I wasn't tagged, I just need to do SOMETHING other than hit my cart and stare at my currently uncooperative word document~
I'm tagging any of you who have something you're currently working on and willing to share. I'd love some distra- some inspiration!
Here's an excerpt from the current Deacon/X6 one shot I'm battling with Project: Hypnotic Pheromones
"You didn't touch those, did you?"
X6's voice was smooth and precise, it cut into Deacon's thoughts and demanded his attention. He angled his body toward the other man again, reaching up to remove the tinted glass that was nothing but a distraction to him. His fingers hovered just beside the frames, twitching uselessly for a few moments, something in the back of his mind shouting that those were meant to stay on, Always On. But the urge to see clearer and focus better was too great, he pinched the thin metal arms between his fingertips and pulled it from his face, making as direct eye contact as he could through the synth's own shades. X6 seemed to startle very slightly where he'd been glancing over his shoulder, straightening up and immediately marching over. He nearly toppled the lantern Deacon had been carrying, though the spy couldn't recall bringing the thing in the room let alone setting it by his feet on the floor. Gloved hands were suddenly cradling Deacon's face, his breath catching in his throat as his chin was turned up and the courser seemed to stare into his soul through his exposed eyes.
"They're black. I don't know that I've ever seen a human's pupils so dilated.. I can't even see your iris. So I'll take that as a yes to you touching the flowers."
Eyelids fluttering closed, Deacon tried to focus both on and through the feeling of the synth's strong steady hands holding him fast. He swallowed and cleared his throat as quietly as possible before speaking in a remarkably reserved voice.
"What does it do?"
"Put simply, it produces a pheromone or toxin that makes you malleable, suggestible"