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Off To Milan!
Sep. 1st, 2011 11:33 pmI am not writing fanfiction for the first time in ages.
I am definitely not writing RPS.
I am absolutely, positively not writing that story where Marko Marin is working for an international crime syndicate and Denni Avdic kidnaps him so he can lead him to his boss. That would just be silly.
Actually, all that is true. I've been working on it, but right now I'm a bit stuck - I'm in that place where I know everything that is going to happen to my characters for the next several pages, but I can't quite figure out how to get them out of one room and into another. Very frustrating. On the bright side, Marko Marin is pretty much the most adorable kidnap victim ever.
“Sorry,” Marko said. He fiddled with the cap of his water bottle. He felt sorry for Denni. It was probably a sign of impending Stockholm Syndrome, feeling bad for a man who was dragging him to Spain like this, but it was hard to be properly afraid of him when the worst he’d done was call Marko names, and even harder when he sitting there turning a delicate green and moaning quietly to himself.
“If you like, I could rub your stomach,” Marko said.
“What,” Denni said flatly. He mustered up a sickly-looking glare. “No, seriously, what.”
“Um,” he said. “Mesut did it for me once when we took the ferry and I got seasick and it made me feel a lot better. I don’t – I just thought –”
“Please stop talking,” Denni snarled. The last time he had sounded that irritated he shot one of Mou’s flunkies in the leg. He twisted around until he was burrowed too deep in his nest of boxes for Marko to see him. The snoring that resonated from his corner a few moments later was obviously feigned, but Marko accepted it as a sign that conversation for the day was over.
I am definitely not writing RPS.
I am absolutely, positively not writing that story where Marko Marin is working for an international crime syndicate and Denni Avdic kidnaps him so he can lead him to his boss. That would just be silly.
Actually, all that is true. I've been working on it, but right now I'm a bit stuck - I'm in that place where I know everything that is going to happen to my characters for the next several pages, but I can't quite figure out how to get them out of one room and into another. Very frustrating. On the bright side, Marko Marin is pretty much the most adorable kidnap victim ever.
“Sorry,” Marko said. He fiddled with the cap of his water bottle. He felt sorry for Denni. It was probably a sign of impending Stockholm Syndrome, feeling bad for a man who was dragging him to Spain like this, but it was hard to be properly afraid of him when the worst he’d done was call Marko names, and even harder when he sitting there turning a delicate green and moaning quietly to himself.
“If you like, I could rub your stomach,” Marko said.
“What,” Denni said flatly. He mustered up a sickly-looking glare. “No, seriously, what.”
“Um,” he said. “Mesut did it for me once when we took the ferry and I got seasick and it made me feel a lot better. I don’t – I just thought –”
“Please stop talking,” Denni snarled. The last time he had sounded that irritated he shot one of Mou’s flunkies in the leg. He twisted around until he was burrowed too deep in his nest of boxes for Marko to see him. The snoring that resonated from his corner a few moments later was obviously feigned, but Marko accepted it as a sign that conversation for the day was over.