For the fanfic Ask question, for "astronomy in reverse" s, z, q, f.
S: Any fandom tropes you canât resist?
For this particular story? âMeeting in spite of everythingâ is probably a big one here, in a âmeant to beâ way. Just, you know... the thought of them affecting each otherâs lives in pretty much the same way regardless of the circumstances is what always gets me. The idea of their fates - mostly through the TARDIS and, along with it, Time itself - is fascinating to me and thatâs pretty much the reason why this fic is taking so long; itâs one of the bigger, deeper fanfic projects Iâve tried to delve into.
Telepathy/mind links are also a big thing in it (and also a big thing for me in general, honestly), in the sense that thereâs a looot of focus on looking into each otherâs thought processes (especially since I want River to essentially be close enough/intertwined enough with the TARDIS to be her daughter in an even more literal sense towards the end).
Z: Major character deathâdo you ever write/read it? Is there a character whose death you canât tolerate?
Big fan. Iâve written it plenty of times and itâs mostly for the sake of writing the reaction from the people left behind, so no, I wouldnât say thereâs anyone untouchable for me. In fact, Iâve killed off the majority of my favourite characters the most times in fic, regardless of fandom. ;D As for reading... Less so. Itâs not a limit for me or anything, but Iâm very sensitive about character deaths and the way theyâre carried out - I prefer âem the specific ways in which I imagine them and sort of try to ignore the rest.
Q: How do you feel about collaborations?
I like them! Theyâre a bit tricky, considering that my writing schedule (when mixing with work and uni) is hectic at best, but I do love doing them when I have more free time/am sure that Iâll be able to do my part in time.
F: Share a snippet from one of your favorite dialogue scenes youâve written and explain why youâre proud of it.
This one is long as hĐľll, but I really do love it. Itâs from yet another Jonerys Parental Reveal (TM)Â fic from last summer:
Her gaze darted towards him again. âDoes the fire bother you?â
âNo.â It was rather warm, now that sheâd mentioned it, but not enough to distract him from the swift change of topic. âWhat does it matter?â
âGive me your hand.â He did. Daenerys intertwined their fingers and brought them closer to herself, her hold light and casual as always even as Jonâs grip tightened around her reflexively at the sudden influx of heat. âDoes it burn now?â
âItâsâ.â This was important to her, but figuring out how exactly was a struggle. It wasnât unbearable, but it wasnât far from it either; just the worse side of âunpleasantâ. âIt is really hot.â
âBut youâre never cold.â The statement was stuck somewhere between an accusation and a question.
âI told you; Iâm just used to it. I lived on the Wall for years.â Jon didnât move away, eager to get as close to the bottom of this as possible. âWhatââ
It was too late â sheâd let him go and had recoiled once again, somehow even more distant than before. Her hand was inching closer to the crackling fire at the edge almost absently. Jon forced himself to look away. âItâs nothing.â
Jon suppressed a sigh. He loved her, he knew that much by now, but it was so much easier when she wasnât holding back so much; when they could be open in their questions to one another.
âIt doesnât matter,â she said at last, voice oddly uncertain.
âNo.â Her smile was much more genuine now. âIt doesnât.â
Daenerys shifted around in the limited space between them until they were pressed closer to each other and Jon could feel the warmth of her washing over him when she leant in, hair cascading over her shoulders and brushing his chest. This he loved far too much already â the occasional playfulness and all the life that poured out of every gesture she made. âBecause youâre never cold.â
Her enthusiasm was infectious. Jon wrapped an arm around her waist to steady her, but made no move to get either of them in a more comfortable position. âThat doesnât make any sense.â
âIt does,â she assured him; a promise as tinged with sadness as it was with hope. Her fingers were tracing over his cheeks, down his jawline, as if she was trying to map out his features to remember later. âIt will.â
I love it because it was my best case scenario for this plotline - I wanted Dany to learn it first, somehow, and get the chance to get used to the idea of what it means as far as her idea of family and belonging and Jon goes. Obviously it was never going to happen - the ball had to be dropped on Jon first, since itâs his ball - but it was fun while it could still count as potential canon.
Also, canât resist, Iâm going to add another one under this question because Iâve been going through the outline of the sequel of this fic for literally over a year now and the canon happenings mostly solidified my Lannister-related thoughts on this matter. Itâs Jaime and Cersei, in a conversation about kid #4.
âBy the time she was born, I had already realised what the outcome of the war might be. If I were to runââ A pause. âShe would become a target too. For all I know, she already has.â
âTyrion wouldnât allow it,â Jaime protests immediately. âHe loves the children, and since you spared his lifeââ
âI didnât spare his life because of this,â Cersei says, irritated. âItâs justâFather said it himself: itâs the family name that matters and weâre the last of us.â
Father. Jaime isnât sure why his siblings keep squabbling between each other when theyâre so much alike; trying to defy their family and follow its words to the smallest detail at the same time. For a quick, fleeting moment, he hates them all, but then his sister speaks again. âAnd I was not referring to Tyrion.â
âThe remaining Targaryens could feel threatened by a Lannister heir,â Jaime nods and the mere possibility of that sends a cold frisson of fear down his spine â he doesnât know either of them well enough to be able to tell what they would do.
âThey wonât ever find us again either way,â Cersei shrugs, âbut threatened suits me just fine.â
Ah, there she is. This is what Jaime had been trying to coax out of her on their first night on the ship, because itâs what she is, for better or for worse; irrational and frustrating and unpredictable, and the return of it all is only made better by the sailor coming back, this time not alone.
Just... I love character study seen through the eyes of people conflicted about their identity, future, and place in the world, what can I say.