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princeoffrost:

I don’t mean to sound rude or nitpicky, but if I post a starter that’s five or six+ paragraphs long, and you respond with a single paragraph, chances are I won’t respond to you. 

Not all the time, because it’s understandable- I tend to write humongous starters, but… I also put a lot of time and energy into making them and I’d like to be able to see that you’ve put a little effort into it as well. 

This isn’t rude at all. You’ve an opinion, you phrased it very nicely.

That said, I have to disagree. When writing from the perspective of one character (usually) only, one often encounters circumstances where /literally/ all that character is doing is smiling and nodding, saying one thing, asking one question. Something short, sweet, simple.

I’m not spending paragraphs spinning that out; that’s a waste of everyone’s time. Mine as a writer especially. Starters in particular: those often are multiparagraph, due to the need to set the scene, mood, and theme. And I am /expected/ to respond with multiple paragraphs in return? That’s hard.

Me personally, I play in rps as third person limited, and I choose not to share what my character is thinking. I cultivate a somewhat laconic writing style, in part to make up for when my character gets verbal diarrhea and in part to stop myself godmoding. This means that there will often be times when all I can do is reply with a single line.

I do need to specifically address that last clause you have there. To assume that a short paragraph indicates the amount of time and energy put into it is short is to utterly ignore every possible thing about the other writer. Many writers agonise over every single word they put down, changing multiple times to make sure they evoke exactly the right thing. (Seriously, ask Elizabeth Bear. It’s almost funny, ‘watching’ her write.) It might have taken that person an hour to get that one paragraph exactly right.

In short, while your opinion is obviously valid, I disagree with it because I think you aren’t taking the other writer’s skill, style, or preferences into account when you react that way.

are you standing up there
are you watching me fall
waiting for the crash
do you know
how far down this pit goes
i’m putting out my hand
i’m lost in burning sand
i can see everything you do
why are you not falling too

i wait and wait
and wait some more
leave little messages
‘Miss you’
why don’t you ever miss me too

stumbling down a million stairs

through hells of smoke – fire – dust – tears

is it a tremor of fear that

shakes the stairs beneath our feet or will

we fall like shooting

sparks into

the misbegotten glory of some faceless

terrorist

who holds our deaths

hostage against a nation of our

lovers?

Birthday ficlet

She’d always loved singing, loudly in the car or the shower, softly and mindlessly while working on a project. Sometimes karaoke, sometimes a capella, always music that spoke her heart in the words she couldn’t always find alone.

Anyone who knew her well would have known these things. But he didn’t. They’d known each other such a short time.

That was why she’d decided to sing for him. As a gift. Her gift, this new thing he didn’t know, couldn’t know. A soft, sweet thing, a thing utterly detached from the hell they’d already walked through together.

Summer knew Loki was there, could taste his presence as unique as his scent. She didn’t turn, though, one arm folded on the table, one finger conducting little flames to each candle scattered across the polished wood surface. Quiet and slow, she sang, each note precise, each word shaped.

“When I look into your eyes / It’s like watching the night sky / Or a beautiful sunrise / There’s so much they hold.”

She’d left her hair loose, freshly washed waves gleaming like copper and bronze in the flickering flames, flowing down her back nearly to the floor. The seat she’d chosen was low, and had no back, because she knew he loved her hair.

“And just like them old stars / I see that you’ve come so far / To be right where you are / How old is your soul?”

Her shoulders rose bare out of the corset one of the chambermaids had helped her into. Green, his green; the shade of his eyes, and velvet, laced with silk and boned with steel. The long ends of the ribbons mingled with the fall of her hair.

“Well, I won’t give up on us / Even if the skies get rough / I’m giving you all my love / I’m still looking up.”

She was still a modern woman, though, and had added a little black skirt, leaving her legs bare and making them look longer. At least, she hoped so. His height didn’t frighten her, but she could never look anything other than tiny next to him, either.

“And when you’re needing your space / To do some navigating / I’ll be here patiently waiting / To see what you find.”

And here were the lyrics she wanted him to hear, the ones that said all the things she couldn’t come out and say easily. The things she was afraid to say while looking into his eyes, because she couldn’t unspin his feelings from hers, couldn’t unpick lust from love, desperation from desire. She let her voice rise, carrying all the intensity of her heart, swallowed in the lyric line.

“‘Cause even the stars, they burn / Some even fall to the Earth / We’ve got a lot to learn / God knows we’re worth it / No, I won’t give up.”

She hadn’t bothered with any other adornment; she wasn’t beautiful, would never be beautiful. She’d only offer herself as she was, not polished and shaped into some other being. Bare feet, bare throat, bare hands. The shifting light of the candlefire was the only play of colour she wanted.

“I don’t want to be someone who walks away so easily / I’m here to stay and make the difference that I can make / Our differences, they do a lot to teach us how to use / The tools and gifts we got yeah, we got a lot at stake.”

All the candles were lit now, wavering faintly in the still air of Loki’s rooms. She watched them, knowing the sparkle they set in her eyes, the way they shimmered off the play of hair around her face.

The way they struck sparks off the man behind her, breathing low and slow so he didn’t miss a word, didn’t break the pure spell she was weaving with no more component than her self.

“And in the end, you’re still my friend at least we did intend / For us to work we didn’t break, we didn’t burn / We had to learn how to bend without the world caving in / I had to learn what I’ve got and what I’m not and who I am.”

Loki was right behind her now, his hands hovering just over her skin, sliding a bare breath away from her hair. She could feel his warmth, taste his pleasure and surprise like honey on the back of her tongue. Slowly, she leaned back, letting her head fall back into his hands, smiling up into those green, green eyes as she gave him the last lyric, soft and sweet.

“I won’t give up on us / Even if the skies get rough / I’m giving you all my love / I’m still looking up / Still looking up.”

@iamthefirechild:

lokilaufeyyson:

Her eyes were on fire and she drifted ghost-like around him.  It must have been twilight; the sky was glowing a deep purple blue and it cast long shadows around them.  Loki couldn’t seem to move, as much as he wanted to reach out to her.  He was biting his lip and clenching his fists as she trailed those delicate fingers across his chest, walking behind him again.

She brought her lips very close to his ear.  ”You feel so much, Loki.  So much.”

He shivered and tried to push the words away, but could not.  The sky was darker now, darker by the second.  It was comforting, in a way.  Still, her eyes blazed into him as she moved to meet him face to face.

“For you,” He answered.

He could move then, and felt himself spinning internally as he kissed her lips, moving slowly against her.  A small sigh escaped him; as if he had been holding it in his entire life.  Delicate arms wound themselves around his neck and held them tightly together.  He broke the kiss and lay his forehead on her shoulder, just feeling her.  Just feeling…feeling…feeling…

Morning’s light hit his eyes through the window and he was alone.

OMG GUYS LOOK WHAT lokilaufeyyson MADE FOR ME!

ALSO IT IS MY BIRTHDAY AND I AM A LITTLE BIT DRUNK SO I DISCLAIM ANY RESPONSIBILITY FOR MY ACTIONS TONIGHT