Sunday Snippet: Guardian
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I've been blocked with writing lately so haven't had much to post...but I've been trying to force myself to write at least a couple hundred words a day, and though I'm frustrated with them, that's 3K more words than I had last week, so that's something! And last night I was plotting out my
sundial_exchange fic and think I have something workable.
This is my angst fic, which I'm back at work on...only it's gone all plotty on me and now Xiao-Guo is undercover and Zhu Hong and Shen Wei have been debating Dixing-Yashou politics and I don't even know. But there is some angst still...
I've been blocked with writing lately so haven't had much to post...but I've been trying to force myself to write at least a couple hundred words a day, and though I'm frustrated with them, that's 3K more words than I had last week, so that's something! And last night I was plotting out my
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This is my angst fic, which I'm back at work on...only it's gone all plotty on me and now Xiao-Guo is undercover and Zhu Hong and Shen Wei have been debating Dixing-Yashou politics and I don't even know. But there is some angst still...
Shen Wei moved his trembling fingers, typed into the phone, You shouldn't risk this, Zhao Yunlan.
Then he stared at those stark words, and wrote beneath them, I miss you too.
Just a few characters--they weren't enough. But then, as spoken words they would still be inadequate. Far too small things to encompass the hollowness of the last few days--the fear of not knowing, the yawning emptiness.
He'd lived for years without Zhao Yunlan--waiting for Kunlun, for that promise to be fulfilled. He'd known loneliness, and the constant tug of yearning.
But that was nothing to this now--now, when he knew what it meant to have a life with Zhao Yunlan. Not just stolen moments between battles and nights hidden from the others, but to share work, meals, a bed. To make for him a home, and live in it with him, and know he would be coming back to it every night--Shen Wei hadn't realized how completely he had acclimated to it. Begun to expect it, to rely on it, in some deep unconscious part of himself. So to be deprived, even for those few days--to face that he might never have it again, no longer even waiting, but just--
The phone buzzed: I miss you so much, Xiao-Wei
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Date: 2019-12-23 11:31 am (UTC)...I mean, D: !
(I have been intending to inflict more of this on you but I have one scene I didn't quite figure out how to end...but if you wouldn't mind reading a very drafty first draft...? ^^;;;)
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Date: 2019-12-23 07:02 pm (UTC)Ngngngngggg SO GOOD.
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Date: 2019-12-23 08:27 pm (UTC)Which is to say: this is an amazing and gorgeous story and you have been doing fantastic to write as much as you have for it. Can't wait to read more!! ♥
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Date: 2019-12-24 06:05 am (UTC)that's 3K more words than I had last week, so that's something!
It is! It adds up! *hugs*
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Date: 2019-12-24 10:04 pm (UTC)I love Shen Wei's yearning for A LIFE with Zhao Yunlan, a life he started to get used to..oh no, what if it were to be taken from him....<3