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red_lasbelin) wrote2014-08-23 01:24 pm
red_lasbelin) wrote2014-08-23 01:24 pm
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I'm a lemming part deux
I resisted as long as I could, but then I jumped off the cliff after everyone else. Be gentle!
Pick a couple and I will answer:
A. Describe your comfort zone—a typical you-fic.
B. Is there a type of story you’ve yet to try your hand at, but really want to?
C. Is there a type of story you wouldn’t touch with a ten foot pole?
D. How many fic ideas are you nurturing right now? Care to share one of them?
E. Share one of your strengths.
F. Share one of your weaknesses.
G. Share a snippet from one of your favorite pieces of prose you’ve written and explain why you’re proud of it.
H. Share a snippet from one of your favorite dialogue scenes you’ve written and explain why you’re proud of it.
I. Which fic has been the hardest to write?
J. Which fic has been the easiest to write?
K. Is writing your passion or just a fun hobby?
L. Is there an episode section of canon above all others that inspires you just a little bit more?
M. If you could choose one of your fics to be filmed, which would you choose?
O. If you only could write one pairing for the rest of your life, which pairing would it be?
P. Do you write your story from start to finish, or do you write the scenes out of order?
Q. Do you use any tools, like worksheets or outlines?
R. Stephen King once said that his muse is a man who lives in the basement. Do you have a muse?
S. Describe your perfect writing conditions.
T. How many times do you usually revise your story/chapter before posting?
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).
V. If you were to revise one of your older stories from start to finish, which would it be and why?
W. Have you ever deleted one of your published stories?
X. What do you look for in a beta?
Y. Do you beta yourself? If so, what kind of beta are you?
Z. How do you feel about collaborations?
AA. Share three of your favorite fic writers and why you like them so much.
AB. Do you accept prompts?
AC. Do you take liberties with canon or are you very strict about your fic being canon compliant?
AD. How do you feel about smut?
AE. How do you feel about crack?
AF. What are your thoughts on non-con and dub-con?
AG. Would you ever kill off a canon character?
AH. Which is your favorite site to post fic?
AI. Talk about your current wips.
AJ. Talk about a review that made your day.
AK. Do you ever get rude reviews and how do you deal with them?
AL. Write an alternative ending to a fic you've written (specify by title, link or general description].
Pick a couple and I will answer:
C. Is there a type of story you wouldn’t touch with a ten foot pole?
D. How many fic ideas are you nurturing right now? Care to share one of them?
F. Share one of your weaknesses.
J. Which fic has been the easiest to write?
K. Is writing your passion or just a fun hobby?
Q. Do you use any tools, like worksheets or outlines?
T. How many times do you usually revise your story/chapter before posting?
W. Have you ever deleted one of your published stories?
X. What do you look for in a beta?
Y. Do you beta yourself? If so, what kind of beta are you?
AB. Do you accept prompts?
AD. How do you feel about smut?
AE. How do you feel about crack?
AF. What are your thoughts on non-con and dub-con?
AJ. Talk about a review that made your day.
AK. Do you ever get rude reviews and how do you deal with them?
AL. Write an alternative ending to a fic you've written (specify by title, link or general description].
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E. Share one of your strengths.
O. If you only could write one pairing for the rest of your life, which pairing would it be?
AI. Talk about your current wips.
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It's not a unique strength, but I really love the people I write and I think it shows. Something a little more unusual: I write bittersweet things well.
O. If you only could write one pairing for the rest of your life, which pairing would it be?
Probably Erestor/Glorfindel. You can tell a lot of different stories with them and the balance is pretty classically appealing. And I love them. But I'd find it really hard to only write one pairing. To never write Gildor or Hal pairings, swap things around...
AI. Talk about your current wips.
That was just below the belt, dear.
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AL re What Happened Last Night.
Should have answered the wip thing, yes :D
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Carefully, Erestor considered his response before replying. "I’m not sure there’s anything to be done here. We are friends, aren’t we?"
"Yes, of course. This wouldn’t change that," Glorfindel answered without hesitation, before pulling on his clothing. They had all dressed up in formal robes for the wedding which obviously made sneaking back into his own rooms that much harder.
"Would one night make us lovers? We’ve never really looked at each other like that before in all of this time and I don’t want our friendship to change. Surely if we were meant to be lovers we’d have done this sooner? Perhaps not needed all of the alcohol either…"
"Now, now, I’ve always found you attractive. And I know that you adore me…" Glorfindel snatched the brush from Erestor’s hand and started brushing his own hair, which had become quite tangled as the night had progressed.
“Adore? Ha, not quite.” Erestor watched as he slowly turned the tangled mass of gold into a respectable fall of long, wavy hair. “Put up with, rather.”
“Adore.” Glorfindel said firmly, giving the brush back to him. “And no, one drunken, lustful night doesn’t make us lovers. We could walk away from this, remember it as a great night and I go back to exploring the possibilities life has to offer and you go back to loving Elrond from afar.”
There was a weighted pause after he finished, and Erestor guessed what he did not say. But he was never good at letting things go, unraveling a stray thread from a rug until he had a pile of thread on his lap and no rug in sight.
“Just say it.”
Glorfindel shook his head and sat on the messy bed. His robes were wrinkled, but they still looked good on him, Erestor noticed, rich green with darker thread, embroidered patterns and highlights of gold. “I promised I’d leave it alone, as you told me.”
“He will sail soon and be reunited with his wife. And what place will there be for me? No space, except trusted friend and advisor, as always.” The words left his mouth, hung in the air with bitterness and self-pity, and Erestor closed his eyes and leaned against the vanity table. His head really did hurt.
Silence. He listened to the noisy bustle of palace life outside the guestroom door. It was late in the morning, and he was sure that he had things he needed to do, but the hangover made remembering impossible.
“Unrequited love is a safety net, you know.”
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Glorfindel seemed unfazed by the glare. “Bri was always going to be waiting for him, and you were always going to wind up here. Didn’t have to grow and stretch with another person who could meet you half way.”
“That’s funny coming from someone who has the attention span of a butterfly with his lovers.” Defensive - and Erestor knew it.
Glorfindel shrugged, shoulders rolling back in a smooth movement. “Maybe I like a varied diet of flowers and sweet things.”
Erestor remembered his leg over around one of those shoulders, a large hand on his thigh, spreading him wider…he felt a flush creep high on his face and started to pace. “Easy, sweet things. Not the fruits with a bitter peel or a hard shell.”
“Are you saying I’m lazy?” Glorfindel asked, an eyebrow raised. “Or that I only sleep with people who are easily brought to bed.”
“Wouldn’t dream of it.” He picked up a pillow off the floor and tossed it on the bed. “Besides, aren’t those the same thing?”
Glorfindel’s hand moved, quicker than Erestor expected and wrapped around his wrist. “Stop moving around, you’re making my head swim.”
“Poor baby,” Erestor said unsympathetically. Glorfindel’s response was a sharp tug on his arm, sending him tumbling onto the bed. When recalling this later, Erestor would deny that he squawked, but Glorfindel would insist that he did. He lay there on his back, waiting for the room to stop spinning and felt the bed give as Glorfindel lay down beside him. He had a moment of sharp clarity – he really wasn’t a good person – when he jabbed his elbow into Glorfindel’s side.
“Bastard.” Glorfindel wheezed, shoving his arm away.
“Takes one to know one.”
They lay there quietly for a few moments, looking up at the unfamiliar pattern on the ceiling. Erestor supposed it was a new Gondorian style.
Finally, Glorfindel spoke up. “So I’m lazy and like the easily obtained, and you like the safety of the unattainable.”
“That sums us up, yes. At least we know who we are. No identity crises or something stupid.”
“Well, you were worried about us being lovers after one night.” Glorfindel rolled onto his side, propping his head up with an elbow. “Been reading a lot of romance stories, have you?”
“Don’t make me hit you again.”
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No one moved first; instead, together. Their mouths met, held and Erestor tangled his fingers into the sun-yellow hair falling on him. Glorfindel encircled him with an arm and pulled Erestor into himself. Headache forgotten, he sank into the kiss, memory lighting up like fireflies in the wake of Glorfindel’s mouth, tongue and touch.
It ended too soon, soft lips pressed one more time on his and then Glorfindel sat up. Erestor stayed where he was, certain the world had begun spinning again. His eyes followed Glorfindel as he walked to the guestroom door, opening it a crack and looking out.
“What was that?”
Glorfindel looked back over his shoulder. “Tasting the flower?”
“I am no flower, Glorfindel. I’m a walnut, with a shell you can break your teeth on.” Erestor pulled himself up, reluctant to face the day, but he realized that the world was fast encroaching.
“I know that, but it sounded better than tasting your sweet meat.”
Erestor laughed in spite of himself. “You have a point there.”
“We should do this again sometime.” It was casual - off hand, even - and Erestor was caught off guard. Nothing had really gone the way he’d expected, right from the beginning of his brandy-soaked night.
“You don’t do difficult.”
“Sometimes life calls for an exception,” Glorfindel replied, with a glance outside the door. “Well, now’s my chance. I’ll see you at the meal, after a shower and fresh clothes.”
“All right.” A thought struck him. “Glor?”
“Hmmm?” Half way out the door, Glorfindel turned around to look back at him.
"You’ve got a nice ass." Erestor grinned, a decidedly devil-may-care attitude developing in the wake of his hangover.
"Thank you." Glorfindel took it in stride, but as he slipped out the door he added a wiggle just for Erestor’s benefit.
"Go!" Erestor laughed, shaking his head. He wasn’t sure what to make of these developments, or what Glorfindel’s suggestion would lead to. But he was curious, and while that habit had perpetually gotten him into trouble, he was too old to change now. If nothing else, maybe life in Valinor wouldn’t be boring.
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Thank you :)
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