#i think writing post-escape jane scenes interspersed with flashbacks will just be my thing now

[whowhatifs]

Snippet/Sketch Sunday

So I actually wrote something and wanted to share (despite the “never finishing what I share” curse) because I have not been feeling creative at all, but damnit I wrote something. This takes place right after my Sidestep, Jane, escapes from the Farm a second time and winds up going back to her old apartment. It brings up memories.

“No offense Jane, but I was preparing for a beige box with an air mattress in one corner and mini-fridge in the other.”

I pursed my lips, not arguing that point. A year prior she wouldn’t exactly have been far off. 

“Well your highness, make yourself comfortable and I’ll go get champagne out of the icebox,” I said dryly, but couldn’t help returning her smile. 

The late afternoon light filtered through the small window, catching the little glass crystal hanging from the blinds and sending rainbow lights across the walls, filtering through the loose hair that fell almost to her waist. It looked soft and an unfamiliar ball of warmth twisted in the pit of my stomach. I turned away.

The window is dark. 

My breathing is too loud. For a second I’m not sure I’m in the right place, it feels wrong. The ceilings are too low, the kitchen cabinets should be a natural oak instead of that sterile white, this entire goddamn place is claustrophobic, as if the walls are shifting closer every time my attention slips. 

Tagging @liamwynric @amlovelies @impossible-rat-babies @merry-harlowe @queerbrujas @natesquill and anyone else who wants to!! pls i need distraction

#snippet sunday #roo.writes #my oc: jane #if: fhr #ch: ortega #claustorphobia mention #i think writing post-escape jane scenes interspersed with flashbacks will just be my thing now #its so fun by which i mean heartbreaking #they make me feel things #jane just never has a last name #thats just gonna be a thing now lol #ive tagged too many things as just 'my oc: jane' theres no going back #heres the secret her name is jane jane #with her middle name its jane jane jane #yes it is the middle of the night and i should be asleep why do you ask #i literally dont even know where this fic is going. the goal seems to be pain #we are all totally fine and mentally healthy in this dumpster #have we thought about julia with her hair down? i dont think we think about that enough