go in reverse order.
Sean made wishes with his fingertips.
The sun was burning hot on the Trojan sands but inside the temple it was cool.
The muscles in Patroclus’s arms were strained taut and quivering as he climaxed deep inside his lover.
Liv is Orlando’s princess and Viggo is Orlando’s king.
The fort came alive before dawn, the sounds of the animals and the men filtering in through the small windows of Orlando’s sleeping chamber before the soft rays of the sun illuminated the painted walls.
When Orlando went back inside, Eric was nowhere to be seen, but Sean had returned.
“Oh yeah…oh like that…”
She was in Boston when she saw them.
They rode from Luguvalium at dawn, heading east along the North Road.
When Orlando confronted Viggo he hung his head, ashamed.
Elijah isn’t seething
Shox comes around to the bar after the performance and lets the tide of appreciation swell over and around him.
Eric slammed the door on his way in and it made the whole trailer shake.
Elijah spread the drawings out on the table.
There are bits of paper on the floor and a guitar in the corner.
The afternoon light is gentle on the walls of Valletta.
"So, do you want to meet Johnny?"
Paris will stand on the tower above the Scaean Gate and watch the blood well up from the graze on his hand.
He knows they’re in the cabin.
The slip-slide of sweaty skin on sweaty skin makes Will groan.
Hector’s eyes are locked with Paris’s as he crosses the room.
What are yours?
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Date: 2004-05-28 06:48 am (UTC)I COULD write other pairings...I just don't want to....
....yet....