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arrys_girlie and rockfic, I shall attempt to drag myself out of this deep blue self pitying funk by posting a snippet from a fic I'm writing that I'm rather proud of. This piece, again, took me twenty minutes - it just appearing in my head and bam, I did wrote it.
Enjoy.
~*~
They remembered heat.
Volcanic liquidity, the ferocious first furnace of the planet’s birth that roiled and seethed along the underside of the semi-liquid matrix of the crystalline beginnings of the crust. Then the explosion to cool, time flickering past in a storm of images and sensations. The first rains, first oceans, the staggering blast of yet more time to wear that early rock to gravel, to sand, to dust, and then to be compressed and heated and subsumed back into molten freedom once more.
Another shove and the stone remembered being birthed once more, again and again the cycle of time and weathering and more time and--
Then a long sleep under the surface, a layer of unyielding granite, hearing surface water sinking through the ground to slide along the top layer, the dark whisperings of subterranean water - and other things - writhing far below. And always the heat and the pressure and all of a sudden it was cold, a crack of light enlarging and there were men with chisels and explosives.
Barely time to wake and see the sky before it was sliced, bisected and split and moved from its natal ground, each piece but a splinter of the overmind of the Earth, broken from the whole and crying.
Heaped by the hand of the naked ape, carved and worked and left to bake in the sun and freeze in the worst the surface weather could throw the pile of stones that was the castle began to see itself as a coherent, single entity. It learned from the souls of those that flowed through its halls, slept under the protection of its roofs, maintained it and poured themselves and their love and their lives into its service.
Individuals meant little. Tiny lives crawled fleeting across the granite, the slow sweep of the river something to anchor itself to, the memories of water and tree and life itself a comfort if it ever missed the anonymity of the great mass of the Earth, forever lost to it until time ground it once more to dust.
But emotions it felt, souls that cried out and strove for greater things. The black robed priests that sang to the glory of their God, the knights whose armour clashed in the halls as the hooves of their horses tore the ground of its courtyards. The sighing of the women at their tapestry, the screams of those who died as the halls burned. More, then, building and extending and fighting again, lances replaced with cannon and swords with rifles; a heartbeat, a breath - or so it seemed - and cannons were mortars and rifles machine guns. Death fell from the sky and the castle looked for protection, finding it in one who understood such things and carved the rosy cross above the door, never to be removed.
Peace once more, and the castle still slumbered in its loneliness, remembering every mouse that scuttled through its rafters and committing all to a memory that would last until it returned to earth, to share with every living thing that was part of the whole.
And magic.
Now there was magic, and the castle found itself stirred more than it had ever been since the chivalry of the knights errant had woken it to coherence with their noble desires - linked with their baser urges that had led to dark deeds in dark corners, the war of human nature played out over and over again at every level.
It had seen love and hate, drunk the blood of friend and enemy and risen through it all to brood here on its clifftop, watching the ever changing vista of the river and the landscape it was so much a part of. And now came a man who touched its soul, and it showed him all its memories and marvelled at his mind, that brief bright flicker that somehow encompassed its unimaginably long existence. And it did his bidding, charmed by the bravery and audacity of the one, and when he brought others it showed them, too.
Once more he asked, and the castle - content that its entirety would not be lost to the glitter and flash of the memory of man and beast - obliged him, focusing down to the adjunct to the great hall in time to see the centaur dance along the table, cowing those who were too afraid to consider the enormity of the situation. It remembered when the forest had been thick with Arcadians like these, and mourned the passing of so much magic.
Henjo gave the consciousness a nudge, and it focused once more in time to show them the next act of its long, long life.
~*~
I just rather like it.
Oh, and turning off comments doesn't mean I don't care what people think. As far as that last post goes I was...letting off steam. Sometimes writing down what I feel helps me cope with it. *Shrug* I'm sorry if that offends.
arrys_girlie and rockfic, I shall attempt to drag myself out of this deep blue self pitying funk by posting a snippet from a fic I'm writing that I'm rather proud of. This piece, again, took me twenty minutes - it just appearing in my head and bam, I did wrote it.Enjoy.
~*~
They remembered heat.
Volcanic liquidity, the ferocious first furnace of the planet’s birth that roiled and seethed along the underside of the semi-liquid matrix of the crystalline beginnings of the crust. Then the explosion to cool, time flickering past in a storm of images and sensations. The first rains, first oceans, the staggering blast of yet more time to wear that early rock to gravel, to sand, to dust, and then to be compressed and heated and subsumed back into molten freedom once more.
Another shove and the stone remembered being birthed once more, again and again the cycle of time and weathering and more time and--
Then a long sleep under the surface, a layer of unyielding granite, hearing surface water sinking through the ground to slide along the top layer, the dark whisperings of subterranean water - and other things - writhing far below. And always the heat and the pressure and all of a sudden it was cold, a crack of light enlarging and there were men with chisels and explosives.
Barely time to wake and see the sky before it was sliced, bisected and split and moved from its natal ground, each piece but a splinter of the overmind of the Earth, broken from the whole and crying.
Heaped by the hand of the naked ape, carved and worked and left to bake in the sun and freeze in the worst the surface weather could throw the pile of stones that was the castle began to see itself as a coherent, single entity. It learned from the souls of those that flowed through its halls, slept under the protection of its roofs, maintained it and poured themselves and their love and their lives into its service.
Individuals meant little. Tiny lives crawled fleeting across the granite, the slow sweep of the river something to anchor itself to, the memories of water and tree and life itself a comfort if it ever missed the anonymity of the great mass of the Earth, forever lost to it until time ground it once more to dust.
But emotions it felt, souls that cried out and strove for greater things. The black robed priests that sang to the glory of their God, the knights whose armour clashed in the halls as the hooves of their horses tore the ground of its courtyards. The sighing of the women at their tapestry, the screams of those who died as the halls burned. More, then, building and extending and fighting again, lances replaced with cannon and swords with rifles; a heartbeat, a breath - or so it seemed - and cannons were mortars and rifles machine guns. Death fell from the sky and the castle looked for protection, finding it in one who understood such things and carved the rosy cross above the door, never to be removed.
Peace once more, and the castle still slumbered in its loneliness, remembering every mouse that scuttled through its rafters and committing all to a memory that would last until it returned to earth, to share with every living thing that was part of the whole.
And magic.
Now there was magic, and the castle found itself stirred more than it had ever been since the chivalry of the knights errant had woken it to coherence with their noble desires - linked with their baser urges that had led to dark deeds in dark corners, the war of human nature played out over and over again at every level.
It had seen love and hate, drunk the blood of friend and enemy and risen through it all to brood here on its clifftop, watching the ever changing vista of the river and the landscape it was so much a part of. And now came a man who touched its soul, and it showed him all its memories and marvelled at his mind, that brief bright flicker that somehow encompassed its unimaginably long existence. And it did his bidding, charmed by the bravery and audacity of the one, and when he brought others it showed them, too.
Once more he asked, and the castle - content that its entirety would not be lost to the glitter and flash of the memory of man and beast - obliged him, focusing down to the adjunct to the great hall in time to see the centaur dance along the table, cowing those who were too afraid to consider the enormity of the situation. It remembered when the forest had been thick with Arcadians like these, and mourned the passing of so much magic.
Henjo gave the consciousness a nudge, and it focused once more in time to show them the next act of its long, long life.
~*~
I just rather like it.
Oh, and turning off comments doesn't mean I don't care what people think. As far as that last post goes I was...letting off steam. Sometimes writing down what I feel helps me cope with it. *Shrug* I'm sorry if that offends.
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Date: 2006-05-14 06:11 pm (UTC)(I didn't mind the lack of comments, by the way. Obviously, since I just toddled off somewhere else to run my yap.)
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Date: 2006-05-14 06:28 pm (UTC)And it wasn't offensive - I got to say what I wanted to, I just wanted you to know it would save you from hearing my opinion. :D
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Date: 2006-05-14 08:53 pm (UTC)Fucking amazing.
Oh and Andy? *hugs* Love you, and you're a damned good friend.
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Date: 2006-05-14 09:31 pm (UTC)Great beginning, by the way. More?
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Date: 2006-05-14 09:38 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-05-14 10:39 pm (UTC)[working on his Reading List]
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Date: 2006-05-15 12:13 am (UTC)Oh and one more thing, I would definitely miss you if you were gone. You showed me the world of Bandfic, for which I am eternally grateful for. Trust me, you mean a lot to me. Plus who else would lust after my Dirk pics? ;)
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Date: 2006-05-15 02:45 am (UTC)You're a lovely person, Andy, don't ever forget that.
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Date: 2006-05-15 03:03 am (UTC)