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fandomsecrets2014-07-17 06:31 pm
case) wrote in fandomsecrets2014-07-17 06:31 pm
[ SECRET POST #2753 ]
⌈ Secret Post #2753 ⌋
Warning: Some secrets are NOT worksafe and may contain SPOILERS.
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Notes:
Secrets Left to Post: 01 pages, 016 secrets from Secret Submission Post #393.
Secrets Not Posted: [ 0 - broken links ], [ 0 - not!secrets ], [ 0 - not!fandom ], [ 0 - too big ], [ 0 - repeat ].
Current Secret Submissions Post: here.
Suggestions, comments, and concerns should go here.
Re: Favorite lines from your own writing?
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He could keep going if he could just keep up the rhythm of putting one foot in front of another.
He could keep going if he could will himself to reject despair.
He could keep going if the pain was only physical and his mind was empty.
He could going if he was a weapon and not a man.
He could keep going, he told himself, even as his legs failed him and he collapsed to his knees.
(I wanted something with repetition and it sort of worked).
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Ache.
How she ached.
The adrenalin had long gone. There was a numb pounding in her head. Her fingers barely cooperated as she was trying to take off her wet clothes. Coldness embraced her once she was naked, and all she wanted to do was to curl up in something warm.
She stepped into the shower, turning the tap on.
Water.
Water is life.
Her skin was sensitive and numb at the same time. The little drops both hurt and felt unreal. They were warm, though, and that was something at least. Not quite like a blanket – not at all like V's embrace – but it would have to do to keep her heated.
She appreciated the symbolism of water but knew it could not wash away her pain. Her ears still rang from the gunshot. Her own chest wound hurt and she found herself tracing there with her fingers, reassuring herself of the fact that the bullet had really been taken out. She found nothing there but an angry scar and breathed a sigh of relief. It still hurt, though. Her whole ribcage felt wrong.
She felt wrong.
Her body started shaking, as the last of adrenalin poured out and was replaced by fatigue and anxiety.
She wondered how V did it. How he had done it for so many years. Dealing with death, that is. Delivering it. Witnessing it. And never flinching.
She wished she had his ability to heal – both body and mind. Perhaps that's why he was so eccentric – the scars ran through his soul, too. They were not only delivered by his captors at Larkhill but by himself, too, every time he had taken a life or seen one taken.
And now she had already started to go down that path. She had not killed today, but she had before – and she would again if needed. Already the scars on her soul were taking shape and her skin too now bore scars – one close to her hip, the other close to her heart. She wondered how many more would come over the years. So many, perhaps, she would one day be covered in them, like V. Perhaps then the cycle would be complete.
She felt very sad suddenly. Very sad and lonely.
She allowed herself tears, knowing that the water – her faithful ally – would wash them all away.
(Yeah, this one's a bit longer.It feels a bit dated for me now, but this is sort of how I like writing characters - in sort of private, intimate moments (not sexual per se) where they're very aware of their own flaws.)
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"How fitting, he thought, even the sun knows how to divide us."
(Just a one-off line I like)
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It was like a memory of a memory, a faint echo. He remembered the way the light fell into the room. The calloused female hands that put a plate with food in front of him. His own hands - both still real - holding mismatched cutlery. Steve, much smaller but with the same big blue eyes, sitting in front of him and smiling. One of the female hands stroking his hair. Him looking up and seeing the same blue eyes Steve had in an older, kind face.
(From something I haven't put online yet, but I sort of liked this piece).
But yeah, mostly self-conscious. It's even worse for the pieces with actual romance.
Re: Favorite lines from your own writing?
1.) I love repetition and do use it on occasion. It can be very effective, as I think it was in the piece you posted,
2.) Ah, quiet introspection. I love it (but I think I'm pretty crap at writing it). This is a good scene. I definitely feel her loneliness too.
3.) I love this too!
4.) Ooo. Lovely imagery. I love... uh, touch imagery? Descriptions of touch (like calloused hands).
Re: Favorite lines from your own writing?