Sunday snippet
Feb. 9th, 2020 07:32 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
frith_in_thornsI've finished the time loop fic and it just needs editing now. Hopefully will be posted sometime this week.
Meanwhile I started something new, which is a fic set post-canon that's actually as canon-compliant as I can make it. (Obviously it will be a fixit.) That's new for me as I tend to ignore most of at least the last episode. It's probably going to be another entry in the exciting genre of angst + Dixing politics.
So, I quite like my thing of posting the entire first 100 words or so when I start a new story. Here's this one.
Breathing burned. He wasn't getting enough air.
He struggled, gasped, lungs pained and wrong.
Voices, hands. What's wrong — What's happening — He didn't answer. Didn't know.
Other sensations filtered in slowly. Rough hardness under him, with sharp points of stone. Sulphur in the air.
Dixing? That fit. He remembered… Dixing…
He fought his eyes open, breathing still uncomfortable and foreign, and blinked until the faces above him came into some sort of focus. Chu Shuzhi whom he recognised, and a woman he didn't.
"Are you all right?" Chu Shuzhi demanded.
No. He remembered… dying. Being certain that he was dying. And it hadn't mattered, he hadn't cared, because — "Shen Wei," he said, knowing that this would hurt worse than anything so far but unable to stop himself. "Shen Wei, is he…"
Lao-Chu's face went through a range of indecipherable expressions. Finally he said, "Zhao Yunlan?!"
Meanwhile I started something new, which is a fic set post-canon that's actually as canon-compliant as I can make it. (Obviously it will be a fixit.) That's new for me as I tend to ignore most of at least the last episode. It's probably going to be another entry in the exciting genre of angst + Dixing politics.
So, I quite like my thing of posting the entire first 100 words or so when I start a new story. Here's this one.
Breathing burned. He wasn't getting enough air.
He struggled, gasped, lungs pained and wrong.
Voices, hands. What's wrong — What's happening — He didn't answer. Didn't know.
Other sensations filtered in slowly. Rough hardness under him, with sharp points of stone. Sulphur in the air.
Dixing? That fit. He remembered… Dixing…
He fought his eyes open, breathing still uncomfortable and foreign, and blinked until the faces above him came into some sort of focus. Chu Shuzhi whom he recognised, and a woman he didn't.
"Are you all right?" Chu Shuzhi demanded.
No. He remembered… dying. Being certain that he was dying. And it hadn't mattered, he hadn't cared, because — "Shen Wei," he said, knowing that this would hurt worse than anything so far but unable to stop himself. "Shen Wei, is he…"
Lao-Chu's face went through a range of indecipherable expressions. Finally he said, "Zhao Yunlan?!"
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Date: 2020-02-09 07:52 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2020-02-10 10:31 am (UTC)Also btw I'm sorry I haven't yet left you any comments on Ghost Story -- I'm only just clawing my way back to regular writing again and my brain is still no good at immersive reading, so pretty much all fics I'm trying to follow are currently on hold, because at the moment I can't enjoy them properly and I really want to!
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Date: 2020-02-10 05:02 pm (UTC)Take care of yourself! <3
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Date: 2020-02-09 11:06 pm (UTC)And the start of this new one is really good too!
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Date: 2020-02-10 04:32 am (UTC)And yay for a draft on the time loop fic!
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