WIP Wednesday
Oof, yall. YALL. My kids are finally back in school for the first time in OVER a month (thanks, perfect storm of Christmas, cold, and an actual literal storm) and my brain is just now starting to return to some shape of functional that's not just turkey sandwiches and a Grey's Anatomy binge.
But, while I haven't been writing, I have been thinking, and plotting, and turning things over enough that I think I have the rough outline for the WW2 AU I've been kicking the can on for months now. It's still quite the journey ahead, but hey. Not my first particular time at this rodeo, yknow?
When he closes his eyes in the future and summons this day, drags it from the shady, comfortable dark of his past into the warm glow of present light, he’ll taste saltwater taffy and feel the slow drip of sweat down his back underneath his starched cotton uniform shirt. He’ll hear the bright blast of trumpets swell and fade as the fingers of a long-since-rested breeze play with the tips of his hair. It’s hot. So much hotter than he thought it would be, which feels like a rather stupid thing to think in retrospect — it’s May in New York City, what exactly had he been expecting? But that was just the thing. He’d never had cause to expect much of anything. Petty Officer Henry Fox had spent his early years staring at the ocean from a quaint-if-crushingly-quiet seaside town, and the middle portion of his time on Earth staring at those same waves from the deck of a far noisier, far lonelier British battleship. This was his first chance to spend proper time in a city that he couldn’t lay any claim to — that wasn’t even on the same continent as his own. And he was already deeply regretting several of his decisions.
All my thanks to @hgejfmw-hgejhsf and @kiwiana-writes for the tags, y'all remain rockstars of consistency and I am in awe! I'm passing my tag along to everyone below the cut, as well as anyone who just wants to share what they're working on! I'm always absolutely over the wall for what y'all are working on!
