WRITING SAMPLES

for pretendy fun times

sample one - intro tag

Aokang, on the other hand, is smoothly gladhanding guests and gently turning down requests for photos or autographs. This is a private event, he says, a serious-but-genial tone paired with his third most charming smile enough to sway most people's attention back towards the wedding, let's not take the focus off the happy couple. He does hand out a few business cards with his publicist's information with the promise of personalized headshots or whatever, but that's fine, that's business, and for later.
Even if he somehow wasn't cognizant of how crude hogging the spotlight at someone else's wedding would look, Aokang absolutely doesn't want to deal with any more of Jimmy's nagging than he absolutely has to. He's done his turn on the dancefloor with the bride and is, he supposes, expected to be pleasant and decorative for the remainder of the night, because he's not about to start a riot by offering to dance with anyone else.He's doing pretty well at it too, by his estimation, picking up his second cocktail at the bar and doing a very good job paying absolutely no attention to Hongyu. Jimmy is a worrywart and it's fine, they've been seeing each other at weekly brunch for almost a year and a half now and no one is dead or maimed or really any worse for the wear. Neither of them have any illusions about how quickly Mei would crush them underfoot at any sort of bad behavior and while she isn't here, Aokang truly has no interest in starting a fight at Jimmy's sister's wedding and thereby incurring her wrath. Jimmy's wrath he can deal with, Mei's not so much.So, it's really not his fault when a passing server stumbles just as he's turning away from the bar, sending his entire tray of full champagne flutes crashing down. Half of them fall to the floor and half stop to soak the midnight blue fabric of Aokang's bespoke suit jacket on the way down. Wonderful. Even better, then, that this turn of events brings Aokang face-to-face with his ex, dainty finger sandwich in one hand, hovering directly behind the panicked server frantically pressing napkins to the giant wet spot on Aokang's abdomen. "It's all right," Aokang says, forcing himself to smile instead of frown at Hongyu like he wants to. "It was an accident, I'll take care of it." The server is good enough at his job to recognize the polite but distinct underlying tone of stop touching me, please and turns his attention to the broken glass instead. Aokang takes a step to the side, out of the way, and narrows his eyes at Hongyu.

sample two - regular tag

The dark is familiar. The steps are worn and cool beneath Ethan's bare feet, the whispering rush of wings echoing faintly behind him in the tower room, his brethren returning for the night. The brief, human night. The robe he's pulled around himself is loose and light, too thin against the spring chill but he doesn't care. He knows where he is without knowing how or why, the way that he knows someone is waiting for him down below, someone he desperately wants to see. That's familiar too, these past few months, dreams of rushing and waiting, of reaching for someone who is there and then isn't. Someone who promises and then...He's there tonight. Ethan can feel it like a hum under his skin, the tension of a bow string drawn tight, pulling him down the stair quicker and quicker until he tumbles from the tower door out of breath, face flushed and hair wild. It's quiet, dim, the glimmer of moonlight on the lake barely there, and the shape waiting beyond the garden gate makes his heart jump. "You're here," he says, breathes out, hands still on the doorway, like he's afraid to let go.

sample three - short tag

That makes Ethan's smile drop, too surprised to hold it. He still wants to bolt, but he feels rooted suddenly, waiting for Elias's touch. It's almost funny. He's getting so many of the things he'd wanted back then, just not in the way he used to daydream about. He smiles again, smaller, more genuine, wistful. "Yes," he says, and tries not to want it too much.

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