Hello dears. I’m clearing out my WIPs, deleting ones I’ll not work on further. So here, you can have a small scene.
Rating: T, I guess? Just talking about grief of the loss of a relationship. Implied/past Ivar/Keldar, and Arnaghad/Erland.
The knock was a soft beat that made Keldar smile even with the minor interruption. No one would mind an inkblot - there were far worse staining ledgers and journals alike.
The quill was set down carefully as they beckoned their old friend to enter.
"Letters." Erland waved a small bundle before passing them over. The years had worn heavy on his shoulders, and he walked with a stiffness in his left leg on the coldest days.
Keldar smiled their thanks and flipped through, there were missives that were expected, a new letter from Vesemir, and a few interesting and unknown senders.
"When was the last time you heard from him?"
"Don't meddle, Erland."
"I'd see you happy if I could, Keldar. Loneliness is hard enough a load to bear, if you can avoid it..."
They just sighed and sat back, stretching in their chair. It was an old argument, with Erland pushing gently, and Keldar pointing out the obvious.
"What would you have me do, Erland? My life is with this Library, and the knowledge our successors need to survive. I'll not chase ghosts to my end. And really? You're a fine one to talk. When was the last you reached out?"
Erland's face darkened as he turned away. "It's not the same."
"Is it though? You're both stubborn- wanting and waiting and not reaching out." Keldar watched the conflict on Erland's face with sympathy, knowing the question he wanted to ask and couldn't. "Yes, we've spoken. He asks of you. Every letter, he's asked of you. Damn your pride and go."
"He truly hasn't said a word?"
Keldar shook their head, quietly. "I don't think he has realized how much time has passed- he watches, only watches for those riders. I cannot follow that obsession, Erland. He goes where I cannot follow. I have nothing to offer him, he has come and stripped the library of all it could offer him. He has no reason to return."
Erland took a breath- and Keldar waited, waited for the apology that happened every iteration of this discussion. But this time, Erland strode forward quietly, solemnly, and placed a heavy hand on Keldar's shoulder. He squeezed gently, and Keldar patted it, sighing softly at the wrinkles and age spots on them both that whispered of time passing far too quickly.
2021 was an excellent year for my writing. For me, personally? Not so much. But I've made wonderful friends, learned new things, and my writing has gotten much better.
I had a bit of a dilemma on which of my Tir Tochair series to put, because the other is very dear to me, but I love the whole series so much I just put the first one.
So, here you go! joining in the fun with the @continentcakeshop ...
Me, and some of my stories.
B: Any of your stories inspired by personal experience?
Enh, all of them are at one point or another. There are little bits and pieces of me in everything I write. Though the closest I think I’ve ever come is The House Always Wins, because I was a pitch blackjack dealer (though not in Vegas) at one point in my life.
K: What's the angstiest idea you've ever come up with?
Ahahahaha, for which fandom? No but recently I had a talk with Bearfeathers about Kingsman boggarts for the Harry Potter AU I was talking about. And my thought for Harry was that his would be Merlin, telling him that his Veela curse was broken and that he could never really be with a monster like him. (As Harry is quarter-Veela.) It then morphs to James, who says a lot of the same, and then to Martin, who outright calls him an abomination.
X: A character you enjoy making suffer.
Comedy answer? @bearfethers
Serious answer: Fucking Chester King. Fuck that guy, what an asshole.
I’m tired of drifting away. I’m tired of sleepless nights, and blinding mornings. I’m tired of the day passing by, and still no resolution is found.
I’m tired. Yes. I’m tired of the world beyond me, laughing and smiling.
I’m tired. I’m tired of the fact I cannot reach you, I might not reach you. I’m tired of seeing you in so much pain, I’m tired of the glistening tears that glaze over your black, motionless eyes.
I’m tired. I’ve always been tired. But I’ll never be tired of looking at you. Looking at your smile, your strong hands. I’ll never be tired of you still striving to perfect yourself.
I’ll never be tired of you.
I love you.
How can I be so dumb as to want, as to yearn for something that is not mine. How can I stop this nonsense? It's beginning to scare me. The fact I haven't known you for much time, but I have started to love you is terrifying. I know what it will do to me, and yet, I want to see how far you'll take me. Please keep your eyes on me. I'll make you see how much you mean to me.