fic update
Apr. 29th, 2019 01:18 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
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Now that I’m back home from the farm, I can update again, though a large part of the problem is that I ran out of my pre-written buffer, LOL. And then I spent all of the scanty free writing time I had rereading the book instead, because a commenter asked whether the text actually specifies what color Maia Drazhar’s hair is, and I was unable to find an answer. If anyone knows, please do chime in.
I do love writing fic but this is the kind of thing I sort of struggle with; as with any art form, sometimes a limitation is a great inducement to creativity, and so fanfic, with the limitation of trying to conform to canon or to subvert it, can be far more expressive than original fic in many cases. But sometimes it’s just frustrating when you have to research a truth instead of organically discovering it, the way you can with original fic. So it’s a good sign I’m chafing at that again, as my dear original solarpunk mammoths novel is now going on two weeks without an update and I’ll definitely return to it this week. But I want to at least get my hints of the fantastic lesbian subculture flourishing under Archduchess Vedero and Empress Csethiro’s patronage at the Unthelienese Court, so I’m going to have a few more chapters of Continuing Education, just possibly at a slower pace.
This is a chapter update to give you a bit of resolution about the Emperor’s dav’s interpersonal drama, though.
Understanding, on AO3. (No warnings, not explicit)
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“I’d expected them to be asleep,” Csevet said.
Beshelar made a wry face. “They’re young,” he said, “and apparently have a lot of energy.”
Csevet snorted. “So are we,” he said, and was rewarded with a fantastically attractive blush across the tips of Deret’s ears and the tops of his cheeks. It was beautifully alluring, and he wanted to bite the tips of those ears where they were pink. He kept being teased, though, by a hint of a memory, of touching Deret’s jaw, of kissing him, but he couldn’t think when it could possibly have happened. It had mashed itself up, in his memory, with Deret shoving him into the wall, and so, guiltily, he now had a vivid, but false, sensory memory of Deret throwing him into a wall violently and then kissing him tenderly, and it was extremely compelling and rather unlike Csevet’s usual more restrained and sensible style.
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Now that I’m back home from the farm, I can update again, though a large part of the problem is that I ran out of my pre-written buffer, LOL. And then I spent all of the scanty free writing time I had rereading the book instead, because a commenter asked whether the text actually specifies what color Maia Drazhar’s hair is, and I was unable to find an answer. If anyone knows, please do chime in.
I do love writing fic but this is the kind of thing I sort of struggle with; as with any art form, sometimes a limitation is a great inducement to creativity, and so fanfic, with the limitation of trying to conform to canon or to subvert it, can be far more expressive than original fic in many cases. But sometimes it’s just frustrating when you have to research a truth instead of organically discovering it, the way you can with original fic. So it’s a good sign I’m chafing at that again, as my dear original solarpunk mammoths novel is now going on two weeks without an update and I’ll definitely return to it this week. But I want to at least get my hints of the fantastic lesbian subculture flourishing under Archduchess Vedero and Empress Csethiro’s patronage at the Unthelienese Court, so I’m going to have a few more chapters of Continuing Education, just possibly at a slower pace.
This is a chapter update to give you a bit of resolution about the Emperor’s dav’s interpersonal drama, though.
Understanding, on AO3. (No warnings, not explicit)
*
“I’d expected them to be asleep,” Csevet said.
Beshelar made a wry face. “They’re young,” he said, “and apparently have a lot of energy.”
Csevet snorted. “So are we,” he said, and was rewarded with a fantastically attractive blush across the tips of Deret’s ears and the tops of his cheeks. It was beautifully alluring, and he wanted to bite the tips of those ears where they were pink. He kept being teased, though, by a hint of a memory, of touching Deret’s jaw, of kissing him, but he couldn’t think when it could possibly have happened. It had mashed itself up, in his memory, with Deret shoving him into the wall, and so, guiltily, he now had a vivid, but false, sensory memory of Deret throwing him into a wall violently and then kissing him tenderly, and it was extremely compelling and rather unlike Csevet’s usual more restrained and sensible style.
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Date: 2019-04-29 02:15 pm (UTC)