Halloooo! #6 (&7 if you don't mind two) for the end-of-year ask meme?
So I already answered 6 but I have more.
6. What’s your favourite piece of dialogue you wrote this year?
“Goodbye, lover,” they said, and tipped backwards and out of sight.
“Motherfucker,” he said to no one and ran to the railing.
7. What’s your favourite piece of description or narration?
Ah. This one is way more difficult because I never remember those parts. Maybe this bit, from it will not be enough (which you had a hand in!):
The storm raged around them still and yet all he could hear was a high pitched screech, a mourning wail that sliced through the waves and the wind. He only realized in the moments after that it was him, the sound born from his own wretched lungs. Crowley slipped on the water-logged deck, his arm looped in a rope to keep him from going over, and leaned over the edge, searching for his crewmate. Searching, and seeing nothing.
Hastur pitched himself towards the boat’s edge, casting out for Ligur’s arms, looking, pleading for his face. Anything of the man at all, and when he couldn’t see it he almost threw himself headfirst into the swirling, murky depths.
Suddenly Beezus’s arms came around his waist. They were strong from years of hauling nets and tying knots and doing absolutely everything on their own, refusing help from anyone who might help them. Beezus pulled him back and they both landed hard on the deck, the water splashing up around them, Hastur’s head smacking the wood.
