I decided to do Julian Files for NaNo 2014 because I have the timeline set and–mostly–right now I just really want to write the past 🙂 Maybe it’s all the MWPP I’ve been reading lately ¬_¬;
Anyway, you can read the first two chapters at my Goodreads profile under The Julian Files in my writing section.
I haven’t decided yet if I’ll post the whole chapters as I write them… I’m currently thinking not, because I don’t do any editing during NaNo and that will be damn obvious as I go. And I might just make the whole thing into a book at the end of it, at which point I might not want to post as I go. But we’ll see. For now, have an excerpt!
A faint smile lifted Cedrick’s lips but it wasn’t with the usual enthusiastic grace. No light made to his brown eyes, which dropped to his drink unusually quickly, and Julian remembered Bell’s words from the other day:
He’s been… interesting lately. Secretive.
Julian opened his mouth to ask but before he could, Cedrick was raising his eyebrows and speaking.
“So? Something on your mind that even Kris couldn’t fix?”
Julian’s stared at Cedrick, his mouth working as all previous thoughts rushed out of his mind. “What?”
“Usually you’re in a good mood after a day with Kris,” Cedrick said with a shrug. “You’re not today, though. What’s wrong?”
Julian couldn’t decide whether he was surprised, impressed, or disturbed, and he was sure the indecision must be reflected in his fluctuating expression. He finally settled on drawn eyebrows and a flicker of a scowl. “How the fuck do you know where I was? Are you stalking me, Cedrick Beaulieu?”
Cedrick rolled his eyes and leaned back in his seat, but there was definite smugness in the quirk of his smile. “You’re wearing your Friday jeans on a Saturday, your shirt is rumpled despite how you obviously tried to smooth it, and I can see a hickey by your collar.”
Julian wasn’t used to being on the receiving end of a perceptive bastard like he usually was against others, and found he didn’t much like it.
Accurately reading huffiness into Julian’s silence, a flicker of a smile moved Cedrick’s lips. “One would think I was the PI and you were the journalist.”
“I dunno, Ced. I’ve come to the conclusion that journalists are more alarmingly nosy and freakishly observant than any PI I’ve ever met.”
“You’re basing that off of me?” Cedrick asked in amusement. “Or did you find another best friend journalist when I wasn’t looking?”
“Bell’s included in the deal.”
Cedrick laughed. “He’s a doctor.”
“That’s not all he is!”
“Yeah, yeah, keep it in your pants.”
Julian pointed triumphantly at Cedrick, straightening with a loud, “See?”
Cedrick tilted his head. “What?”
“I never told you I jonesed for the dude, but you know without having to ask! I’m telling you. You’re freakier than your family, sometimes. And that’s damn impressive, with an alien kid and a robot wife.”
Cedrick kicked Julian with no heat. “Hey. That’s my family you’re talking about.”
“Yeah, I know. They could only be your family, seeing as I don’t know anyone else crazy enough to marry a woman like that and pop out a little alien kid.”
“Would you stop calling Boyd an alien already?” Irritation and defensiveness was beginning to creep into Cedrick’s tone and the narrowing of his eyes, and Julian held his hands up in a gesture of peace.
“Whoa, sorry. I was joking. You know I am. I like that kid, all outer space oddities aside.”
“And stop insulting Vivienne. You just don’t understand her.”
“No one does but you, Cedrick,” Julian said more seriously. At Cedrick’s straightening back, Julian shook his head and held up his hand. “That isn’t an insult. I think she doesn’t let anyone else see who she really is except around you.”
“That’s your investigative assessment?” Cedrick asked dubiously.
Julian shrugged and leaned back against the booth. It squeaked alarmingly, considering how it was hard as fucking stone. “You could say that, yeah. I’ve seen enough people in my day who are like her… show one face to the world, and another to the only people they trust. Most people aren’t as selective in their trust as she is, but I know she has to show you something I never see or else you’d never love the woman the way you do. I know you. You wouldn’t stay with someone who wasn’t a hell of a lot more honorable and good than how we normally see her be.”
“She is a good person,” Cedrick said quietly, his gaze dropping to his beer. It was nearly gone, but he still stared at it. He looked strangely sad, until Julian noticed that the color was almost exactly the same shade of gold as Boyd’s eyes. He wondered if Cedrick was thinking about the last time they’d seen each other, when Julian had rather harshly told Cedrick to get his shit together and stand up against Vivienne for not being a better mother to Boyd.
Not wanting to get stuck in another argument on a topic that wasn’t even on point for the night, Julian rocked Cedrick’s knee with a well-placed foot. Shuttered brown showed from behind a flicker of eyelashes, and Julian took that as assent to change the topic.
Oh and here you can see the god-awful cover I made for it this morning in a rush when I realized I didn’t have a cover for it at all -_- It had to be tinystyle for NaNo to accept it, hence it being a little baby pic.
God. It’s so ugly 😄 OH WELL.
Oh and bonus! Look, I made Julian a PI license 😀