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What Nensa thinks his aesthetic is: red wine in crystal goblets, elegant libraries with scrolwork on the book bindings, secret passages hidden behind historically-poignant portraits, soaring ceilings and rainy evenings.
His actual aesthetic: you catch him looking half-feral in the middle of the night with his arms loaded with scraps of torn apart books. His eyes are reflective
Today is the Day! 2019 App Gap Challenge. #AppGap2019 #NextGenerationOutThere #NENSA (at Mad River Glen) https://www.instagram.com/p/B0stOKepVhS/?igshid=1lar56bnejy8b
JB sharing a little NENSA knowledge with the folks of Central. #NENSA #cxcskiing #OutThereGrowingNordic (at The Lismore Hotel) https://www.instagram.com/p/BwwxH-ohGmZ/?igshid=1gameexznbzz3
lmao. Nensa’s weapon of choice is a shield. People think that means he’s a pacifist, but they find out real fast he can knock a few teeth out with the edge of that thing
(he’s also just a big ol’ coward)
The Nensa idea of the day: the deities who watch Nensa TV have categorized the things he gets obsessed with and spends an asinine amount of energy pursuing under these categories:
Things someone doubted he could find (spite)
Things he came across while studying and convinced himself were actually a full-blown conspiracy despite having exactly one (1) tiny hint to go off
He thinks it will win the favor of the Gods (”oh that’s so cuuuute”)
A little girl probably lost a doll when the city had to evacuate and now she’s crying and Nensa thinks that everyone is evil for making her leave the doll (under threat of death) and goes back for it because he’s pissed and Nothing Is Right Unless He Does It Himself
For the Aesthetic
Bits of Nano Day 8
Words: 315 (not actually my worst day, sadly)
Total: 7,587
Excerpt:
“You’re saying that...” Nensa paused, tying to let his brain catch up. “...That Prince Cusa of Yissaes is that little girl? Then who the hell are you?!” He demanded.
In response, Mirsen pulled up the leg of his pants to reveal a stilt carved from highly polished dark wood. It looked not unlike the two parallel bones in a human forearm, which seemed very out of place attached to someone’s leg. That ignoring the fact that having something else where a leg should be was already disorienting. Mirsen dropped it again and shrugged.
Yesterday was pathetic but I’m already over the 2k words mark for today, and I’ve got plenty of time. I’m looking at finishing this short tonight and spending tomorrow distilling it down into something I’m willing to post.
Bits of Nano Day 5
Wordcount: 883
Total words: 5,174
Excerpt:
It made something inside him close off to see someone with what looked like the same leg deformity as his little brother had. The bright wavy hair against dark northern skin gave off the impression of something golden as sunshine, and Nensa had to ground himself against the disorienting feeling that his own brother had really just walked into his presence. He wished. He only wished.
“-traveled in from the coast,” the boy was explaining, smiling as though to say “I knew you’d understand.”
Bits of Nano day 4
Wrote 450 words of it in fifteen minutes then didn’t bother to do another word sprint and wasted five hours re-reading someone else’s fanfic ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
Words: 1,808
Total words: 5,004
Excerpt:
This was how Nensa knew that everyone in the house of Lasteu was a massive and unrepentant liar. They were all ready to wet themselves just to tell him how much the holy goddess Lasteu loved him, but there was no way she did. Not with his attitude. He liked to move the candles on the main shrine back a the house into the wrong order and burn pine needles instead of sage just to prove that nobody would notice. These higher beings were fickle monsters. She was probably plotting his demise at any given moment. Someone she liked probably prayed to he every day to keep Nensa from having a boulder dropped on his head.
