Fic Snippets
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grav_ityHere are some snippets from my 2007 fics.
"Remind me again why four highly trained Air Force personnel are traveling in steerage on a civilian aircraft, Carter." Jack’s request had been much funnier the first few times he’d made it, but Sam rolled her eyes and answered anyway.
“A brigadier general can’t just waltz into the Middle East, sir.”
“I was planning to sashay.”
Daniel made a very suspicious noise, reached for his headphones and retreated into the in-flight movie.
“Also sir, I think they stopped calling it ‘steerage’ shortly after the Titanic sank.”
“Watch the movie, Carter.”
“It’s about time travel, sir. It will only make me worse.”
From "Beetle's Nothing". I was so relieved that I could still write them. I spent a lot of time showing off, but the sashay line is still one of my favourites ever.
Sharon lands the Raptor perfectly.
After almost a year of instinctively bracing herself for Boomer’s inevitably botched landings, this is how Margaret knows for sure that Sharon and Boomer are two different people. Boomer couldn’t land a bird straight for all the dirt in Sagitarron. Sharon’s landings are like gliding into port on a calm sea, with only a tiny bump at the end when the hull meets with the dock. - Little Things
I love the idea that Sharon and Boomer are two different people. Grace Park does SUCH a good job of them and I love trying to put it into words. Also, Racetrack is my hero.
After that Christmas at St. Mungo’s, Neville had been much more open about his parents’ fate. After the battle in the Ministry, when he’d looked Bellatrix Lestrange in the eye and seen the full extent of her madness, he realized what his parents had faced to protect him. When Pansy looked at him with a mad gleam in her eyes and raised her eyes to cast the spell she’d just been taught, Neville Francis Longbottom closed his eyes and thought about his parents. They had survived. And so would he. - Before and After
Oh, Neville.
If he could paint Elizabeth Weir, he would paint her in oils. They were new and hard to come by out in the west, but they had a quiet and resolute sort of power in them. The kind of thing you noticed and respected automatically. The last time he’d gone into Denver, he’d seen some, all laid out on a palette for men of better means than him to buy. The rich and layered colours conveyed authority, once painted they would be hard to alter, but they would age gracefully and never give up a measure of the worth.
If he could draw Laura Beckett, he would use charcoal. Charcoal could be smudged around the edges to give a sense to movement and shaded to give a sparkle in the eye. Charcoal was simple and practical and always had something to contribute, regardless of the situation. Charcoal was forgiving of mistakes, but merciless in revealing the faults of the surface it rubbed up against. It was adaptable and strong, standing out against the background and leaving as many marks upon the user and it did upon the page.
If he could sculpt Teyla Emmagan, he would work with clay. He remembered stories from the Bible about Nebuchadnezzar and mud brick. Daniel had told him that once mud brick was fired, it was more durable than the Earth itself, standing regardless of what was done to it, protecting all that it sheltered. So many depended on Teyla and she had led her people through so much that he could not think of a better way to honour her.
If he could paint or draw or sculpt Kate Heightmeyer, he would want to do it for the rest of his life. - The West
I am so glad Melyanna made me keep that!
And in the year of 3025, Éomer King sent out messengers far and wide to invite his noble friends to the fulluhtÞeaw of his son and many of them came in spite of great distance and small stature. And Éomer King declared that his sister, The White Lady of Rohan and that his esquire, Meriadoc the Magnificent would serve young Théodred as heortemoder and heortefaeder, that they might teach the Heir of the Mark that courage and bravery depend most of all upon the strength of the heart. - Father of the Heart
I really like to show off.
And some clips of Fics to Come:
Jack and Jonas turned their horses over to a boy who had come forward and followed the chief towards the tent. There was a lot of smoke coming from it. Whoever was in that tent was receiving the full attention of the Medicine Man. The young men moved out of the way when Jack and Jonas drew near, Skaara looking determinedly at his feet, and Kasuf held the tent flap back for them to enter.
At first Jack saw nothing as his eyes adjusted to the light. He squinted through the haze of the smoke and the smell of the herbs and made out the shape of a woman lying on a bedroll next to the fire. Beside him, Jonas gasped loudly, immediately seeing why everyone was so nervous.
The woman was no Indian. Lying Down With Dogs
"It's a trifle unbecoming for a man of God to be named after a heathen barbarian, do you not think, reverend?" The young woman's tone was light and inquisitive, but beneath the veneer of civility lurked her utmost disdain.
"The men of Northern Europe were among the first to come to the Cross, child," It was said that Reverend Thor could move the very rocks when he set his mind to it, and he could masquerade civility with the best of them. "Perhaps when you have completed your education in the history of the faith you would peddle, you will understand." Workers for the Cause
Marcus has been a sleepwalker all his life, and he never left a tidy room behind him on his nightly journeys. A few modifications to the door had been enough to hinder most of his ambling, but for some reason he had made it out of his room this time. His pillows and sheets were strewn everywhere and on top of them were several of his canvasses, torn down from their wall hangings. In their places, propped against the wall, were portraits he didn't remember painting. The expedition leaders stared down at him, small pieces of their faces falling off and forming other shapes in murky backgrounds and everywhere Sheppard leered at him.
He had to talk to Kate. Mulberry Bush
"Remind me again why four highly trained Air Force personnel are traveling in steerage on a civilian aircraft, Carter." Jack’s request had been much funnier the first few times he’d made it, but Sam rolled her eyes and answered anyway.
“A brigadier general can’t just waltz into the Middle East, sir.”
“I was planning to sashay.”
Daniel made a very suspicious noise, reached for his headphones and retreated into the in-flight movie.
“Also sir, I think they stopped calling it ‘steerage’ shortly after the Titanic sank.”
“Watch the movie, Carter.”
“It’s about time travel, sir. It will only make me worse.”
From "Beetle's Nothing". I was so relieved that I could still write them. I spent a lot of time showing off, but the sashay line is still one of my favourites ever.
Sharon lands the Raptor perfectly.
After almost a year of instinctively bracing herself for Boomer’s inevitably botched landings, this is how Margaret knows for sure that Sharon and Boomer are two different people. Boomer couldn’t land a bird straight for all the dirt in Sagitarron. Sharon’s landings are like gliding into port on a calm sea, with only a tiny bump at the end when the hull meets with the dock. - Little Things
I love the idea that Sharon and Boomer are two different people. Grace Park does SUCH a good job of them and I love trying to put it into words. Also, Racetrack is my hero.
After that Christmas at St. Mungo’s, Neville had been much more open about his parents’ fate. After the battle in the Ministry, when he’d looked Bellatrix Lestrange in the eye and seen the full extent of her madness, he realized what his parents had faced to protect him. When Pansy looked at him with a mad gleam in her eyes and raised her eyes to cast the spell she’d just been taught, Neville Francis Longbottom closed his eyes and thought about his parents. They had survived. And so would he. - Before and After
Oh, Neville.
If he could paint Elizabeth Weir, he would paint her in oils. They were new and hard to come by out in the west, but they had a quiet and resolute sort of power in them. The kind of thing you noticed and respected automatically. The last time he’d gone into Denver, he’d seen some, all laid out on a palette for men of better means than him to buy. The rich and layered colours conveyed authority, once painted they would be hard to alter, but they would age gracefully and never give up a measure of the worth.
If he could draw Laura Beckett, he would use charcoal. Charcoal could be smudged around the edges to give a sense to movement and shaded to give a sparkle in the eye. Charcoal was simple and practical and always had something to contribute, regardless of the situation. Charcoal was forgiving of mistakes, but merciless in revealing the faults of the surface it rubbed up against. It was adaptable and strong, standing out against the background and leaving as many marks upon the user and it did upon the page.
If he could sculpt Teyla Emmagan, he would work with clay. He remembered stories from the Bible about Nebuchadnezzar and mud brick. Daniel had told him that once mud brick was fired, it was more durable than the Earth itself, standing regardless of what was done to it, protecting all that it sheltered. So many depended on Teyla and she had led her people through so much that he could not think of a better way to honour her.
If he could paint or draw or sculpt Kate Heightmeyer, he would want to do it for the rest of his life. - The West
I am so glad Melyanna made me keep that!
And in the year of 3025, Éomer King sent out messengers far and wide to invite his noble friends to the fulluhtÞeaw of his son and many of them came in spite of great distance and small stature. And Éomer King declared that his sister, The White Lady of Rohan and that his esquire, Meriadoc the Magnificent would serve young Théodred as heortemoder and heortefaeder, that they might teach the Heir of the Mark that courage and bravery depend most of all upon the strength of the heart. - Father of the Heart
I really like to show off.
And some clips of Fics to Come:
Jack and Jonas turned their horses over to a boy who had come forward and followed the chief towards the tent. There was a lot of smoke coming from it. Whoever was in that tent was receiving the full attention of the Medicine Man. The young men moved out of the way when Jack and Jonas drew near, Skaara looking determinedly at his feet, and Kasuf held the tent flap back for them to enter.
At first Jack saw nothing as his eyes adjusted to the light. He squinted through the haze of the smoke and the smell of the herbs and made out the shape of a woman lying on a bedroll next to the fire. Beside him, Jonas gasped loudly, immediately seeing why everyone was so nervous.
The woman was no Indian. Lying Down With Dogs
"It's a trifle unbecoming for a man of God to be named after a heathen barbarian, do you not think, reverend?" The young woman's tone was light and inquisitive, but beneath the veneer of civility lurked her utmost disdain.
"The men of Northern Europe were among the first to come to the Cross, child," It was said that Reverend Thor could move the very rocks when he set his mind to it, and he could masquerade civility with the best of them. "Perhaps when you have completed your education in the history of the faith you would peddle, you will understand." Workers for the Cause
Marcus has been a sleepwalker all his life, and he never left a tidy room behind him on his nightly journeys. A few modifications to the door had been enough to hinder most of his ambling, but for some reason he had made it out of his room this time. His pillows and sheets were strewn everywhere and on top of them were several of his canvasses, torn down from their wall hangings. In their places, propped against the wall, were portraits he didn't remember painting. The expedition leaders stared down at him, small pieces of their faces falling off and forming other shapes in murky backgrounds and everywhere Sheppard leered at him.
He had to talk to Kate. Mulberry Bush
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Date: 2008-01-01 03:42 am (UTC)(Why no, I didn't to a knee jerk doubletake when I saw "Jonas" *looks around furtively*)
And nothing wrong with a little showing off. ;-)
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Date: 2008-01-01 03:50 am (UTC)I have to change the Thor part (he wasn't in "Deals With Weddings", so I can't add him in now), but I have this great conversation between him and Adria that I sort of hope I can salvage...if I can find the scrap of paper I wrote it down on...
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