Writingishnessism

[reymonkey]

You know the drill, gimme song lyrics for RP character drabbles! I don't promise they'll be good, and I don't promise to write your character well, but.. you know.

Dooooo it! The skull meatballs of doom demand it!

I has a birthday cake.

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[reymonkey.livejournal.com]

Yours was the hardest for some reason. Maybe I'm just running out of steam in the afternoon, aaand then I let you have the computer and then there was the celtic festival etc…

I'm the loneliest star to the sun,
but I feel that I'm close to the one
who will stop me from coming undone,
'cause I'm free.

The white hair flashed through the trees, and for a moment her breath caught in her throat. It was a good thing the sight made her pause, because then she saw the blistered face beneath, and the ordinary clothes. Just a boy. Why had her first thought been of the stag? She stayed to watch, frowning slightly, and noted the grace with which he loitered along the deer trail. No human boy, this, but not something out of the Twilight Kingdom either. His movements spoke of a distracted mind, and a lingering that was a delay to getting somewhere he was supposed to be. The young man seemed headed roughly in the direction of the Crumrin mansion.
When he glanced her way, it made her start again. In the autumn woods her red-gold hair was less distinct, but his gaze was piercing. She nodded slightly, and made her way closer, the underbrush snagging at her long skirt.
"H'lo." His voice was wary, and he seemed unconsciously poised for flight.
“Afternoon.” She smiled, just a kindly older woman, out for a walk in the woods.
His expression grew no less cautious, and he studied her openly, which was rude.
“And what are you up to? These woods are dangerous…” Those eyes unsettled her. She felt seen through.
“No dangerous ‘n anywhere else.” It should have been bravado, but it wasn’t. His tone said he knew exactly what was in these woods, had measured himself against it, and knew the stakes. “’M just visiting a friend.”
“You don’t look happy about it.”
This at last struck home, and his gaze dropped away. Gloved hands fidgeted. “She’s a ‘ard friend to talk to, ‘s all.”
“And you have something hard to tell her?” She felt more confident now that she’d made him nervous. He didn’t act like any fae she’d ever seen. Her reward for the question was a very human reaction, with the sharp intake of breath and the darting glance.
He only nodded.
“That probably means it’s worth saying.” She sighed, resigned to letting him go.
He seemed to think on this, and come to a decision. “Um, thanks.” With a nod he hurried off, lost in thought but with a much quicker step, rushing to his destination now to divulge his secrets.
She watched him go, envious.

[shadowtricker.livejournal.com]

Oh dear, I didn't realize I'd forgotten to reply. I was simply that much in awe. ;-) This is beautiful. You've got Thorn down quite well here, sullen and wary. You really ought to do more with Persephone. She will make such an excellent foil to Aloysius.

[reymonkey.livejournal.com]

Hey, it's cool. I think I partly didn't give him much dialogue because I know I can't write him the way you do. I know I need to do more with Persephy. I just... have trouble coming up with stuff and following through, but rest assured she's still around. It is totally her fault he's on the no-fly list. Because.