writing without a notebook II

[jimandblair]

just in case anyine wanders into the fic in the comments

it prolly deserves a warning along the lines of: deals with mental illness, depression, grief....

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[jimandblair]

:: Steve

[saphirablue]

::You want me to feed the babies?”::
Why not Steve? :)

“My daughter says we have building blocks inside of us creating a brilliant glass citadel reaching for the sky, we build buildings, towers, roads and arches as we progress through life,” Sainsbury said. “Sometimes life knocks parts of the castle down. A little tower or an antechamber can be easily repaired, but a cataclysmic hit can damage the foundations. When the foundations are damaged, scaffolding is needed until repairs are made. The tincture provides the scaffolding for as long as it is needed.”

This, so much!

[jimandblair]

I saw a tumblr post which said (paraphrasing):

If you can't make your own neurotransmitters; store bought is fine.

There was a lot of resonance with the paragraph.

[saphirablue]

Yeah, totally agree.

[jimandblair]

“I have written a draft letter to the Rethwellen diplomat, if this is agreed the same letter will form the basis of the letter to the Guard Commander at the Pass.” The scribe passed the draft to the King’s Own Herald for his input

[jimandblair]

::Steve?”:: Danny sent

[saphirablue]

Awesome! Awesome! Awesome!

[saphirablue]

Oh, Steve. :(

Danny, you are awesome! :)

[rungirl60]

Loving this fic! It is so Steve and Danny, but in such a different time and place.

[jimandblair]

are you familiar with the 'verse and source? I'm writing it fast and posting unbetaed, which is somewhat experimental* but it's proving quite good fun. I am aware it's not blocked and as structured as I normally write. I figure that will come afterwards.

*euphemisms for the win

[jimandblair]

~*~

Danny dropped in on the way to another meeting. He set a miniature pastry topped with a sweet, sugar coated crocus on Steve’s blanket covered lap.

“Treat,” he said, and planted a kiss on the top of Steve’s head. “See you later.”

Steve turned in his seat and watched him strut off, arms swinging.

What?

~*~

[saphirablue]

This is such an adorable image - Danny bringing Steve a treat (and checking how he's doing). The kiss. The strutting! And I now imagine Steve looking adorable confused about this.

♥

[jimandblair]

I did like that paragraph - it kind of like sums up the fic.

I do think that I have a trope: competent and wise, loving Danny, and hot-mess Steve, who tries his best against all odds.

[saphirablue]

Yes, it does. :)

Me too! I mean, I like it the other way round too but in your fics? ♥ This is like the best chocolate ever with some ice cream and your favourite cookies together. :)