G. Share a snippet from one of your favorite pieces of prose you’ve written and explain why you’re proud of it.
They rediscovered each other that night, with mouth and hands, pausing briefly at Troy’s scar. He could tell the absence of the tattoo hurt Fin, but he didn’t ask, didn’t talk about it, only pressed deeper into Troy and made him cry out from the sharp-edged pleasure. Fin had more tattoos since they had been together, but there wasn’t time and space to really look. Their joining was not slow and sweet, but with a hunger that was born of complications, heart pain and absence. There was a little time, before slumber, where they lay sated and tucked together, Troy running fingers over inked skin. Fin still had the matching tattoo on his left arm, Glorfindel, in that script from their dreams.
“Turn over, I want to see.” He pushed at Fin’s shoulder and received grumbling softened by sleepiness in reply, but he got what he wanted. He swept away blond hair, tucking it over Fin’s shoulder to get the full picture and his hands faltered as that picture came into view. A phoenix with wings that spanned his shoulders blades and down to mid-back, rising from fire and ash, and a long, black cord, and… Troy followed the length of the cord, neatly woven into the design, to the monster that held the end of the whip, a horned beast, something straight out of the pit of Hell.
“No, Fin. Not that. Why did you get that?” He was caught off guard at the depth of emotion in him, beyond him, to the part of him he used to call another person.
Fin was quiet for a few minutes, and Troy would have thought he was asleep, but Ery knew he wasn’t. “Was a while after you left. I kept seeing him, even when I wasn’t high, followed me into my dreams. Thought maybe it would help to put him behind me.”
Troy remembered the times they had come out of their high and Fin was curled up on the bed, talking about fire, burning and no air and darkness. He remembered the sketches, hastily done, but vivid in their starkness. He was struck then as now by the sense of déjà vu, the sense that in another time, another place they’d been there before, Ery comforting Fin.
He couldn’t breathe suddenly, the air was just out of reach. He hadn’t had anything remotely like a panic attack for a while, but he felt the beginnings of one. Fin rolled over, and the image was gone, and in its place was Fin reaching for him, pressing kisses against his forehead, cheeks and mouth. “It’s okay, Ery. It’s all right. I’m here, and you are too. Everything is fine.”
Pulled from Ghosts, it's the last thing I've written so far, and one of my strongest stories in general, I think. This particular passage is my favorite because it tells a lot about Erestor and Glorfindel's relationship contrasted with their present reality, plus Erestor's panic attack, and Glorfindel's method of embracing one of his darkest memories/nightmares. And I'm proud of the tattoo idea.
U. Choose a passage from one of your earlier stories and edit it into your current writing style. (Person sending the ask should make suggestions).
I can take a crack at it, but I need a suggestion first?
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Date: 2014-08-24 10:02 pm (UTC)They rediscovered each other that night, with mouth and hands, pausing briefly at Troy’s scar. He could tell the absence of the tattoo hurt Fin, but he didn’t ask, didn’t talk about it, only pressed deeper into Troy and made him cry out from the sharp-edged pleasure. Fin had more tattoos since they had been together, but there wasn’t time and space to really look. Their joining was not slow and sweet, but with a hunger that was born of complications, heart pain and absence.
There was a little time, before slumber, where they lay sated and tucked together, Troy running fingers over inked skin. Fin still had the matching tattoo on his left arm, Glorfindel, in that script from their dreams.
“Turn over, I want to see.” He pushed at Fin’s shoulder and received grumbling softened by sleepiness in reply, but he got what he wanted. He swept away blond hair, tucking it over Fin’s shoulder to get the full picture and his hands faltered as that picture came into view. A phoenix with wings that spanned his shoulders blades and down to mid-back, rising from fire and ash, and a long, black cord, and… Troy followed the length of the cord, neatly woven into the design, to the monster that held the end of the whip, a horned beast, something straight out of the pit of Hell.
“No, Fin. Not that. Why did you get that?” He was caught off guard at the depth of emotion in him, beyond him, to the part of him he used to call another person.
Fin was quiet for a few minutes, and Troy would have thought he was asleep, but Ery knew he wasn’t. “Was a while after you left. I kept seeing him, even when I wasn’t high, followed me into my dreams. Thought maybe it would help to put him behind me.”
Troy remembered the times they had come out of their high and Fin was curled up on the bed, talking about fire, burning and no air and darkness. He remembered the sketches, hastily done, but vivid in their starkness. He was struck then as now by the sense of déjà vu, the sense that in another time, another place they’d been there before, Ery comforting Fin.
He couldn’t breathe suddenly, the air was just out of reach. He hadn’t had anything remotely like a panic attack for a while, but he felt the beginnings of one. Fin rolled over, and the image was gone, and in its place was Fin reaching for him, pressing kisses against his forehead, cheeks and mouth. “It’s okay, Ery. It’s all right. I’m here, and you are too. Everything is fine.”
Pulled from Ghosts, it's the last thing I've written so far, and one of my strongest stories in general, I think. This particular passage is my favorite because it tells a lot about Erestor and Glorfindel's relationship contrasted with their present reality, plus Erestor's panic attack, and Glorfindel's method of embracing one of his darkest memories/nightmares. And I'm proud of the tattoo idea.
U. Choose a passage from one of your earlier stories and edit it into your current writing style. (Person sending the ask should make suggestions).
I can take a crack at it, but I need a suggestion first?