Sunday Six
Aug. 4th, 2019 11:36 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
frith_in_thornsI've only just started writing this, as I caught up and posted the last of my WIPs this morning.
This is another Guardian fic -- I've been turning this concept over in my head for a couple of days. It is an extremely strange fixit and I haven't even decided whether it's quite tenable as a story.
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Each spark coalesces slowly, or else it's that he can't catch their beginning; they arise from the spaces in the air between where the dust motes glow golden in the bars of sunlight slanting through the high windows, gathering light until they blaze and settle slowly, so slowly, in with the rest.
It's slow, and hypnotic, and Zhao Yunlan watches from the sofa as the sun slips away and dusk slides in to replace the day. The sparks continue, tiny glints like fireflies far away on a summer night. (He saw them dance like this once, on a lake long ago, and the memory is vivid enough to ache in his chest.) They scatter on the table like the embers of a campfire.
He waits with a hope so agonising he can't invoke it.
This is another Guardian fic -- I've been turning this concept over in my head for a couple of days. It is an extremely strange fixit and I haven't even decided whether it's quite tenable as a story.
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Each spark coalesces slowly, or else it's that he can't catch their beginning; they arise from the spaces in the air between where the dust motes glow golden in the bars of sunlight slanting through the high windows, gathering light until they blaze and settle slowly, so slowly, in with the rest.
It's slow, and hypnotic, and Zhao Yunlan watches from the sofa as the sun slips away and dusk slides in to replace the day. The sparks continue, tiny glints like fireflies far away on a summer night. (He saw them dance like this once, on a lake long ago, and the memory is vivid enough to ache in his chest.) They scatter on the table like the embers of a campfire.
He waits with a hope so agonising he can't invoke it.
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Date: 2019-08-04 11:37 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2019-08-04 11:54 pm (UTC)I can either write completely dialogue-focused or completely weird poetic angst. I have no middle ground.