The oompah band in my head...
Jan. 10th, 2005 01:35 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
skoosiepantsWell. Long-hidden Skies, Chapter Eight, has been submitted to Schnoogle. They're usually pretty fast uploaders, too, so I wouldn't be surprised if it's up by tomorrow. I'll let you know, though. I'm not sure if I'm happy with it or not, but there are parts that I really, really liked so I guess that's the best I can ask for at this point. It's been waaaay too long since I've updated that fic.
And I'm working on Nighthawk, Ten, while at the same time pondering Don't Let's Start, Eight. So we'll see what happens.
A bit of tentative NH ten? I think I'm starting to love a drunk!Seamus.
“Wait, wait. Let m’get this straight.” Seamus knocked back his shot and upended the glass onto the now-slick table, adding to their growing collection. “You’re in love with Zabini.”
“The wanker,” Hermione mumbled, licking up the side of her own – fourth? fifth? – shot glass. “Lying, smarmy, pretty bastard.”
Seamus’ eyes were only slightly blurry, and he let out a soft belch before reaching for his beer. “Well, you’re gonna hafta tell ‘im, then,” he slurred, tipping his bottle at her. “Look. Look, look.” He patted the table with a palm and Hermione’s gaze slipped down to it, brow furrowed in confusion.
“Wha?”
“Ah’m sure this Zabini bloke's a… good sort—“
“Have y’been listening, Seamus? And what do you mean ‘Zabini bloke?’ Y’know ‘im too, you ninny—“
“Ninny?” Seamus chortled. “Ninny?”
Hermione glared at him, huffing slightly. “I hate you.”
“No, no,” he shook his head emphatically. “Y’love me. Although not,” he waggled his brows, “the way you love Zabini. Blaise, whatsit? Dark, quiet, incrud… cre…” he paused, screwing up his face in painful thought, “really, really sexy Slytherin?”
Hermione nodded morosely, pushed her index finger through a puddle of firewhiskey, and licked the digit matter-of-factly.
Seamus eyed her mouth curiously. “Has tha’ lickable scar along his hip.” He nodded decisively. “Good sort.”
“Wait a tic.” She straightened as much as she could, which wasn’t very much, considering the whiskey had melted most of her bones. “You’ve seen his scar?”
“Bit of an exhibitionist, really,” he said, words slow and meticulous and a bit muddled, so ‘exhibitionist’ mostly sounded like ‘eshabishanest.’ “Wen’ through a really, really long naked, lookit period ‘n sixth year.”
Hermione groaned and slumped forward, shoving aside several shot glasses. “’M pathetic. And he’snot good. He’s hurtful an’ mean.”
Seamus blinked at her owlishly. “Lick,” he said.
“Wha?”
“’M sorry,” he shook his head, then pushed a hand against his chin, as if trying to stop the whirling. “Well.”
Hermione stared at him, and when he didn’t seem likely to continue, she kicked her foot languidly against his shin. “Seamus.”
“Well,” he started again, squinting down the neck of his beer bottle. “I hate Neville.”
She snorted. “Right.”
“I do,” he insisted. “He’s all,” he waved his hand, “’make an honest man of me,’ and I’m jus’ thinkin’ about him, y’know, when—“
“Wait, what?” Hermione interrupted. “Honest…?” She trailed off, then burst into giggles. “Nev. Nev asked you t’marry him.”
Seamus scowled at her. “You are not funny,” he bit out precisely.
“Nope. But you are.”
And I'm working on Nighthawk, Ten, while at the same time pondering Don't Let's Start, Eight. So we'll see what happens.
A bit of tentative NH ten? I think I'm starting to love a drunk!Seamus.
“Wait, wait. Let m’get this straight.” Seamus knocked back his shot and upended the glass onto the now-slick table, adding to their growing collection. “You’re in love with Zabini.”
“The wanker,” Hermione mumbled, licking up the side of her own – fourth? fifth? – shot glass. “Lying, smarmy, pretty bastard.”
Seamus’ eyes were only slightly blurry, and he let out a soft belch before reaching for his beer. “Well, you’re gonna hafta tell ‘im, then,” he slurred, tipping his bottle at her. “Look. Look, look.” He patted the table with a palm and Hermione’s gaze slipped down to it, brow furrowed in confusion.
“Wha?”
“Ah’m sure this Zabini bloke's a… good sort—“
“Have y’been listening, Seamus? And what do you mean ‘Zabini bloke?’ Y’know ‘im too, you ninny—“
“Ninny?” Seamus chortled. “Ninny?”
Hermione glared at him, huffing slightly. “I hate you.”
“No, no,” he shook his head emphatically. “Y’love me. Although not,” he waggled his brows, “the way you love Zabini. Blaise, whatsit? Dark, quiet, incrud… cre…” he paused, screwing up his face in painful thought, “really, really sexy Slytherin?”
Hermione nodded morosely, pushed her index finger through a puddle of firewhiskey, and licked the digit matter-of-factly.
Seamus eyed her mouth curiously. “Has tha’ lickable scar along his hip.” He nodded decisively. “Good sort.”
“Wait a tic.” She straightened as much as she could, which wasn’t very much, considering the whiskey had melted most of her bones. “You’ve seen his scar?”
“Bit of an exhibitionist, really,” he said, words slow and meticulous and a bit muddled, so ‘exhibitionist’ mostly sounded like ‘eshabishanest.’ “Wen’ through a really, really long naked, lookit period ‘n sixth year.”
Hermione groaned and slumped forward, shoving aside several shot glasses. “’M pathetic. And he’snot good. He’s hurtful an’ mean.”
Seamus blinked at her owlishly. “Lick,” he said.
“Wha?”
“’M sorry,” he shook his head, then pushed a hand against his chin, as if trying to stop the whirling. “Well.”
Hermione stared at him, and when he didn’t seem likely to continue, she kicked her foot languidly against his shin. “Seamus.”
“Well,” he started again, squinting down the neck of his beer bottle. “I hate Neville.”
She snorted. “Right.”
“I do,” he insisted. “He’s all,” he waved his hand, “’make an honest man of me,’ and I’m jus’ thinkin’ about him, y’know, when—“
“Wait, what?” Hermione interrupted. “Honest…?” She trailed off, then burst into giggles. “Nev. Nev asked you t’marry him.”
Seamus scowled at her. “You are not funny,” he bit out precisely.
“Nope. But you are.”
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Date: 2005-01-10 11:13 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-01-10 12:57 pm (UTC)*giggles* Seamus always wants to lick everything :)
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Date: 2005-01-10 01:08 pm (UTC)And I wanna like Seamus. ;)
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Date: 2005-01-10 05:30 pm (UTC)Storytelling then?
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Date: 2005-01-10 06:09 pm (UTC)I know, he isn't boring, but he's in a bit of a rut with his job, had to tone down his life because of his daughter... I've got to shake him up.
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Date: 2005-01-10 06:16 pm (UTC)And that I could see. Him in a rut. Make him go to a disco. That'd break and shake him up. ;)
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Date: 2005-01-10 06:23 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-01-10 06:32 pm (UTC)Then by all means finish NH10 first. I can't wait for more. What? I'm a pushy little bitch, I know it.
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Date: 2005-01-11 10:05 am (UTC)Seamus gives up the band for little Claire, and Nott drags him to one of their gigs. I think that's how it's gonna play out.
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Date: 2005-01-11 10:11 am (UTC)Awww, that's just so sweet of him! To give it up for her. Such a good little daddy.
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Date: 2005-01-11 10:20 am (UTC)It makes him a proper dad *grins*
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Date: 2005-01-11 10:23 am (UTC)And he's such a good little daddy. *pets him*
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Date: 2005-01-11 10:39 am (UTC)Nott still needs to shake him up, though. And I haven't decided what to do about Claire's mother. Hmmmmm.
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Date: 2005-01-11 10:47 am (UTC)And the mum could have been a one night stand, maybe? And didn't want her so he took his baby? Or an old girlfriend he never married?
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Date: 2005-01-12 10:05 am (UTC)I think I'm starting another dry-spell. Damn it!
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Date: 2005-01-12 05:06 pm (UTC)Don't. You can't. I won't allow it! No dry spell for you!
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Date: 2005-01-10 11:57 am (UTC)hee hee drunk Seamus is a hoot!
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Date: 2005-01-10 12:58 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-01-10 04:35 pm (UTC)“Has tha’ lickable scar along his hip.” He nodded decisively. “Good sort.”
Ah, drunken Irishmen are so much fun! Yay!
*raises a beer to skoosie*
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Date: 2005-01-11 02:47 pm (UTC)Yep, Don't Let's Start is from TMBG - who completely rock. I think I put the quote on the first chapter :)
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Date: 2005-01-12 02:34 pm (UTC)I didn't notice the quote at the beginning, I have a bad habit of skipping over stuff like that. *shrugs*
Awesome cookie, btw. ^__^
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