What does a writer do when they hit a wall in their alternate universe WIP and a certain vampire!Aaron doesn’t roll over to get hurt as he should be?
Well, they pile the whump/angst onto Spencer and they write two more blurbs instead. *shrugs* I know, my mind is all over the place! Suppose my anxiety issues had to find an outlet somewhere, and I am not even sorry.
*evil cackle*
Now to return to the insanity that’s Shadow on the Wall (said AU)... let me drop a teaser, see if that gets me back on track.
Oh hell! The sight of Aaron feeding on the last of his bought blood in private stops Spencer dead short on approach. What? How? He's not sure what he's expected, but maybe not this? Because fuck, does vampirism look hot on Aaron! Those long pulsing veins beneath ashen white skin. The thick drops of deep red blood, which give some colour back to pale lips. Life seeping back inside Aaron, but not for long, for it can't last. The contradiction of his lover's existence is so stark that it takes Spencer a moment to catch up with why he's feeling so damned aroused. Why he is falling so hard. Why he wants more than anything to open his veins and be the source of such a beautiful creation... because to warm Aaron, to heal him? Oh, it would bring him so much pleasure!