[Gundam SEED] I give up
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joiedecombatSo "Fortune Favors the Brave" stubbornly refuses to write itself, and although I've been carefully refraining from immersing in any other fandoms old or new, my brain persists in giving me unrelated ideas anyhow. So I'm turning back to a request fic that I did the first draft of ages ago and then stalled on completing - Gundam SEED, Mwu and Murrue, "before we end and then begin, we'll drink a toast to how it's been," which I'm sure ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
a_white_rain has forgotten requesting by now.
Still working on it, but here's the first couple paragraphs because Mwu really amuses me right now.
There had been a time not all that long ago when Mwu could take a certain pride in how well he'd conditioned himself to fall asleep quickly, to grab whatever rest he could in whatever time he had, no matter the circumstances. Only a rookie, he thought, let himself get too keyed up with anticipation and nerves to sleep; an experienced pilot knew how fatigue could affect his performance on the battlefield, and that the enemy would not always wait for him to be well-rested.
But in the wake of the reports from Boaz, Murrue had taken a shuttle over to the Eternal to once more confer with Lacus and Waltfeld and Cagalli and Kisaka, and the necessity of prepping the Strike for the probable combat to come had kept Mwu from going with her, and there was no lying down and trying to sleep while she was still out there. Chief Murdoch had all but ordered him out of the hangar an hour ago, leaving him without the concrete workings of his mobile suit to keep his mind from manufacturing increasingly unlikely scenarios of surprise attacks and Raww le Klueze and the shuttle's hull cracking like an eggshell in the vacuum of space, but anyway that was just as well; Mwu refused to go so far as to camp out in the cockpit like Kira on one of his worse days.
He still had his pride.
Instead he'd gone back to Murrue's quarters, where he could at least claim to be trying to sleep if anyone asked him about it. Murrue, honestly the only one likely to ask, knew better anyhow, but Mwu had no way to explain to her how something within him pulled tight when she was gone and would not loosen until he was by her side again. Trying would only lay another weight upon her shoulders.
a_white_rain has forgotten requesting by now.Still working on it, but here's the first couple paragraphs because Mwu really amuses me right now.
There had been a time not all that long ago when Mwu could take a certain pride in how well he'd conditioned himself to fall asleep quickly, to grab whatever rest he could in whatever time he had, no matter the circumstances. Only a rookie, he thought, let himself get too keyed up with anticipation and nerves to sleep; an experienced pilot knew how fatigue could affect his performance on the battlefield, and that the enemy would not always wait for him to be well-rested.
But in the wake of the reports from Boaz, Murrue had taken a shuttle over to the Eternal to once more confer with Lacus and Waltfeld and Cagalli and Kisaka, and the necessity of prepping the Strike for the probable combat to come had kept Mwu from going with her, and there was no lying down and trying to sleep while she was still out there. Chief Murdoch had all but ordered him out of the hangar an hour ago, leaving him without the concrete workings of his mobile suit to keep his mind from manufacturing increasingly unlikely scenarios of surprise attacks and Raww le Klueze and the shuttle's hull cracking like an eggshell in the vacuum of space, but anyway that was just as well; Mwu refused to go so far as to camp out in the cockpit like Kira on one of his worse days.
He still had his pride.
Instead he'd gone back to Murrue's quarters, where he could at least claim to be trying to sleep if anyone asked him about it. Murrue, honestly the only one likely to ask, knew better anyhow, but Mwu had no way to explain to her how something within him pulled tight when she was gone and would not loosen until he was by her side again. Trying would only lay another weight upon her shoulders.
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Date: 2009-05-21 08:10 pm (UTC)I wish I had gotten around to writing half my ideas for this pairing. Maybe someday when all my 00 roleplay and accompanying fic ideas loosen their grip on my brain I'll do some going back and rewatching.
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Date: 2009-05-21 08:46 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-05-21 09:03 pm (UTC)