Post by Rikku on Oct 1, 2012 4:26:00 GMT -5
is a working title shsh. I don't actually like the shape of it, just the meaning. Because it is a MOIRALLEGIANCE STORY I think, I want to write arrogant princelings being utter jerks in utterly horrible ways but then their moirails come back and are a Good Influence and wow I am
really tired
I am really tired and my stomach feels really strange I. Uh. I may have to wrap up this here summary pretty quickish, I should try to sleep I guess? and cannot seem to be coherent particularly
so this is a placeholder I guess
so yeah like there's a princeling and a peasantgirl thiefgirl she breaks into his rooms when they're like fifteen (ish? some teen age. she's a year older than him, short and stocky and frowning with a face scarred from pox and a heart that shines so darn brightly)
and he stares at her in horror and then tries to make her steal his harp because he hates trying to play harp. Their friendship blooms from there! She - her name is Tarly! I do not know his name yet tho - sees that he's not actually an utterly awful person and drags him out into the city (I'm thinking uh - some kind of massive class difference plainly, because she ends up leading a revolution when they're estranged and it's all very heartbreaking think that one music video for No Handlebars, I'm also thinking - tiers? tiers in the city, city built on rock city built on the mountain look how close we are to the heavens my people look how high we have come) to see music how it should be, not some courtly status competition but joyous and lovely and real and also probably gets him drunk and it is hilarious.
and then yeah! other stuff happens as well I guess. The moon thing - at the mo' the mythology of this kingdomplace is all moon-and-sun (night being the nice one! that /is/ something I've been wanting to explore for a while) which is great and lovely but feels way too much like Demonling so I miiiiight change it? but
mm
oh yeah and there was something about ghosts as well! oooh yes. ghosts, and shades, for they burn the peasant people (some other people enslaved, or just the poor or what. hrm), burn them because there is no space in the earth to let them rot there but how can you expect a soul to be settled when you've burnt all it used to be away, so they wander, more and more now, and our dear prince-lord is so caught up in living up to the weight on his shoulders he never notices the blood on his hands
they visit the ruins of a castle, once, as a wistful sort of holiday from their busy lives; he plays the pennywhistle-type thing that she got him (whittled from - bone, from wood? cheap and light and he loves it immensely) and claims that is his contribution to setting up camp and she starts the fire without him without much complaint because she knows he is Bad At Camping and then they tell stories, perhaps, or see ... things, strange things
(they say there is a river, there, they say the river that runs past the ruins of once-was-great runs thick and dark and silent, runs into the earth and straight to the underworld. it's a test of bravery, staying there, stay in the ruins that the river runs past but do not listen to its whispers -
and later, later, one listens to the whispers of a broken heart and follows that river into the earth to seek the other, because what is life without them, what is anything without them, if there's no one beside you when your soul embarks -
maybe?
dunno don't know much about the plot or setting or anything really. AN EXERCISE IN QUICK WORLDBUILDING AND PLOTMAKING sighs happily wow this should be fun I hope!)
butyeah! <3 like a dramatic romance but pale romance, instead. the best kind! i will probably also have to uh make more characters i guess, this story's pretty new to me (it is me having a break! from all the things i have worked on for years)
ooh or maybe I could write a little horrorbook! Oh man that would be neat too. dunno dude! I only decided on doing this a few days ago, I am still pretty tempted by the prospect of writing Kids Having Adventures And Being Friends instead, or maybe a falconer bard I am long overdue to writing a falconer bard. Guess we'll see what grabs me!
this should be fun folks <3 NANO yay
really tired
I am really tired and my stomach feels really strange I. Uh. I may have to wrap up this here summary pretty quickish, I should try to sleep I guess? and cannot seem to be coherent particularly
so this is a placeholder I guess
so yeah like there's a princeling and a peasantgirl thiefgirl she breaks into his rooms when they're like fifteen (ish? some teen age. she's a year older than him, short and stocky and frowning with a face scarred from pox and a heart that shines so darn brightly)
and he stares at her in horror and then tries to make her steal his harp because he hates trying to play harp. Their friendship blooms from there! She - her name is Tarly! I do not know his name yet tho - sees that he's not actually an utterly awful person and drags him out into the city (I'm thinking uh - some kind of massive class difference plainly, because she ends up leading a revolution when they're estranged and it's all very heartbreaking think that one music video for No Handlebars, I'm also thinking - tiers? tiers in the city, city built on rock city built on the mountain look how close we are to the heavens my people look how high we have come) to see music how it should be, not some courtly status competition but joyous and lovely and real and also probably gets him drunk and it is hilarious.
and then yeah! other stuff happens as well I guess. The moon thing - at the mo' the mythology of this kingdomplace is all moon-and-sun (night being the nice one! that /is/ something I've been wanting to explore for a while) which is great and lovely but feels way too much like Demonling so I miiiiight change it? but
mm
oh yeah and there was something about ghosts as well! oooh yes. ghosts, and shades, for they burn the peasant people (some other people enslaved, or just the poor or what. hrm), burn them because there is no space in the earth to let them rot there but how can you expect a soul to be settled when you've burnt all it used to be away, so they wander, more and more now, and our dear prince-lord is so caught up in living up to the weight on his shoulders he never notices the blood on his hands
they visit the ruins of a castle, once, as a wistful sort of holiday from their busy lives; he plays the pennywhistle-type thing that she got him (whittled from - bone, from wood? cheap and light and he loves it immensely) and claims that is his contribution to setting up camp and she starts the fire without him without much complaint because she knows he is Bad At Camping and then they tell stories, perhaps, or see ... things, strange things
(they say there is a river, there, they say the river that runs past the ruins of once-was-great runs thick and dark and silent, runs into the earth and straight to the underworld. it's a test of bravery, staying there, stay in the ruins that the river runs past but do not listen to its whispers -
and later, later, one listens to the whispers of a broken heart and follows that river into the earth to seek the other, because what is life without them, what is anything without them, if there's no one beside you when your soul embarks -
maybe?
dunno don't know much about the plot or setting or anything really. AN EXERCISE IN QUICK WORLDBUILDING AND PLOTMAKING sighs happily wow this should be fun I hope!)
butyeah! <3 like a dramatic romance but pale romance, instead. the best kind! i will probably also have to uh make more characters i guess, this story's pretty new to me (it is me having a break! from all the things i have worked on for years)
ooh or maybe I could write a little horrorbook! Oh man that would be neat too. dunno dude! I only decided on doing this a few days ago, I am still pretty tempted by the prospect of writing Kids Having Adventures And Being Friends instead, or maybe a falconer bard I am long overdue to writing a falconer bard. Guess we'll see what grabs me!
this should be fun folks <3 NANO yay
