I saw this like a hundred years ago in some blogs and seemed fun but it got lost in my drafts, I just found it again so Iām doing it.Ā
Rules: List the first line(s) of your last twenty stories. See if you find any patterns. Tag ten authors to pass it along.
I donāt remember who has done it but anyway. I tag: @lightwormsiblings , @astudyinfic ,Ā @sandalwoodmalecs ,Ā @alittlebriton ,Ā @unrestrainedlyexcessive and @thattrainssailed, and pretty much whoever wants to do it.
There is no pain, or not in the conventional way he should feel it. Since too long ago pain became a constant in his life, handling it as easy as breathing.
Viktor is tired, extremely, it has been weeks of shooting nonstop. As soon as production calls it a wrap, Viktor is buying a plane ticket to Tokyo. His suitcase is ready and waiting for him in his apartment. His flight departs in five hours so heās gotten enough time to go back to his apartment, take a shower, eat something and take a nap before leaving. Ā
When they are on the first stages of their relationship Yuuri is still jittery around Viktor and shy of showing physical affection in public. Time, cohabitation, plus hours and hours of training together help to change that.
Yakov is outside of the ice rink. He watches his students and makes sure they do what they have to do and they donāt what they must not.
The knock on the door almost makes Alec flinch. Almost.
Alec stormed out of the loft, fury clouding any reasoning. It wasnāt until he stepped out of the building and the cold air of the night hit him in the face that Alec realized he hadnāt taken anything with him but his cell phone. Not even his wallet.
Itās the second night Magnus spends without his magic.
Alexander Lightwood and Magnus Bane were two of the most respectable researchers of their time. They dedicated their lives entirely to their careers. Both were botanical researchers. There werenāt that many scientists in the field in England as you would think.
Alec sighs and pinches the bridge of his nose with his thumb and middle finger. A finger that he wishes so badly to show at his father right now, despite the respect he still has left for him.
Magnus had never expected to become friends with Aphroditeās offsprings. Isabelle was delightful but they were never close enough to be considered friends. And Alec? Well, he had already told that story.
Magnus doesnāt realize it at first.
Alec has a soft spot for his siblings but for everyone is obvious that Izzy is his adoration, itās not something that he bothers to hide.
Itās a night, not very different from others when Alec realizes it.
Magnus rested his elbows on the rail and observed the Veil Nebula. It always made him feel better. Its immensity was a haven. Its colors; blue, magenta and a hundred of hues more Magnusā human eyes couldnāt discern. The parts they intertwined and the parts that split, brought him peace.
Alec days at the cafĆ© are mostly filled with teenagers, groups of talkative old women and the occasional white-collar worker. Itās not like he wants to socialize āat allā, however, after three years working there it has turnedā¦ dull.
It was late at night when Magnus crossed the portal and stepped into the loft.
All Alec could hear at that moment was a whistling sound, similar to a vital sign monitor indicating someoneās life has ended.
Alec was pulling arrows out of the aligned targets and picking up some others scattered on the grass that didnāt hit it. The giggles of a group of girls playing flew with the warm breeze across the archery field along with the faint sound of a bowrider engine becoming louder as it came closer
Children usually preferred one parent or the other, thatās what Magnus had heard.
Itās the first time Viktor sees him. Well, it should be better to say that itās the first time Viktor actually pays him attention.
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