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189 pages, 19 long chapters and 72k words in. Vivi and Robin are getting all the love and time they deserve. However, I feel kinda sad... I don't want the story to end!
I mean, I am the author. I can keep on creating more spin-off stories for them, and art, and everything. But the book must be a standalone for it to work and it's been such a joyride. I don't want it to be over :')
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Wednesday, night shift. Scribbling my lesbians in my notebook.
Dom Ruan - Apneia 10K (Dance, Eletronic, Adagio)
Cobertor Curto - Apneia 10K (House, Trance, Adagio, Eletronic)
They are my whole world.
My little angsty ballet lesbians, Vivienne and Robin
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This fills me with such ecstatic melancholy, I cannot describe it
Half the story is Vivi staring at Robin and saying: "who does she think she is, looking at me like that? I don't care if she's beautiful and sexy, she's just trying to intimidate me!"
And the other half is Robin catching Vivi staring at her and saying: "that girl is really weird. I think she's gorgeous, slightly insane, and she's definitely got a crush on me."
I love them.
As a lesbian who grew up extremely insecure but with a gigantic ego in her youth, I feel delighted when writing Vivienne. She's petty, she's excessively proud, but she's such a loser lesbian.
I mean, you spend all your time thinking about and looking at a person you've decided to deem your arch-nemesis — just because they won't stop staring at you and paying attention to everything you do?
And, at the same time, you only notice it because YOU can't stop staring at them. And they're going to find that kind of weird, at the very least?
Oh, what do you mean you can't help sighing and shuddering when they merely touch you? Is it really just because you think she's a good dancer? I mean, you're 25 YEARS OLD!
