Gods curse uppity fictives...

[winter]

Am trying to write a little something for the Henneth-Annun birthday challenge, but Arwen apparently read tehta's recent fear-of-writer's-block and decided it'd be neat to channel it, multiplied by ten or so. Galadriel is at the verge of whopping her upside the head, and I cannot seem to get the mood down from whining about thin metaphors to melancholy leavetakings. And I'm supposed to mention gifts in it, too.

Not touching the recent X thing. Especially since I always tell Sakurazuka and Aoki apart in my fics by unorthodoxly romanizing their first names as Seishirou and Seiichiro.

In other news, nelyafinwe and nonebraver (the latter being a puppet of applegnat's) rock my socks. Even if you've got no idea who Fingon and Maedhros are, the sheer... romance without schmoopiness, right up to the point when you realize you're going into a sugar coma, of their various stories and snippets is breathtaking.

"Loving him was the imperfection that made me whole."

(Yes, I'm a sap, for the right kind of sappiness.)

ETA: Success! Galadriel thing is finished. 1400 words, two days in all. Now, back to my Feanorians and editing the Subaru/Kamui thing.

Comments

[tehta.livejournal.com]

I apologize profusely.

[winter]

Nah, all is well since I finished the thing. Mind if I dedicate it to you for the inspiration?

[tehta.livejournal.com]

I inspired you?

No, of course I don't mind.

[winter]

'course you did :) I needed Arwen to be upset about something in a dignified manner, and you manage to form your angst melancholy with supreme dignity, so I used you as a model.