A/N: So I occasionally ask for drabble prompts (read: 3-5 sentences) on tumblr, and most of them end up being for Breaking Bad characters. I'll be putting them here from now on. (Also, feel free to PM me if you want to see something).
ALSO, for those of you asking me to update things, I apologise. I have an awful habit of abandoning projects in favor of new ones that I then abandon for even more new ones (it's a vicious cycle). But don't worry! In addition to writing my Breaking Bad/Doctor Who crossover, I am also going to update all the stories I have up here currently. So check in towards the end of the month/beginning of the next :)
Thanks for your patience; and now, I present - Crystal Ships!
"Hold on, I can't" get the angle right, he's turning the page and squinting and scribbling and erasing but no, it's all shit, everything he's drawn today is shit, and she just giggles at him, propping herself up with her elbow.
"It can't be that bad," she says, leaning over to peer at the sketchbook ("oh shit, it is that bad" - giggling again at his growl of frustration), her sex-mussed hair falling onto her breasts in a perfectly picturesque way, a way that he feels he'll never be able to capture. But it doesn't matter, because she's here and he's here with her and everything is interesting, and as long as he's careful, maybe they can stay in this moment, just for awhile.