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katernater) wrote2006-05-24 08:51 pm
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Just something I wrote today for an upcoming Bent Reality plotpoint. Unfinished (because I had to go copy/collate some stuff) and because I'm not entirely pleased with it:
The acoustic resonance of her absence rings in his ears; sets his teeth on edge. Yards of black fabric draped from every hanging surface -- but only in this room. A room that, like his mind, is locked from the inside and braced by strong-shouldered guards of higher consciousness. Silence here. He has had the pendulum clock removed to another antechamber; each swing reminded him too clearly of another moment between himself and her nonpresence.
Bare feet and rolled shirtsleeves, unnecessary fire in the hearth playing sleight-of-hand with the shadows across his face. He nurses a drink -- stronger than normal to account for the weakness he feels -- and chain smokes, barely letting the smoke settle in his lungs before he stabs out one in favour of another.
At the piano now, fingers poised over the central “E”. E -- the only letter of her name available out of seven choices. He strokes each incarnation of it; tries to play them all at once but the joints of his fingers appreciate their own proximity too much to oblige him. Wooster assists: furry paws make the baritone connection at “E” and work their way up the keyboard, eighty-eight descants plinked and purred over.
I have plans for it, but have to be careful in laying out my steps. If I over-think it I over-do it. Still. I fancy the pairing enough to believe that inspiration will be forthcoming.
Two Days That Will Deplete My Checking Account:
May 30th : "Book Of The Dead"
August 22nd : "House" Season 2 DVDs
[eta:]
Oh my god: They made a movie about Leonard Cohen!
The acoustic resonance of her absence rings in his ears; sets his teeth on edge. Yards of black fabric draped from every hanging surface -- but only in this room. A room that, like his mind, is locked from the inside and braced by strong-shouldered guards of higher consciousness. Silence here. He has had the pendulum clock removed to another antechamber; each swing reminded him too clearly of another moment between himself and her nonpresence.
Bare feet and rolled shirtsleeves, unnecessary fire in the hearth playing sleight-of-hand with the shadows across his face. He nurses a drink -- stronger than normal to account for the weakness he feels -- and chain smokes, barely letting the smoke settle in his lungs before he stabs out one in favour of another.
At the piano now, fingers poised over the central “E”. E -- the only letter of her name available out of seven choices. He strokes each incarnation of it; tries to play them all at once but the joints of his fingers appreciate their own proximity too much to oblige him. Wooster assists: furry paws make the baritone connection at “E” and work their way up the keyboard, eighty-eight descants plinked and purred over.
I have plans for it, but have to be careful in laying out my steps. If I over-think it I over-do it. Still. I fancy the pairing enough to believe that inspiration will be forthcoming.
Two Days That Will Deplete My Checking Account:
May 30th : "Book Of The Dead"
August 22nd : "House" Season 2 DVDs
[eta:]
Oh my god: They made a movie about Leonard Cohen!
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Your writing is amazing.