i hear you call my name and it feels like home
Just submitted something. A little thing, but still *whew* it's never easy. (Nor should it ever be.) I feel this urge to commentfic it, even though it's not out and might not ever be and no one even knows the characters.
I have a question, though I know authors aren't supposed to comment on reviews. But this is more an honestly befuddled question. People seem... excited? Over the locations? They say things like "it has 7800 locations!!" That's a thing? People have a locations thing? Or is that just unusual?
I'm missing something aren't I?
Jane (Davitt) says Torquere is also doing a charity thing, for NOH8 this year. The theme is leather. That could be interesting to do as well.
Also here, just because:
“Clematis is a flower name.” Damn, Bertie was fast. Too fast. “Was that the fairy you spoke of before?” Arthur couldn’t smell herbs but the air seemed to be getting hotter, smokier, like Bertie’s voice as he put together Arthur’s words in the way that Arthur had been afraid of. “Arthur when you said you don’t have people in your past… do you mean that despite the fairy….” He twitched, like he had to stop himself from moving. The very air around him grew hot, and Arthur thought of earthquakes again, something earth-shattering just beneath the surface that had Bertie excited. “Arthur are you pure of body as well?”
It took everything Arthur had to shake his head, though sometimes he thought everything with Clematis had been a dream. When he considered it, they’d only been together, really together, for one night and everything else had been random and quick and hurried, kisses and messing around like he’d done in high school, nothing more.
“This isn’t….” His mouth was dry. Bertie looked like he was moments from crawling onto Arthur’s lap; his heavy-lidded eyes doing nothing to disguise his wide pupils. They sparkled with interest. Arthur did his best to remind himself that if there was interest there, it was probably just curiosity, and probably amusement as well, since Arthur had basically admitted to being almost a virgin. Technically, he wasn’t, but one night wasn’t much experience and Clematis hadn’t been the kind to bend him over a table. “This isn’t appropriate.” It was a weak argument but it was an argument. Arthur had a feeling he might not have done too bad with a shield, if he’d been in one of those old stories, though he still couldn’t imagine himself using a sword, not even the way he’d pretended to as a child.
I have a question, though I know authors aren't supposed to comment on reviews. But this is more an honestly befuddled question. People seem... excited? Over the locations? They say things like "it has 7800 locations!!" That's a thing? People have a locations thing? Or is that just unusual?
I'm missing something aren't I?
Jane (Davitt) says Torquere is also doing a charity thing, for NOH8 this year. The theme is leather. That could be interesting to do as well.
Also here, just because:
“Clematis is a flower name.” Damn, Bertie was fast. Too fast. “Was that the fairy you spoke of before?” Arthur couldn’t smell herbs but the air seemed to be getting hotter, smokier, like Bertie’s voice as he put together Arthur’s words in the way that Arthur had been afraid of. “Arthur when you said you don’t have people in your past… do you mean that despite the fairy….” He twitched, like he had to stop himself from moving. The very air around him grew hot, and Arthur thought of earthquakes again, something earth-shattering just beneath the surface that had Bertie excited. “Arthur are you pure of body as well?”
It took everything Arthur had to shake his head, though sometimes he thought everything with Clematis had been a dream. When he considered it, they’d only been together, really together, for one night and everything else had been random and quick and hurried, kisses and messing around like he’d done in high school, nothing more.
“This isn’t….” His mouth was dry. Bertie looked like he was moments from crawling onto Arthur’s lap; his heavy-lidded eyes doing nothing to disguise his wide pupils. They sparkled with interest. Arthur did his best to remind himself that if there was interest there, it was probably just curiosity, and probably amusement as well, since Arthur had basically admitted to being almost a virgin. Technically, he wasn’t, but one night wasn’t much experience and Clematis hadn’t been the kind to bend him over a table. “This isn’t appropriate.” It was a weak argument but it was an argument. Arthur had a feeling he might not have done too bad with a shield, if he’d been in one of those old stories, though he still couldn’t imagine himself using a sword, not even the way he’d pretended to as a child.
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