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asphaltcowgrrlTitle: Perils of Living with a Writer, 2014 A to Z challenge at ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
1_million_words
Pairing: Travis Murphy/Ethan McDowell, both original characters
Rating: D for absolutely dorky. Just like me.
Word Count: 393
Author's Note: The boys' story starts here, if you are so inclined.
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“Mary’s mother maligned Marge’s monster mango.”
“What the hell are you even saying, Travis?” Ethan looked over the top of the morning’s paper and fixed his gaze on the other man. “Have you been drinking because you’re not making any sense.”
Travis forced his gaze away from his tablet and focused it on his boyfriend. “I’m practicing alliteration,” he said, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. “Alliteration is the repetition of a sound or...”
“I know what it is,” he interrupted. “My question is why are you practicing it? Planning on writing limericks instead of police procedurals?”
“Oh, my dear detective, you have no idea.” Travis left his chair on the opposite side of the table and plopped his rear into the one closest to Ethan. “In order to be a good writer, you must first practice all the skills needed to be a writer. And even once you think you’re good, you still have to practice more. Kinda like with your target practice.”
“Speaking of which,” he muttered, unspoken meaning dripping heavily from each word.
“Travis’ terrific tamales take time,” he prattled on. “Ethan’s elegant elephant emerged eventually.”
Ethan gaped at his lover. “Remind me again why I moved in with you?”
“Because you love me,” he stated, kissing Ethan’s cheek loudly.
He wasn’t so sure of that these days. “Don’t you have a novel to finish?”
Travis’ blue eyes sparkled, mischief dancing in their depths. “Don’t you have a job to go to?”
Ethan pushed his chair back, standing. “Thankfully, yes, I do. And now, I’m leaving. Please move on to another technique by dinnertime.” Placing a hand against the back of Travis’ chair, he gave his lover a goodbye kiss.
Travis tapped a finger against his chin, thinking. “I can do that. By dinnertime I ought to be up to onomatopoeia. You’re welcome.”
“Thank you,” he said, giving Travis’ forehead a quick buss before walking away. Halfway to the door he stopped, a thought occurring to him. “Wait, but isn’t that…”
“Words that mimic sounds? Yeah. Talk about entertaining dinner conversation.” Picking up his tablet, Travis disappeared into his office, decidedly ignoring his lover’s protests to please change his mind. After a few moments, the front door slammed, followed by the sound of a starting engine.
Travis laughed. Sometimes, Ethan was just too damn easy.
B is here.
1_million_wordsPairing: Travis Murphy/Ethan McDowell, both original characters
Rating: D for absolutely dorky. Just like me.
Word Count: 393
Author's Note: The boys' story starts here, if you are so inclined.
xx
“Mary’s mother maligned Marge’s monster mango.”
“What the hell are you even saying, Travis?” Ethan looked over the top of the morning’s paper and fixed his gaze on the other man. “Have you been drinking because you’re not making any sense.”
Travis forced his gaze away from his tablet and focused it on his boyfriend. “I’m practicing alliteration,” he said, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. “Alliteration is the repetition of a sound or...”
“I know what it is,” he interrupted. “My question is why are you practicing it? Planning on writing limericks instead of police procedurals?”
“Oh, my dear detective, you have no idea.” Travis left his chair on the opposite side of the table and plopped his rear into the one closest to Ethan. “In order to be a good writer, you must first practice all the skills needed to be a writer. And even once you think you’re good, you still have to practice more. Kinda like with your target practice.”
“Speaking of which,” he muttered, unspoken meaning dripping heavily from each word.
“Travis’ terrific tamales take time,” he prattled on. “Ethan’s elegant elephant emerged eventually.”
Ethan gaped at his lover. “Remind me again why I moved in with you?”
“Because you love me,” he stated, kissing Ethan’s cheek loudly.
He wasn’t so sure of that these days. “Don’t you have a novel to finish?”
Travis’ blue eyes sparkled, mischief dancing in their depths. “Don’t you have a job to go to?”
Ethan pushed his chair back, standing. “Thankfully, yes, I do. And now, I’m leaving. Please move on to another technique by dinnertime.” Placing a hand against the back of Travis’ chair, he gave his lover a goodbye kiss.
Travis tapped a finger against his chin, thinking. “I can do that. By dinnertime I ought to be up to onomatopoeia. You’re welcome.”
“Thank you,” he said, giving Travis’ forehead a quick buss before walking away. Halfway to the door he stopped, a thought occurring to him. “Wait, but isn’t that…”
“Words that mimic sounds? Yeah. Talk about entertaining dinner conversation.” Picking up his tablet, Travis disappeared into his office, decidedly ignoring his lover’s protests to please change his mind. After a few moments, the front door slammed, followed by the sound of a starting engine.
Travis laughed. Sometimes, Ethan was just too damn easy.
B is here.
