I really need to get my exchange fic written. Odds are not good.
Wrote a poem:
we are tired
of the heavy places,
the deep tirades,
you ever spoke
from the day
my eyes awoke
I am hopelessly not up to the challenges, but I did do some work today. First, a word:
akuint • [ a.kui̯nt ] • 1. to sing, 2. to chant (a prayer or traditional song, particularly in a religious or formal ceremony), 3. to appease one more powerful with words, prayer, or song — verb
Then also, I figured out that Akachenti’s tendency to promote proximate, animate persons up a level may have come from originally have a proximate/distal distinction in second and third person pronouns and the agreement markers having merged. I’m not sure yet, but it seems more plausible than just willy nilly deciding that proximate third persons are really second persons, etc.
“One apocalypse, please,” the very polite customer, a lady in a fine dust blue trench coat, requested.
The proprietor went looking through his baubles and artifacts from a hundred million worlds and brought forth the prettiest bauble at last.
“Ah. The knob for the door of creation.”
“Well,” she said with a smile. “You know what they say.”
“All good things come to an end,” he agreed.
She paid him a lovely hundred thousand souls, collected by her favorite sirens, after some amount of haggling, then went out to go back to her own world. Time to shut the door.
The thorn is sharp
‘Neath gleaming blossom
Bright in the lamp
Of Springtime’s sun
The guard before the
Gate to pleasure
Its prick as fierce
As edge of sword
The words that bite
The eyes that cut
All you see
Is love beneath
But should you want
My heart as yours
Respect the thorn
With which I greet
Joy is when we say hello
We breathe the air another breathes
We wrap our arms, for as we go
We are one in everything
Happiness is the way we walk
The road together where’er it leads
We laugh at night, by day we talk
And always care for the other’s needs
Friendship is how we live our lives
We’ve known each other since we were small
Complementary as cream and chives
And love each other best of all
Rather than do something productive and useful with today’s break time, I worked on documenting the teams in Kingdoms and Thorn here: http://continuity.lianamir.com/
That said, I did actually write a snippet of fic that’s been bouncing in my head for two days. It just doesn’t belong to anything I’ve been trying to finish or the two longer stories also bouncing in my head with the same characters.
If they didn’t arrive three at a time, I might get fiction written faster, you know. :headdesk:
Ice Queen made it out injured, but it wasn’t injury keeping her awake.
On the other other side of the bedroom, Wolf breathed steadily, as though she slept, as though today weighed nothing.
Ice Queen rolled over and stared at the wall, into flames crackling beneath the cries of her mare, village burning because her raiders invaded and she couldn’t break cover.
She shuddered, scrambled abruptly out of bed, and crawled in beside Wolf, who blinked groggily but didn’t stop her.
It felt better to be held snugly, as though she were still innocent, unaware of what she could do.