I blame the evil twin for every last bit of fluff here, too. And the weather. It's still freakin' snowing.
I still fail on feedback type things. ._. Between school and work and actually writing, about all I have time for is to read comments, bask in the glow, and then rush off to the next crisis. But the glow is the important part, right? Right? Right?
In Good Company
FMA. Hughes/Roy. G. 300 words.
Hughes and Roy and too much snow.
( Read me. )
Things Fade
FF7. Cid/Vincent. R. 300 words.
He supposes that's what makes him so hungry for it.
( Read me. )
I still fail on feedback type things. ._. Between school and work and actually writing, about all I have time for is to read comments, bask in the glow, and then rush off to the next crisis. But the glow is the important part, right? Right? Right?
In Good Company
FMA. Hughes/Roy. G. 300 words.
Hughes and Roy and too much snow.
( Read me. )
Things Fade
FF7. Cid/Vincent. R. 300 words.
He supposes that's what makes him so hungry for it.
( Read me. )