beware of muse

[ontology]

Guys, I need to write something. Give me a prompt. Fanfiction (Lord of the Rings, Harry Potter, Doctor Who, Firefly, Emily of New Moon, primarily, but I might have my arm twisted to write in another universe) or original (which could mean any projects I have hinted about or been blatant about, or it could mean something entirely mad; I do want to write short stories based on ballads someday) -- my fingers are positively tingling and yet nothing is coming out of them. As though I haven't got countless projects I ought to go bash into shape (but lots of them are great big complicated things! and I need a dark room and some of those fresh mint chocolate cookies I made today and some atmospheric music and my laptop for those! really I do!), but, you know.

Currently I am listening to a really fabulous Nickel Creek concert streaming from NPR (ASGLKHGH THEY JUST STARTED ON "THE HOUSE CARPENTER" LOVE LOVE LOVE). You ought to have a listen, you ought. If not only because Chris Thile is positively adorable between songs, and because "The House Carpenter" is three times better live (blimey, this is nearly as good as it was at Grey Fox) and also because four instruments may never have made so much noise, though I think Crooked Still and the Sparrow Quartet might be able to give them a run for their money.

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[faeriemaiden.livejournal.com]

Oh dear, so, this is me on too much moody piano music. Slightly on-the-edge-of-AU, and possibly also hovering a wee bit on the edge of pretentious, because I am a horrid nasty creature who loves to torment my imaginary people so.


"He had never kissed her yet. Some subtle prescience always told him she was not yet ready to be kissed. He might have dared it there and then, in that hour of glamour that had transmuted everything into terms of romance and charm -- he might have even won her wholly then. But he hesitated -- and the magic moment passed."

- Emily's Quest

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It would not have happened by daylight. Daylight slipped fingers into corners and opened windows that were never meant for opening; one was careful by daylight. But there was a moment that stretched and lingered like a silk canopy (oh the underwater stillness when the sky is cobalt edged in gold) --

This is a moment. She glances over her shoulder with her slow bloom of a smile, and a sliver of moon flickering through the cloudy skein of sky cups her cheek -- it is a hand beckoning; it is enough.

His hands find her shoulders and his mouth finds her mouth, as they have long been aching to do.

[wanderlight.livejournal.com]

I'll have you know that I went and listened to moody piano music while reading this. :D But. Oh oh oh oh, Banui, it's perfect. It is perfect. And of course it wouldn't have happened by daylight, and why didn't it happen? I think I am going to pretend that this moment is canon. ♥