wip game: ginme a snippet u think iâll like, any wip, dealerâs choice, alas for i have a deep sadness in my bones today
I would like your sadness to fuck right off. đ
Not sure if it'll do the trick, but here is a snippet from chapter 10 of Marigold:
When Chrissy wakes up, she isn't on the floor anymore; she finds herself halfway up the staircase, actually, in Eddie's arms. He's carrying her bridal style, tucked snug against his warm chest, right in the thick of the smell of him. And maybe she'd be the only person to buy that scent if they bottled itâsweat weaving with sex smell and weed, and with macaroni and cheese, and with the faintest leftover hints of the beachâbut she's coming out of a good dream (about him) into a better one (actually him). Chrissy hopes she can stay this stupid about Eddie forever, and she burrows her face into his chest and takes an unabashedly deep whiff.
She feels and hears the laugh in his chest.
"And here I thought I was being so stealthy," he says, and she grins against the demonic skull on his t-shirt. There's a Dungeons and Dragons joke in there somewhere, Chrissy knows, but not enough to not get it wrong.
"You hit my butt on the bannister," she tells him instead, sleepily, voice muffled by his t-shirt fabric because she does not move her face even a little bit. "You smell good."
"Jesus, this must be love," Eddie says, and Chrissy peeps upward to see him shaking his head, but smiling. "I stink, sunshine. Totally reek. Even your mother's overpruned, stern looking ficus was rolling up its leaves to try and escape my gnarly stench."
"That plant is fake, Eddie."
"Well, fuck me, that's worse!" Eddie exclaims, and as he gets up onto the landing he shifts her weight in his arms and meets her eyes. "My stank gave it sentience, but it's turning on its creator!"
"You've watched Young Frankenstein too many times," Chrissy tells him, and then preens as he full on belly laughs. She grins, big, and then tries to bury her face in his shirt again. They've reached the end of the line, though, and so before she can, Eddie dumps her unceremoniously onto her bed. She gives him a wounded look.
"Time to scrub this rank bod," he says, ignoring her pout and instead starts striking exaggerated muscle-man poses. "You gonna send me packing when I come out smelling like Ivory?"
