#beautiful description

[night-market-if]

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General spoilers for end of book 1. The description in this one for idea for book 2 is just beautiful.

Why are you not writing more? Seriously, if this was the route I was planning on taking book 2 this would be an AMAZING visual to have.

But, alas, the MC's return is a bit less dramatic than this and far more... something. :) As for how they were buried? That is going to be gone into far more in the first chapter but essentially, they were given a tradition, straight into the ground burial. But there was some fight about that between the RO's. That will all be revealed in Chapter One

But, MC remembers. MC spent all of book one not remembering anything about them. It felt a little unfair for them to continue down that road.

[quotingmyjourneys]

"The anger stood out plain and clean on his face. There was a sort of innocence to him, I thought. I do not mean this as the poets mean it: a virtue to be broken by the story’s end, or else upheld at greatest cost. Nor do I mean that he was foolish or guileless. I mean that he was made only of himself, without the dregs that clog the rest of us. He thought and felt and acted, and all these things made a straight line. No wonder his father had been so baffled by him. He would have been always looking for the hidden meaning, the knife in the dark. But Telemachus carried his blade in the open."

— Madeline Miller (Circe)

[quietflorilegium]

"All was quiet in the countryside. The only sounds were those of the insects singing and the frogs peeping, the occasional high-pitched whistle of a bat circling over the open fields. In the city he traveled toward, there were long hours still to pass before noises faded, before the streets faded and the last drunk staggered home, before long-winded arguments and murmured adorations finally dissolved into sleep. When the sun rose over the city, it would be at peace and its people would rise with high expectations of the day, setting aside their usual worries, looking forward to the plays. It was the Festival of Moira. It was a happy time."

Megan Whalen Turner, “Return of the Thief”

[rainingskyguy]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 1/24 Fandom: Dr. STONE (Anime), Dr. STONE (Manga) Rating: Mature Warnings: Major Character Death Relationships: Asagiri Gen/Ishigami Senkuu, Ogawa Yuzuriha/Ooki Taiju Characters: Ishigami Senkuu, Asagiri Gen, Ishigami Byakuya, Ooki Taiju, Ogawa Yuzuriha, Saionji Ukyou, Chrome (Dr. STONE), Kohaku (Dr. STONE), Kinrou (Dr. STONE), Ginrou (Dr. STONE), Ruri (Dr. STONE), Suika (Dr. STONE) Additional Tags: No Petrification Event, Slow Burn, Bad Flirting, misunderstandings galore, embarrassing dad Byakuya, Angst and Feels, Forbidden Love, Alternate Universe - Gods & Goddesses, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Fluff and Humor, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Eventual Happy Ending Summary:

Climb the stairs, make your wish. If you're lucky, the god of fortune will reward you.

Gen wasn't taking any chances. He would climb the thousand steps to Ishigami shrine if it meant success.

He never expected his life to change forever after seeing those crimson eyes. Was it fate for them to meet? A freak accident?

All of it begs the question: What is fortune to a god?

[sarahwordstringer]

With a toss of his wrist, he flicked the figs into the air, one, two, three, juggling them so lightly that their delicate skins did not bruise. He added a fourth, then a fifth. The boys hooted and clapped. More, More! The fruits flew, colors blurring, so fast they seemed not to touch his hands, to tumble of their own accord. Juggling was a trick of low mummers and beggars, but he made it something else, a living pattern painted on the air, so beautiful even I could not pretend disinterest.

Madeline Miller, The Song of Achilles

[bloodserenade]

\ Unique relationship /

[crzylovegirl]

[coinywords]

and all that I am, you have made italic. Holding you here is to make a chequered past. I will never be brave and I cannot kiss you by this painting.  You have leaned in, and have kissed me without even thinking about it like it is the easiest thing in the world and you stark me and I am strobe-hearted and as you move onto the next painting and the gallery attendant fiddles with his watch, a Bridget Riley grows a little cooler on the wall and all in all you spectrum me, unexpectedly.

Attrib. and other stories by Eley Williams