Fic meme!

[elspethdixon]

Meme from caia_comica.

Your mission, should you choose to accept it, is to write a drabble or ficlet with the same first line (from any of the following) and leave it in my comments here.

First lines of all fic over 250 words written since 1/1/07:

Dirk Anger surveyed the colorful manger scene that graced the center of his control room with manly disdain and loathing. (A Very H.A.T.E.ful X-Mas)

Back in college, Foggy had discovered that you could tell a lot about Matt’s general state of mind from the way he slept. (untitled Daredevil ficlet)

It had been Clint’s idea originally. (Movie Night)

MJ was standing with her arms folded over her breasts, staring at us collected representatives of the costume brigade with murder in her eyes. (Sex Pollen Fic, Minus the Sex)

Matt always closed his eyes for the imposition of the ashes, even though it made no difference now. (et in pulverum reverteris)

A month of so after Steve had joined the Avengers, a shape-shifting villain named Chameleon burst into Tony's office wearing Steve's face, claiming that someone posing as Captain America had attacked him. (Five times Steve and Tony fought)

Her hands had gone red and dry, hot water and harsh soap stripping the moisture from her skin until the backs of her knuckles cracked and bled. (All the Perfumes of Arabia)

The warehouse was dark, lit only by the dim, flickering glow of black candles. (co-written WiP, not officially up yet).

Comments

[mississippienne.livejournal.com]

Back in college, Foggy had discovered that you could tell a lot about Matt's general state of mind from the way he slept. Now, years later, Foggy had discovered that when Matt's state of mind was set at "emotionally vulnerable", that usually meant that he would wrap his arms around Foggy while they slept. Which was good, except that Matt put his cold feet on Foggy, too.

"Matt," grunted Foggy into his pillow. "Wake up, Matt."

In response, Matt mumbled something and kissed Foggy's neck. He considered trying to drop off to sleep again, but then Matt's foot touched his leg, and the chill jolted him and made him wriggle. "MATT!"

[figliaperduta.livejournal.com]

...that last one belongs in a longer story that I've been working on for a while. And that needed a beginning. Victorian-era necromancers, yey.

*steals*

Thank you.