Sail, that's good and poignant - he has no clothes. And Erin, DAYUM! Made me happy.
You're nice, and you're funny and you don't smoke, and okay, werewolf, but that's not all the time. I mean, three days out of the month, I'm not much fun to be around, either.
Willow ,'Get It Done'
The Great Write Way, Chapter Two: Twice upon a time...
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deborah grabien - Apr 14, 2006 8:38:47 am PDT #6119 of 10001
It really doesn't matter. It's just an opinion. Don't worry about it. Not worth the hassle.
SailAweigh - Apr 14, 2006 8:41:42 am PDT #6120 of 10001
Nana korobi, ya oki. (Fall down seven times, stand up eight.) ~Yuzuru Hanyu/Japanese proverb
Oooh, Erin, another one that gives me chills. Good job!
§ ita § - Apr 14, 2006 8:41:53 am PDT #6121 of 10001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
Hmm. Interesting...
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You are young, child, and soft. I have just eaten old leathery skin and bones. Not a fit appetizer for your delicacy. I have seen the blush on your cheeks and the shine in your eyes. No such blossom on your grandmother, her glory days long past. But like her you do not shed monthly blood, yet you are ripe with the potential.
Life has not weighed down your shoulders, little one, nor man parted your legs. The next blood you shed shall be for me, and your last.
"Pull the bobbin, and the latch will go up," I whisper.
Topic!Cindy - Apr 14, 2006 9:11:59 am PDT #6122 of 10001
What is even happening?
ita, it's like your possessed with deb's can't-stop-writing muse.
SailAweigh - Apr 14, 2006 9:15:56 am PDT #6123 of 10001
Nana korobi, ya oki. (Fall down seven times, stand up eight.) ~Yuzuru Hanyu/Japanese proverb
It's interesting, ita, that until you wrote this I'd never considered the parallels between LRRH and Bluebeard's closet. But the line:
The next blood you shed shall be for me, and your last.
ties in so much to menarche and the loss of virginity and the consequences thereof in both stories. Nicely done.
Karl - Apr 14, 2006 11:59:32 am PDT #6124 of 10001
I adore all you motherfuckers so much -- PMM.
ita, you give me shivers in my lizard-brain, where my contact with the supernatural/Divine happens. I am quietly in awe.
Sail, both the one here and the one about your mum in LJ are just exquisite.
eta: Erin, look at you! So dark and ... sexy.
deborah grabien - Apr 14, 2006 12:02:08 pm PDT #6125 of 10001
It really doesn't matter. It's just an opinion. Don't worry about it. Not worth the hassle.
Yep. That's what I was looking for. Thank you, ita. Perfection.
This one hurts, kinda.
Handball Girl
slap-slam-bounce
How old was I when you first saw me, when we recognised something in each other? Fifteen? Doesn't matter, really. Apparently, I was unique. You told me so.
smack-slap-wall-rebound
You were very married. We came together when your coupling frayed. You recognised me, and I you: need, individuality, passion.
slap
flew-apart
rebound
came-together
slap-slam-bang-rebound
Flew, finally, apart.
Our final meeting in this life, you recognised me. God knows how - surely so many times of the heart hitting the wall must have disfigured me.
And I recognised you. So tell me - does that mean your heart was broken, too?
Lee - Apr 14, 2006 12:33:34 pm PDT #6126 of 10001
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
Though it’s been years since I’ve seen you, and longer since I wanted to, really not a lot has changed. The restlessness we shared is still there, only slightly tempered by age. My sense of humor is still dry, and I still change my hair color at the drop of a hat.
Back then you called me loyal. Loyal and steadfast, and I was, long after it was reasonable or wise. That hasn’t changed either. It’s been years, after all, and I am still loyal to my anger at you and the harm you caused.
deborah grabien - Apr 14, 2006 12:46:43 pm PDT #6127 of 10001
It really doesn't matter. It's just an opinion. Don't worry about it. Not worth the hassle.
Back then you called me loyal. Loyal and steadfast, and I was, long after it was reasonable or wise. That hasn’t changed either. It’s been years, after all, and I am still loyal to my anger at you and the harm you caused.
Perkins broke me.
§ ita § - Apr 14, 2006 1:03:32 pm PDT #6128 of 10001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
That makes me smile, Perkins, in anticipation of a smackdown.
****
It hits me every time I put foot to this tarmac. I know how to bundle against the cold, get by speaking French, am not surprised at the number of curries out there, don't think twice about homosexuality, never go to church, am used to monochromatic currency and coins that are actually worth something, and can name multiple types of malus domestica.
But you can't take here from me. When I'm there I'm strange, random, cold-shy, an eater of strange foods, over-educated, almost-accented, a bad speller, and overly fond of rum.
Everyone thinks I'm foreign. Who calls me their own?