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bauble I have stolen this meme to post three sentences from three WIPs. Only they made it excerpts and that is clearly the cleverer thing to do because three sentences is nothing! It would just be random gobbledy-gook! I used to never do these memes because I used to never have more than one WIP but now my life is a mess and I have so many WIPs that I HAD TO CHOOSE WHICH ONES TO PULL SENTENCES FROM what is my life.
From the Inceptionlock sequel:
“Hi,” said Arthur, when the woman opened the door, and smiled his best I-charm-old-ladies smile. Eames loved that smile because its inverse was Arthur’s I-have-no-problem-shooting-your-kneecap smile.
The woman was not charmed by Arthur’s smile. “Who are you?” she asked bluntly.
“I’m Arthur,” said Arthur, “and this is Eames.”
The woman’s eyes narrowed. “You look familiar.”
“We’ve worked with Sherlock before,” Eames contributed helpfully.
The woman was still studying Arthur, narrow-eyed.
Arthur cleared his throat uncomfortably.
The woman said, “You’re clients?”
“Sort of,” said Arthur.
“Colleagues,” said Eames.
“Sherlock? Colleagues?” The woman looked intrigued by this.
From an Oliver story I'm working on:
“Oliver needs to go to school this autumn,” John said, without preamble.
Sherlock startled badly and then fixed John with a glare. “Can we possibly save this for a time when we’re not chasing criminals?” he asked, keeping his voice low and gesturing to the bank for emphasis.
“No,” said John, “because you are going to contrive to have us constantly be chasing criminals until Oliver is eighteen years old, and then you’ll say, ‘Oh, we never did send him off to school, did we? Oh, well, he did just fine.’”
From an Inception academia AU:
The man smiled at him cheekily and leaned forward and said, “You’re keeping a lot of brilliant thoughts locked up in that head of yours. Someday I look forward to extracting them.”
“How?” asked Arthur stupidly, distracted by the man’s proximity, by the fact that his eyes were an indeterminate color and that was ridiculous, everyone had an eye color, no one had a “choose your own adventure” eye color.
“Keep up, love, I’m devastatingly charming. Haven’t you noticed?”
“Not so far, no,” said Arthur honestly, because, frankly, the only charm the man had had to exert was in the fact that Arthur liked men with muscled frames and British accents.
bauble I have stolen this meme to post three sentences from three WIPs. Only they made it excerpts and that is clearly the cleverer thing to do because three sentences is nothing! It would just be random gobbledy-gook! I used to never do these memes because I used to never have more than one WIP but now my life is a mess and I have so many WIPs that I HAD TO CHOOSE WHICH ONES TO PULL SENTENCES FROM what is my life. From the Inceptionlock sequel:
“Hi,” said Arthur, when the woman opened the door, and smiled his best I-charm-old-ladies smile. Eames loved that smile because its inverse was Arthur’s I-have-no-problem-shooting-your-kneecap smile.
The woman was not charmed by Arthur’s smile. “Who are you?” she asked bluntly.
“I’m Arthur,” said Arthur, “and this is Eames.”
The woman’s eyes narrowed. “You look familiar.”
“We’ve worked with Sherlock before,” Eames contributed helpfully.
The woman was still studying Arthur, narrow-eyed.
Arthur cleared his throat uncomfortably.
The woman said, “You’re clients?”
“Sort of,” said Arthur.
“Colleagues,” said Eames.
“Sherlock? Colleagues?” The woman looked intrigued by this.
From an Oliver story I'm working on:
“Oliver needs to go to school this autumn,” John said, without preamble.
Sherlock startled badly and then fixed John with a glare. “Can we possibly save this for a time when we’re not chasing criminals?” he asked, keeping his voice low and gesturing to the bank for emphasis.
“No,” said John, “because you are going to contrive to have us constantly be chasing criminals until Oliver is eighteen years old, and then you’ll say, ‘Oh, we never did send him off to school, did we? Oh, well, he did just fine.’”
From an Inception academia AU:
The man smiled at him cheekily and leaned forward and said, “You’re keeping a lot of brilliant thoughts locked up in that head of yours. Someday I look forward to extracting them.”
“How?” asked Arthur stupidly, distracted by the man’s proximity, by the fact that his eyes were an indeterminate color and that was ridiculous, everyone had an eye color, no one had a “choose your own adventure” eye color.
“Keep up, love, I’m devastatingly charming. Haven’t you noticed?”
“Not so far, no,” said Arthur honestly, because, frankly, the only charm the man had had to exert was in the fact that Arthur liked men with muscled frames and British accents.
