Rules: Post the first sentence of your latest 10 fanfics, then tag 10 people.
Tagged by @kadharonon , gleefully!!!
Here are the first sentences of my last ten posted fics, from most recent to least.
(Expanding "fic" to mean all fiction since I am STRONGLY in the "everything is fic" camp and I've been locked onto @tockthegnome volume 1 since March, so.)
"So," Hob gasped, sighing happily in his breathlessness as he flopped down beside Rue again, ".....how - how many proposals were there, before me? Many, I think the Lady Featherfowl said?"
My dear Vorn, Augh, okay, this is probably gonna be a short one again as tomorrow is gonna be a much more dramatic than I expected, one way or another and I better get to sleep.
Dear Vorn, OKAY things have gotten complicated. I hope you're well, and well on your way back to us, but you might find us on a mad goose chase.
It was bedtime, after all, again. And she couldn't help it - she knew the others would probably be irritated, but Rosey Gerdy was humming as she set out her bedroll and left things ready for herself to lay down after her and Syl's watch.
Ka'thagg woke with a start, their dream like a vision.
Eleanore sighed as she closed up shop for the day, stepping out into the streets of her community instead of retiring home, upstairs.
Rosey Gerdy spat blood onto the shrine's floor, reaching with shaking hands for her pouch of healing mushrooms, trying desperately to stifle a manic giggle (probably not unlike Tasha's Hideous Laughter, as much as she once tried to imitate that on purpose).
GODS and fey beyond, it had been a long day. Again.
Day one: My dear Vorn, As I'm writing this, I am trying to picture you safe and sound and happily protecting the crew.
It was a mistaken name and coldness, then the unlikely chance of getting placed together for a hunt - and a sparked, then lost, connection in the woods.
(fic available here. context on the Tock content here.)
Tagging: @that-old-chestnut , @anonthenullifier , @savagegardenmemes , @the-vagabond-tabby 💗 No pressure ever.
