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Total Words Written: 5k
Percent of minimum wordcount: 1/8
Time left: 3.5 months
Favorite bit so far: Marshall stared at her, feeling gut-punched. “Those are my men out there risking their lives, Elizabeth.” His voice grated out, low and harsh. “Mine. I picked them for this mission, each and every one of them. I trained them. I planned the tactics, I chose which one to use. I ordered them into the field. You’ve been—” he forced himself not to say off playing happy families—“overseeing the whole Expedition and establishing diplomatic ties. You don’t even know all of their names. So don’t you dare think I don’t care what happens to them.” He held her gaze until her eyes dropped.
Progress made on non-![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
sgabigbang writing projects (i.e. Multiverse, fic prompts, and my ongoing SR fic): none this week.
Percent of minimum wordcount: 1/8
Time left: 3.5 months
Favorite bit so far: Marshall stared at her, feeling gut-punched. “Those are my men out there risking their lives, Elizabeth.” His voice grated out, low and harsh. “Mine. I picked them for this mission, each and every one of them. I trained them. I planned the tactics, I chose which one to use. I ordered them into the field. You’ve been—” he forced himself not to say off playing happy families—“overseeing the whole Expedition and establishing diplomatic ties. You don’t even know all of their names. So don’t you dare think I don’t care what happens to them.” He held her gaze until her eyes dropped.
Progress made on non-
sgabigbang writing projects (i.e. Multiverse, fic prompts, and my ongoing SR fic): none this week.
