I am so interesting in Beauty is terror; love is transformation hello 👀
Awww thanks <3
It's the title of one of my x readers for Star's event, which I am yet to start finish. This time the character is Henry Winter from The Secret History by Donna Tartt, the main focus is his relationship with fem!reader since they were children and how it shaped who they both are right now.
To be honest, it is taking me forever to write it because it has a dark turn, which is not usually my thing, but the plot requires it. It's not much, just the relationship being super codependent to a worrying degree and some angst nearing the end because of the book itself (no spoiler here). And yeah, I just want to nail the psychological aspect of it, so I am always rewriting everything. Here is a little peek of one of the fragments I am proudish of!
And that's how it starts; two lonely kids from opposite worlds who wouldn't probably even talk to each other under different circumstances and yet found the closest thing to a companion in each other. Years passed, and the bond started to settle, so deeply intertwined within your personalities themselves. By the time you two arrived at Hampden, you started comparing it to the ivy that grew around old buildings. The plant was the only thing keeping it together, yet its growth had begun the damage itself. Nevertheless, both would be destroyed if ever separated.
That's how you had explained it to Henry the first night of many you slept together in Francis' country house. The window had been opened, and you softly caressed the leaves that were ingrained by it. Henry gave the closest thing he could perform to a smile, and for a while it seemed enough. Enough that the Green Class, even Julian, accepted it and had some twisted fascination and respect for it. Enough that we were together and would always be, or so you thought.
Okay, moots today was tough and I need to do something to relax. So send me a "🎵" on my inbox and I will reply with a couple of songs that remind me of any of your ocs
Turns out I had read outdated guidelines for the submission of articles. The academic paper I had been working on all summer is too long for publishing and doesn't follow their citation norms. Submission ends tomorrow at ten o'clock in the morning.
So yeah, watch how I pull an all-evening and all-nighter in an attempt of finishing it
Finding you like women in a gay way after your teen years is weird
The world seems to believe you missed really important formative phases so now it will be pushing you through the "experienced alt masc girl" and the "homoerotic friendship break up" in the span of a few months ✨
Trauma is weird because I will be saying "I have no right to cry or be angry about this", but this can be anything from a day-to-day small inconvenience that I overreacted to because of anxiety to something people could get arrested for if I report it.
Not forgetting my favourite: this reminds me so much of *insert past trauma* but if I ever point the similarities people will think I am overthinking, so I will have to sit down and see everything unfold like I expect without no chance of controlling it once again.
