Meanwhile, here's a meme from mofic: Post one sentence from every WIP you're working on.
Only, I'm going to cheat and do a paragraph, because the sentences are too damn short and I only have two WIPs, really, including one that's pretty thoroughly stalled, but not counting that one in my other fandom, which I'll say more about later tonight.
From an upcoming chapter of "That Good Night" (though probably not the very next one):
The bedroom was flooded with silvery moonlight. One of the curtains was pulled half-back. Spike was slouched in the armchair, staring out the window, with Kennedy's ipod cradled absently in one hand.
And a sneak peek into the sequel to "London Calling"—which I continue to promise myself I will get back to, just as soon as I finish the other stuff I'm working on:
Spike had his back to Xander. He was thirty feet away, standing with his feet braced wide on the low wall that edged the roof. The wind whipped his long black coat around his legs—a new coat, not the duster—while he stayed motionless, scanning the horizon with binoculars. He was facing into the howling wind, so he couldn't smell or hear Xander. He wouldn't know Xander was there until Xander wanted him to.