BookBird24

Love does not yield. It does not fear, Or falter. It does not shake In the face of the coming storm. Its roots run deep. Sturdy. Secure. Love does not yield.

It is man that stumbles. Hesitates. Trembles. It is man that fears the fall. He waits out the storm, Seeks shelter, And never sees what gifts the wind brings. Man yields.

So now, I have a cup that is 80% ice, 20% Mtn. Dew (because caffeine) and I'm sitting down to write my WIP for the first time in, like, a month.

'because plot reasons' (my favorite kind of reason)

"oops, spoilers!" (I'm the only one with access to this doc -- and I already know what's going to happen. Mostly.)

'why? because I said so." (another favorite reason of mine.)

'This is bullsh*t. I know this is bullsh*t. It will remain bullsh*t until future me comes up with a better version of said bullsh*t.' (I'm a very articulate person, in case you couldn't tell.)

"because she’s not here to fall in love, goddamnit, she’s here to save the world so if her heart could get with the program she’d appreciate it." (10/10, no notes. Pretty sure this was written at like, 3 am. so *shrug*)

I seriously haven't been able to write much in the last month (writers block & real life getting in the way) and then I post a chapter for a fic that I personally thought was not my best work, get four comments in the span of a day, and suddenly I'm right back in it, words flowing faster than I can actually type them.

Honestly, the fanfic community is literally magical. There really is nothing like it.

Pros: It is an idea.

Cons: It is maybe the most terrible, horrible, no good, very bad, best great idea in the history of everything ever.

She leaned against the railing, breathing in the crisp, salty air and letting the wind whip her hair around her face wildly. Despite everything, despite all the horrible things that had brought her here to this moment, standing on the deck of a pirate ship, sharing the midnight air with a pirate captain she wasn't even sure she like, she couldn’t help feeling somehow freer than she ever had. 

The dark water reflected every star in the sky, giving the illusion that the ship was sailing through the expanse of night itself. Soraya watched as a pod of dolphins surfaced not twenty feet from the ship, sending a spray of watery mist into the air before diving back beneath the surface.  

She could still see Nik from the corner of her eye, one arm still tucked under his head. His eyes were closed, or she might have thought he was watching the stars. Gods knew she’d spent enough time the first two nights craning her neck to look at the sky after the sun fell. She’d never seen the stars like this, so many of them and so, so bright. 

“I like it up here.” His voice startled her, and she turned to look at him only to find him already looking back. He met her gaze for a bare moment before turning his eyes back to the sky. “I don’t like small places - don’t like feeling trapped. But out here,” he took a deep breath of sea air, the wind blowing his hair wildly, and she didn’t think she’d ever seen him so vulnerable, so open. He laid there on the deck like a man free of worries or fears, but his voice carried a familiar weight. 

She wondered if he somehow knew what she’d been thinking. Wondered if, maybe, he’d been trapped before, like she had. She wondered if either of them had ever really made it out, or if his memories trapped him the same way hers did.