Nerissa, 25, she/her. Aro-ace, British (Northern-Irish), writer. Obsessed with Tolkien, Dickens, musicals, period drama, Cdrama, and many other things. Ask and tag game friendly.
The more you write, the more you discover your writing style, the more you develop the craft. So write, write even if you think it’s not good enough. Write to master the process of writing.
Thanks for tagging me, @oh-no-another-idea! :D We'll just pretend today is Friday :P
I planned to post a Phil/Leo kiss for this, but I went through the series and got a surprise: there is no Phil/Leo kiss! I'm adding that to the things I need to change in the second draft.
Instead, here's a Thomas/Gilbert kiss:
He'd kissed plenty of men before. But only as a prelude to something more exciting. His past kisses had always been brief and often rough. He tried to kiss Gilbert like that. At any moment he fully expected Gilbert to drag him out of the room, upstairs, and into bed.
Once again Gilbert surprised him. He pulled back, breaking the kiss for a second. Thomas just had time to panic — had he misread the situation that badly? — when he leaned in again. This time the kiss was softer. Gentler. Slower. He rested one of his hands on Thomas's waist and the other between Thomas's shoulder-blades. It was almost like waltzing again. It was strange and unexpected and everything Thomas had never realised he wanted.
"First I must ask exactly what your intentions are towards Miss Patton," he snapped, knowing he sounded like an indignant older brother faced with a prospective in-law of dubious reputation. "Haven't you caused her enough pain?"
Rules: Share some of your writing. Here's an excerpt from Houses Full of Deceit:
The train roared across California. Inside its dining car, Yo-han and Colman glared at the newspaper as if they could transmit their anger to the advert's author.
"This is getting beyond a joke," Colman grumbled.
Yo-han suppressed the urge to say it had never been a joke. There was nothing funny about being chased all the way to America by a murderer who had already guessed where they were going.
"We're still ahead of him," Yo-han said. "Even if he arrived the day after we left, there was no other ship heading for America last week. We'll reach England while he's still on his way to New York."
He was mainly trying to put on a show of confidence for Colman's benefit — and to save face. This sort of prolonged flight from a determined criminal was a new experience for him. It was not one he was eager to repeat.
‘That is the purpose for which you are called hither. Called, I say, though I have not called you to me, strangers from distant lands. You have come and are here met, in this very nick of time, by chance as it may seem. Yet it is not so. Believe rather that it is so ordered that we, who sit here, and none others, must now find counsel for the peril of the world.’
‘Now, therefore, things shall be openly spoken that have been hidden from all but a few until this day. And first, so that all may understand what is the peril, the Tale of the Ring shall be told from the beginning even to this present. And I will begin that tale, though others shall end it.’