I sing of Freedom [3/3]

[amerecles]

Here's the last part. I didn't think I was going to make it because there was just one scene that wouldn't write no matter what I did. The result is pretty shoddy, but it's not as bad as it could be.

.-.~.-.~.-.~.-.~.-.~.-.~.-.~.-.~.-.~.-.~.-.~.-.~.-.~.-.~.-.In the end, Alfred wasn't sure what made him stay. He could have easily overpowered Toris

Comments

[nym_aulth]

*raises hand* I enjoyed! Very much <3

[tsubasafeathers]

If you feel like redoing it I suggest you do once you get inspiration. Is it because of the contest (the time constraint?) ? If so you forgot to add a tag...

[tsubasafeathers]

...I just checked the main comm nevermind lol XD

[amerecles]

Yeah, it was the time constraint. And I probably won't end up redoing it because I have Dreamscape to finish and then 4 more chapter fic ideas and a kink meme fill. I'm vury busy ;A;

[poewrote0onboth]

Knowing you, I'd be truthful. You could have done better with more time. The style and their relationship felt really rushed and a little unbelievable, but that's just me.

Also Pruliet, wtf woman?

Also, looky, random poem: Pasternak:
Storm, Momentary, Forever

Then summer said goodbye

to the station. Lifting its cap,

the thunder took souvenirs,

hundreds of shots on the fly.

The lilac went black. And that

instant, gathering whole armfuls

of lightning, the far clearing lit

the white station-master’s shack.

And when the whole roof ran

with a fierce torrent of malice,

and, like charcoal onto a sketch,

the rain crashed down on the fence,

consciousness started to flash,

here, it seems, flooding in play

even the corners of mind

where it’s always bright as day.

Below, the black shows through,

and the wind’s furrowed with cries:

the more freely, the more truly

then, sobbing verse is realised.