“I don’t—” Pete makes a little frustrated sound, shaking his head. “I don’t know.”
“Yes you do,” Patrick says. “Give me the words, Pete. Just like always. This is no different.”
Gerard feels their hands, entwined and resting on his skin. He would move to the side, but neither Pete nor Patrick seem inclined to let him go and something inside him is whispering not yet, not yet, not yet.
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so, I've just copy-pasted what he have so far into a word file and it's over 1600 words \o/ Definitely worth finishing. The beginning obviously needs some work too, but let's see where it goes first.
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on 2008-04-05 12:26 am (UTC)“Yes you do,” Patrick says. “Give me the words, Pete. Just like always. This is no different.”
Gerard feels their hands, entwined and resting on his skin. He would move to the side, but neither Pete nor Patrick seem inclined to let him go and something inside him is whispering not yet, not yet, not yet.
***
so, I've just copy-pasted what he have so far into a word file and it's over 1600 words \o/ Definitely worth finishing. The beginning obviously needs some work too, but let's see where it goes first.