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starwarswritingalliance:
@bomberqueen17 said: gotta go to bed, it’s 10:30 here, but I got 1175 in half an hour! that was some good sprinting! :)
That’s definitely some good sprinting! I’d love to see an excerpt if you want to put it out there! :D
Rereading the next morning what you wrote right before bed is always such a good time.
I’m giving myself indulgent permission to write until I hit an ending for the Found Cat A/U I started posting the other day, so this is some of that.
“C’mon in,” Poe said to Finn, and Finn had already decided he would, so it wasn’t hard to get himself over the threshold. “How is your cooking project going?”
Finn had decided to master the making of every kind of fried egg, and had mentioned this to Poe at some point. “Oh,” he said, “I discovered that my favorite is sunny-side-up so I’ve just been making those until I get them absolutely perfect.”
Poe laughed. “That’s a good idea,” he said. “You’ll make someone an ideal husband someday, with a mastery of a skill like that.”
Finn paused, right there in the middle of Poe’s living room, and pondered that. He had literally never thought of himself as ever being anyone’s husband. Poe kept walking, but after a moment reversed back out of the kitchen, and turned to look worriedly at Finn.
“I didn’t say something offensive, did I?” he asked.
Finn shook his head slowly. “No,” he said. “I just— it had never crossed my mind that I could ever marry somebody. But that’s a thing people do.”
“It is,” Poe said, and his expression was that kind of soft and gentle it sometimes went when Finn said something really odd.
“God,” Finn said, “that was a weird thing to say, I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be,” Poe said, “Finn, don’t be sorry.”
“I just,” Finn said, “I don’t always think of myself as a person.”
starwarswritingalliance:
@bomberqueen17 said: gotta go to bed, it’s 10:30 here, but I got 1175 in half an hour! that was some good sprinting! :)
That’s definitely some good sprinting! I’d love to see an excerpt if you want to put it out there! :D
Rereading the next morning what you wrote right before bed is always such a good time.
I’m giving myself indulgent permission to write until I hit an ending for the Found Cat A/U I started posting the other day, so this is some of that.
“C’mon in,” Poe said to Finn, and Finn had already decided he would, so it wasn’t hard to get himself over the threshold. “How is your cooking project going?”
Finn had decided to master the making of every kind of fried egg, and had mentioned this to Poe at some point. “Oh,” he said, “I discovered that my favorite is sunny-side-up so I’ve just been making those until I get them absolutely perfect.”
Poe laughed. “That’s a good idea,” he said. “You’ll make someone an ideal husband someday, with a mastery of a skill like that.”
Finn paused, right there in the middle of Poe’s living room, and pondered that. He had literally never thought of himself as ever being anyone’s husband. Poe kept walking, but after a moment reversed back out of the kitchen, and turned to look worriedly at Finn.
“I didn’t say something offensive, did I?” he asked.
Finn shook his head slowly. “No,” he said. “I just— it had never crossed my mind that I could ever marry somebody. But that’s a thing people do.”
“It is,” Poe said, and his expression was that kind of soft and gentle it sometimes went when Finn said something really odd.
“God,” Finn said, “that was a weird thing to say, I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be,” Poe said, “Finn, don’t be sorry.”
“I just,” Finn said, “I don’t always think of myself as a person.”
