Status Report: Week Twenty-Three

SUCCESS!

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Subjects: 07-Ghost, EPIC SINGING ROBOTS, Yuletide, Secret Santa

Excerpt: He wakes hungry.

There is a line of ice down his arm that's so cold it burns; when he opens his eyes its twisted under him, the fingers twisted into claws. In the back of his head, an angry voice is murmuring.

He's hungry. His belly growls and when he breathes he can smell something impossibly good, something that even the restless voice pauses for. It takes effort to swallow. He moves and bumps against something small and warm and curled against his side, and his breath is sour with wanting. His arm aches, his belly aches, his head--

"Frau," the small warm thing beside him says, in a voice that is slurred and rich with sleep.

And he remembers.

Thoughts: I am getting really bad at posting these on time, sob. XD It has been a mostly slow week--I hadn't actually realized Yuletide was due tomorrow (... today ...); I thought I'd have till Wednesday! BUT NO. So that was the big crunch, but as I suspected, once I actually got started on it, everything went pretty smoothly. \o/ ALSO FOR ONCE I WROTE SOMETHING PORNY. This is an amazing development! Possibly it is one I will try to cultivate, only when I write porn I start getting really spastic. enough_space was the victim of it, this time. :( I still had fun even though it is not something I ship, either, which is part of the humor of the situation, for me, AND MAYBE I CAN PULL IT OFF AGAIN!

man there is so much of everything more I want to do, but for now! I SLEEP.