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Body Language - Longing
Deep breaths
Lips parting
Fidgeting with clothing, jewelry, etc.
Leaning in/standing near person of interest
Smiling wistfully
Avoiding gaze/sneaking glances
Bounciness/hyperness
Zoning out/daydreaming
Frequent smiling
Frequent laughing
Face brightening near person of interest
Making big lifestyle changes
"not too close!" - some sickfic scenarios for your otp
prompt list by @novelbear
gently placing a hand on their forehead periodically throughout the day to check for fever.
falling asleep almost everywhere because they're just so exhausted
"can i have another blanket?" "do you really think that's a good idea, love?"
remembering little details when shopping for them (certain brands of tissues that don't irritate their nose, flavors of cough drops/lozenges they prefer, etc.)
wincing when they speak for the first time after a while and their voice is so hoarse/rough
"what are you doing out of bed?" "for the love of god, i need to pee."
sacrificing their own comfort for the one that's unwell (ex: they usually need the a.c on at night, but they sleep without it to keep the other warm)
"if you're like this tomorrow, i'm calling the doctor."
massaging their head/stomach when in pain
protecting their peace when friends and family are around ("no, don't wake them! they're sick.")
giving in to anything they want because they feel terrible for how they're feeling
^ "can i have a popsicle?" "you really shouldn't..." "please?" "ugh fine.."
not letting the sick one move an inch.
"you're going to get sick if you keep coddling me." "and you're just going to get worse if i don't..."
"i don't deserve you." "yes you do, now go to sleep hon'."
Dialogue tips that actually work:
You are not writing a movie (ignore this if you are). The reader doesn't need to know every word the characters say for the duration of the story. Less is more.
Dialogue can happen within the prose. "And they awkwardky discussed the weather for five minutes" is way better than actually writing five pages of dialogue about the weather.
Balance your dialogues. Surprise yourself with a monosyllabic answe to a dialogue that's ten sentences long. Don't be afraid of letting your character use half a page for a reply or nothing at all!
Don't write accents phonetically, use slang and colloquialisms if needed.
Comma before "said" and no caps after "!?" unless it's an action tag. Study dialogue punctuation.
Learn the difference between action tags and dialogue tags. Then, use them interchangeably (or none at all).
Don't be afraid to use said. Use said if characters are just saying things, use another word if not. Simple. There's no need to use fancy synonyms unless absolutely necessary.
Not everyone talks the same way so it makes sense for your characters to use certain words more often than others. Think of someone who says "like" to start every sentence or someone who talks really slow. Be creative.
Use prose to slow down the pace during a conversation.
Skip prose to speed up the pace during a conversation.
Different Ways to Describe Brown Eyes
-> feel free to edit and adjust pronouns as you see fit.
Her eyes were the color of honey, irises swirling like the sweet nectar.
His eyes—the color of an intoxicating champagne—beckoned her over with nothing more than a wink and a smile.
They had eyes like mud, perfectly matched with the frown that permanently stained their face.
Her eyes were as bright as the raging sun and the color of dancing flames.
They wore blue eyeshadow to contrast their dark brown eyes.
Her eyes were as beautiful as the leaves of trees in autumn.
His eyes were nearly black, like a void that held a lifetime of secrets.
Dirt. She had eyes like dirt. They were almost as dirty as her personality.
Their eyes reminded her of old brick libraries and vintage books.
She had the kind of eyes that made thieves wonder why they bothered to steal pieces of art.
His eyes made her think of the sandcastles she used to build as a kid.
Their eyes were the same color as the old oak tree their great-great-grandfather planted in the backyard.
His eyes were the same color as the bottle of liquor in his hand.
They had a smile like spring, but their eyes were autumn with a hint of passing summer.
Her dark eyes were flaked with gold.
His brown eyes had tragedy weaved behind his irises.
Brown, copper eyes that paired with the dry blood stuck to their face watched him as he stalked across the tiled floor.