Apr 26
being in love is sooo embarrassing for her, you guys
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being in love is sooo embarrassing for her, you guys
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WIP Wednesday!
I finally get to do one of these, much thanks to @nerevarbean for tagging me! Some of these WIPs I've had sitting in my folder for a while, but gonna share them anyways because I can.
I gotta actually finish this sometime soon, but older WIP I had going of Tilven, obligatory Moon-and-Star ring and symbolism coming soon lmao
These next ones aren't TES, more of my original works (KT- or Knotted Threads), of my boy Nkosi, who is basically my "main villain" (if anyone remembers Nevosi from my older TES days, basically a "remake" of him-- also using that as an excuse to share this amazing art of old Nevosi by my dear friend @monoshikis (I still love this one a lot))
Very messy, as I'm trying to figure out how I want his natural hair to be.
Bonus- super old sketch of Nkosi and his daughter Tsehara out on a hunt (you can tell I spent more time on that collar-jewelry than the hands lmaooo)
Anyways, going to tag some folks, but absolutely zero pressure to do so @arimabari @monoshikis (double tags for you sorry lmao) @ literally anyone else who wants to, seriously do it, say I tagged you if you want (I gotta go do errands byyyeeee)
au where nateās family is (mostly) still alive means more things to give holland anxiety about š
He hesitated for a moment, and she could feel him looking at her, considering his words. "I, ah, I told my parents about you." She glanced over at him, startled, then quickly turned her attention back to the road. They were nearing the exit, if one could call it that, for Wayhaven, the highway thinning into a rural two-lane that wound through fields and woods, the landscape blurring past in a smear of whites and greys. "You did?" she asked finally, her voice careful, neutral. "Yeah," he said, running his thumb along the curve of her kneecap. "They want to meet you." "Oh." Her heart gave a quick, painful thump, her mouth gone suddenly dry. "I...seriously?" He laughed softly and squeezed her knee. "Yes, seriously," he said, sounding amused. "Is that so surprising?" She shrugged, fingers flexing against the steering wheel. "I don't know," she replied, turning onto the long stretch of road that would eventually lead to her motherās house. "I guess Iāve just never really done the whole 'meet the parents' thing before." "Really?" he asked, sounding genuinely surprised. "Never?" "Nope," she confirmed, shaking her head. "Not like, on purpose, anyway. I'm sure I've met various parents at some point or another. But not like...not formally. Not in the whole, āI'm introducing you to my family' kind of way." Her heart was thudding an unsteady beat, a rush of blood in her ears, and she had the sudden, irrational fear that he could somehow hear it, too. "Hmm," he murmured, his tone thoughtful, serious in a way she couldn't entirely decipher. Then, more teasingly: "So I'd be your first, then?" Holland rolled her eyes, relaxing a fraction. "Sure," she said dryly, a smile pulling at her lips despite herself. "Congratulations. Would you like a medal?"
I think this might be my favorite opening I've ever written.
in some ways, this breakup arc is merely a thinly veiled excuse to indulge in yearning!Nate letter-writing:
It isn't true. It could never be true. I have been many things without you, but happier is not one of them. Your absence is an ache that never subsides. My fingers trace the places I used to hold you and find only shadow. I grasp at your ghost, but there's no true shape to it; it slips from my hands each time, until I'm left sitting here at my desk in the dead of night, another letter I cannot bear to send half-finished and crumpled before me.
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wip wednesday
thank you for tagging me @serenpedac! š
sticking with trying to finish at least one more prompt (or portion thereof, in this case) for @/wayhavenvalentines, a snippet from maybe the only truly happy chapter of the breakup series:
Her hair was a little longer, brushing against the tops of her shoulders. Unless heād begun to imagine her with an attention to oddly specific potential detail, that seemed a point in favor of her not being a figment of his imagination. āHi.ā She sounded real. Tired, maybe, butā¦unimagined. āYouāre back.ā His voice was not as steady as he would have liked it to be. Was she back? Please be back, he thought. āSurprise?ā She gave him a small, uncertain twitch of a smile, her hands shoved deep into her jacket pockets as if to keep them still.
tagging (no pressure ofc!): @turtleybeachin, @carriehobbs, @agentnatesewell, @mornynge, @wayhavenots, @ohmypawsandwhiskers, @butchselkie and *you* <3
this scene really is just holland giving her version of burke's season 2 speech where he tells cristina he loves her (the "I love you. What the hell is the matter with you that you won't just let me?" one) except she is just internally monologuing it to and about herself š
like:
[It] hits her like a punch, sharp and sudden and to the softest parts of her, the ones that have only ever wanted to be wanted. And then she really is crying, tears streaking down her cheeks, because what the fuck is wrong with her that she can't just let herself have this?
and now I can't unsee it, so you all get to know how deeply grey's anatomy has subliminally imprinted on my brain lol
wip wednesday
tagged by beloveds @wayhavenots and @turtleybeachin (tysm, pals!)
another valentines snippet, in honor of finding The Title (and of this being a definitely-postably-finished prompt-fill lol):
He makes a soft, inquiring sound, and Holland almost asks. The questions sit on her tongue, formed and ready: Are you that afraid you'll hurt me? Or the worse one, the one that feels more vulnerable than baring her actual throat: Are you that afraid I'll let you?
feeling small-brained tonight sooo open tag? (if you're sharing things, i do very much want to read them!!)