Last Lines Written or wips?
I was tagged in a variety of games, so allow me to just share one tiny snippet in a single post! Tagged by: @fireflyeyes, @dynamicducks, @saylofwaterdeep, and @ele-millennial-weirdo.
Hi guys!! Looks like that demon Clementine has power over me again, and we might get a new Terms of Affection update NEXT WEEK.
Sadly, that demon decided my first draft of the dance scene wasn't enough, so I am reworking it. I just spent an hour searching for the perfect inspo song for them. Since I have a lot of love for Belgium, and more importantly, for a song 't Smidje, we call the "Belgian dance" (belgijka) in Polish, we are having so much fun with it!
She turned to look at him with such profound betrayal that he briefly considered apologizing to the entire concept of music. Her fingers had begun, some minutes ago, to drum against the table in the tempo the band was failing to find, and had not stopped since.
"That is a reel. A reel, Gale. A reel is supposed to move. A reel is supposed to make old men remember being young and young men forget being shy. That - " she pointed at the floor with her wine, an accusation, " - is a procession. Those people are not dancing. They are waiting in line for a dance that is never going to arrive."
"Perhaps they are tired."
"I am frequently tired, Gale. I have performed with a broken finger, a broken heart, and once, memorably, a broken violin that I finished the set on out of pure spite. Tired is not the crime here." She set the glass down with the click of a verdict being entered into record. "The crime is that they do not want anything. Music without wanting is furniture. And these people deserve better than furniture."
Her eyes moved across the room once more - the slumped dockworkers, the men yawning into their cups, one old woman by the wall whose hands were folded in her lap as though she had given up waiting for a reason to unfold them - and then those pink eyes came back around to him, and Gale watched the anger convert itself, with alarming efficiency, into intention.
He knew that look. He had seen it exactly twice before, and both times his life had become significantly more complicated within the minute.
"No," he said, preemptively.
"You do not even know what I am going to say."
"I know that expression. That is the expression you wore before you jumped off a table."
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