Stuff and a meme...

[ficwize]

* I'm late with the Recathon post. It will go up tonight. I swear it.
* I settled a case today in a 8 hour mediation. My brain is totally mush.
* I spent so much time last night getting ready for the mediation that I got no Nano done. So I'm behind, already. I must catch up tonight.

Now for the fun stuff.

I saw this on smirnoffmule's LJ.

Pick a paragraph (or any passage less than 500 words) from any fanfic I've written, and comment to this post with that selection. I will then give you a DVD commentary on that snippet: what I was thinking when I wrote it, why I wrote it in the first place, what's going on in the character's heads, why I chose certain words, what this moment means in the context of the rest of the fic, lots of awful puns, and anything else that you'd expect to find on a DVD commentary track.

Comments

[redbrunja.livejournal.com]

What is your job? Because it sounds very interesting.

[smirnoffmule.livejournal.com]

Ooh, this, from A Thousand Words, plz.

Sure, his life was a little more complicated than the average person, but the average person couldn't freeze their body and singlehandedly win a snowball fight against three opponents, one of whom was a telekinetic.

He'd ruined everything. Any idiot could see that Hank was just stunned by the fall. Bobby's ice slide had cradled him from most of the impact and he was just gasping for breath. Any idiot except Bobby, who had landed beside his best friend in the world convinced that Hank was gasping his last breath.

Humiliation colored his face as he recalled clutching Hank's shoulders and screaming for help. Hank had gasped his name, sure, but that was only to reassure him that everything was going to be all right. Instead, Bobby heard a tremulous goodbye. Time froze, no pun intended, and all Bobby could think was that Hank was going to die before he knew how Bobby really felt about him.

So he'd kissed him. It had seemed like a good idea at the time. Hank stiffened underneath him and Bobby broke the kiss with a single frozen sob, only to be hauled upright by Scott, who was staring at him in shock. Warren and Jean stood off to the side, clearly having seen everything.

"We've got to go." Scott ordered. "Now. Beast, can you walk?"

To Bobby's eternal relief, Hank had replied. "Yes." It wasn't as eloquent as Hank normally was, but Bobby didn't care.

[pargoletta.livejournal.com]

This one, from "Supplicant."

"Suicide is a mortal sin in the Christian faith." L broke the silence finally.

If Light was surprised by his comment, he gave no indication. "I know."

"Is it suicide if you set on a course of action knowing that it will end in death? Even if you do not actually take your own life?"

Light shifted, but he didn't look at L. "I would guess that it would be a matter of intent. Do you believe God sees shades of gray?"

"I don't know." L frowned. "If God is omniscient, then He or She would know the innermost workings of each person. I doubt there is any gray."

"You told me once that you believed Kira began with an honest desire to make a better world."

"Yes." L waited, certain that Light would continue without prompting.

"Even if he," Light's lips quirked, "or she, later became corrupt, would you not at least consider the possibility that Kira began in the shades between black and white?"

L shook his head slowly. "Murder is never forgivable."

"Hm." Light hummed, rolling onto his side. He ran his chained hand down L's naked side, stopping at the jut of his hip bone. "Then I suppose God would not see unintentional, but cognizant suicide, any differently than deliberate suicide." He slowly rubbed his thumb over the dip in L's side and moved close enough to press his lips to L's ear. "What has happened that you suddenly fear that Kira will win?"

L caught Light's hand and held it firmly against his hip. "This," he said, simply.



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