So.
My gran died last night. She'd been ill for a bit, so it's not like we weren't expecting it, but still. Kinda throws a dampener on the day.
Right. Just needed to mention that.
Anyway, now I'm stuck in the void of awkward emotion and don't feel like finishing the story I started last night. Which is annoying, because I really liked where it was going. A bit cliché really, two angels, one like the sun watching over the day, and his sister like the moon watching over the night. But the sister did something terrible (though it wasn't her fault), and had her wings ripped out, and with them her laughter and tears, and was thrown down to the earth below. Her brother tried to hold onto her and keep them both up with his own wings, but their hearts were too heavy so they were both sent tumbling down to earth.
And then it kind of split in my head, so now it's a mulch of two stories that need to be separated. The first (an allegory of sorts) is about the sun angel falling in love with the night, and her binding him with streetlights and scaring the dark away.
The second is about two angels (new characters I have yet to devise the specifics of) living on a magnificent fountain covered with other stone angels, and no-one notices them as that's where angels are supposed to be, and even if they move they just see the wings and complain about geese and such. Except small children, because they still believe that angels are real because no-one told them otherwise. And sometimes old people too. And anyone who's a dreamer. Because that's how it always is with these things.
I guess it's pretty easy to guess who the angels are supposed to be, not to mention the night and the dark. If you don't know now you'll know when it's finished, if you know their counterparts already. But I'm just rambling now. I need the distraction. But I have work to do so I'll stop.
Also an angel with golden skin and black wings would be absolutely gorgeous, no? Though kinda out of place in a fountain. One more character to do, I guess.
Right. Just needed to mention that.
Anyway, now I'm stuck in the void of awkward emotion and don't feel like finishing the story I started last night. Which is annoying, because I really liked where it was going. A bit cliché really, two angels, one like the sun watching over the day, and his sister like the moon watching over the night. But the sister did something terrible (though it wasn't her fault), and had her wings ripped out, and with them her laughter and tears, and was thrown down to the earth below. Her brother tried to hold onto her and keep them both up with his own wings, but their hearts were too heavy so they were both sent tumbling down to earth.
And then it kind of split in my head, so now it's a mulch of two stories that need to be separated. The first (an allegory of sorts) is about the sun angel falling in love with the night, and her binding him with streetlights and scaring the dark away.
The second is about two angels (new characters I have yet to devise the specifics of) living on a magnificent fountain covered with other stone angels, and no-one notices them as that's where angels are supposed to be, and even if they move they just see the wings and complain about geese and such. Except small children, because they still believe that angels are real because no-one told them otherwise. And sometimes old people too. And anyone who's a dreamer. Because that's how it always is with these things.
I guess it's pretty easy to guess who the angels are supposed to be, not to mention the night and the dark. If you don't know now you'll know when it's finished, if you know their counterparts already. But I'm just rambling now. I need the distraction. But I have work to do so I'll stop.
Also an angel with golden skin and black wings would be absolutely gorgeous, no? Though kinda out of place in a fountain. One more character to do, I guess.