Night Watch fic, yay

I'm not sure this fic turned out entirely the way I wanted it to. But I'm fairly pleased to have finished it, and you can never tell how things look from the inside anyway. And yo - dialogue. Things happening. Some symbolism still, and no slash!, as is my general curse wont, but yes. 1,592 words. Go me :)

Title: Underground.
Author: girlofprey
Rating: G. Pretty much
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters. I don't own the metro.
Summary: The end of the night, and Anton's going home.


( Underground )

Dear Zavulon and Anton,

Your relationship is a bitch to write.

Or, at least, to manipulate to any one particular end.

Yes.

Grudging love,
Girlofprey

Randomness, yay! And Christmas listness!

I have no money again, a mere week after being given roughly £300 by my parents for food and bills and living and such.

Seriously, like £14. This morning, before I went to town.

This did not stop me buying Nathan Barley on DVD. For lo, it was my whim promise to myself, and if you can't keep those, what's the point yeah?

The Futurama ultimate boxset is only £60 in Fopp ::pines::

Christmas is of course coming, not that I'm allowed to think about it until I've done about three essays, SERIOUSLY AND WITH THE PROPER DILIGENCE. But I'm really not sure how that's going to turn out this year, since as far as I can tell my dad A) doesn't want to just give me money, and b) doesn't want to hear what I want. Hold onto the receipts, dad. That's all I'm saying.

As for you people,

( Christmas wishlist meme. Oh yes. )

My list seems slightly angry, for some reason. Perhaps the fact most of the things I wish for are things I wish I would write. Dammit.

I went to see the doctor about the crazy spots appearing on my hands lately, and she tells me they look like insect bites. So now I'm infested. Joy.

That is mostly all.