May 11th excerpt:
Rumsfeld nosed at Sam’s jacket then whined at the dark splotch that covered one arm, tenderly licking the tiny limb.
“It’s okay,” Sam promised. “It’s not my blood. I just didn’t get a chance to change my jacket.”
May 11th excerpt:
Rumsfeld nosed at Sam’s jacket then whined at the dark splotch that covered one arm, tenderly licking the tiny limb.
“It’s okay,” Sam promised. “It’s not my blood. I just didn’t get a chance to change my jacket.”
January 21st excerpt:
Sam hummed thoughtfully as he tore the wrapper in half, breaking off a small piece of the granola bar to hold up for Stan.
Seeing the offered food, Stan reached out to take it from the massive fingers belonging to Sam. His armpits over the edge of the pocket held him in place as he nibbled, grateful for the snack as it seemed that they wouldn’t be stopping for a while. If there was one thing Stan knew, it was when a long car ride was imminent.
Since prompts are going slow due to us writing them out into entire stories, *cough, BL, cough,* we’re going to start doing excerpts from the story to keep you all updated on how it’s going! Send in asks if you get any ideas, we love to hear them! After all, where would BL be without prompts to inspire it?
The excerpts will post on most days, but work has been bogging us both down so we may miss a day here or there.