Gaaaaaaaaaaaaaah.

Still stuck on this thing with OOC!Ben, although I may have a solution for it, sort of.

I still need to figure out why he just collapses after he loses his shit (in a manner of speaking--he's probably a lot more sane at that moment than he has been for the previous two weeks) and doesn't just suicide right there and then in order to avoid the table, and that's being more problematic. I can, I suppose, have him try, and fail. How close is the carotid artery to the surface...? I should ask the handsome and talented paulgenesse; he's a nurse and would probably know, and he's here at CONduit.

Oh, god, I love this Con, just for the record. The wonderful Hubby took both Da Boy and the Puppernutter to see Grandma in Colorado, and I have no responsibilities until Monday. On Monday, I shall clean the house. Poke me, flist, because that needs doing, badly, and it'll be a nice Thank You for the Hubby.

Been scarce (read: nonexistent) on LJ since Friday. I've been realizing this weekend just how much of a time sucker LJ is and I'm probably going to do a friends cut soon, because it's just too damb much. Probably won't cut anyone who's friended me, but the comms are out of control and need trimming, badly.

Anyway. This set of 250 isn't going to write itself. I'd like to get 7K on the week...

Gaaaaaaaaaaaaaah.

Still stuck on this thing with OOC!Ben, although I may have a solution for it, sort of.

I still need to figure out why he just collapses after he loses his shit (in a manner of speaking--he's probably a lot more sane at that moment than he has been for the previous two weeks) and doesn't just suicide right there and then in order to avoid the table, and that's being more problematic. I can, I suppose, have him try, and fail. How close is the carotid artery to the surface...? I should ask the handsome and talented paulgenesse; he's a nurse and would probably know, and he's here at CONduit.

Oh, god, I love this Con, just for the record. The wonderful Hubby took both Da Boy and the Puppernutter to see Grandma in Colorado, and I have no responsibilities until Monday. On Monday, I shall clean the house. Poke me, flist, because that needs doing, badly, and it'll be a nice Thank You for the Hubby.

Been scarce (read: nonexistent) on LJ since Friday. I've been realizing this weekend just how much of a time sucker LJ is and I'm probably going to do a friends cut soon, because it's just too damb much. Probably won't cut anyone who's friended me, but the comms are out of control and need trimming, badly.

Anyway. This set of 250 isn't going to write itself. I'd like to get 7K on the week...

Mine is an evil laugh.

The solution has presented itself, and I have gleefully incorporated it. Go, me.

And, I just now realized that it's Saturday. And thus it's time for...

SNIPPET SATURDAY.

Here ya go:

[Setup: Full moon, he's on the table, strapped down, wolfsbane wrapped around his chest to stop him Changing. Wolfsbane, for those of you keeping score at home, is toxic to werewolves...but it takes awhile to kill them. It also makes their blood so that vampires, when they drink it, get high. No needles yet, because Ange is a pit bull on his behalf.]

Ben awakened with a gasp, and she was right there for him, holding his hand. "Oh, god," he panted between clenched teeth. "Ange--"

"I've got you, puppy." Knowing how much mental agony he was in was nearly worse than seeing the physical pain. "You have to let me help you with this."

"Not--not doing...too good..."

"Look at me, Benji. For god's sake. Let me take this from you."

"Hate...the Thrall. Losing...bits of...myself..."

"Hate this worse." She squeezed his fingers. "Remember what it was like before. You'll lose more than bits this time. Saints preserve us, Ben, do it for me if not for yourself."

"Didn't know...you cared."

"Course I do, you idiot, if I didn't I wouldn't be here, aye?"

His eyes slid shut, and his breathing eased somewhat from its terrified huffing. "Not as bad...with you here. Easier."

"Let me make it easier still."

"Not...not yet. Can still stand it." A pained not-smile ghosted across his face. "You got me pants."

Mine is an evil laugh.

The solution has presented itself, and I have gleefully incorporated it. Go, me.

And, I just now realized that it's Saturday. And thus it's time for...

SNIPPET SATURDAY.

Here ya go:

[Setup: Full moon, he's on the table, strapped down, wolfsbane wrapped around his chest to stop him Changing. Wolfsbane, for those of you keeping score at home, is toxic to werewolves...but it takes awhile to kill them. It also makes their blood so that vampires, when they drink it, get high. No needles yet, because Ange is a pit bull on his behalf.]

Ben awakened with a gasp, and she was right there for him, holding his hand. "Oh, god," he panted between clenched teeth. "Ange--"

"I've got you, puppy." Knowing how much mental agony he was in was nearly worse than seeing the physical pain. "You have to let me help you with this."

"Not--not doing...too good..."

"Look at me, Benji. For god's sake. Let me take this from you."

"Hate...the Thrall. Losing...bits of...myself..."

"Hate this worse." She squeezed his fingers. "Remember what it was like before. You'll lose more than bits this time. Saints preserve us, Ben, do it for me if not for yourself."

"Didn't know...you cared."

"Course I do, you idiot, if I didn't I wouldn't be here, aye?"

His eyes slid shut, and his breathing eased somewhat from its terrified huffing. "Not as bad...with you here. Easier."

"Let me make it easier still."

"Not...not yet. Can still stand it." A pained not-smile ghosted across his face. "You got me pants."