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scaryemilie.livejournal.com) wrote in
fellowshippers2003-11-26 09:54 pm
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right. so. i decided to try to become a valid member of the lj LotR community, and write some fic. :D behold!
Title: dawn till dusk
Author:
scaryemilie
Pairing: EW/DM
Summary: elijah gets a little angsty. [/understatement] :D
Rating: um. i dunno. there's no sex, no violence, no naughty words... just lots and lots of ANGST. :D
Feedback: Commentcommentcommentpleeeease? *bats eyelids* :) Constructive criticism welcomed, as this is a first attempt at anything in the form of writing. :D
Notes: for
dorrie6 and
jacito, who are super betas and friends and who continue to write better fic than i could ever possibly dream of doing. :) Also, sorry for the cross-post.
Title: dawn till dusk
Author:
Pairing: EW/DM
Summary: elijah gets a little angsty. [/understatement] :D
Rating: um. i dunno. there's no sex, no violence, no naughty words... just lots and lots of ANGST. :D
Feedback: Commentcommentcommentpleeeease? *bats eyelids* :) Constructive criticism welcomed, as this is a first attempt at anything in the form of writing. :D
Notes: for
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right. so. i decided to try to become a valid member of the lj LotR community, and write some fic. :D behold!
Title: dawn till dusk
Author: <user site="livejournal.com" user="scaryemilie">
Pairing: EW/DM
Summary: elijah gets a little angsty. [/understatement] :D
Rating: um. i dunno. there's no sex, no violence, no naughty words... just lots and lots of ANGST. :D
Feedback: Commentcommentcommentpleeeease? *bats eyelids* :) Constructive criticism welcomed, as this is a first attempt at anything in the form of writing. :D
Notes: for <user site="livejournal.com" user="dorrie6"> and <user site="livejournal.com" user="jacito">, who are super betas and friends and who continue to write better fic than i could ever possibly dream of doing. :) Also, sorry for the cross-post. <font-size="-2">Don't hurt me. :D</font>
<lj-cut text="brace yoselves.">
for the fourth time, a shaft of sunlight creeps into his vision and slowly fades again.
he seems to sleep through the days easily enough. the nights exhaust him, stretching on for what could be days or even months, and accompanied by an unbearable ache deep down in his chest that even crying has failed to fix.
sometimes it's bitter and piercing, forcing his breathing to become ragged and the tears to flow, his face burning into the pillow. and other times, it's a dull, cavernous, empty pain that expands and engulfs him, filling the dom-shaped void and dragging him downwards until eventually, usually at dawn, he sinks irresistibly under and into dreamless slumber.
the twilights are the worst, however, as he resurfaces, groggy and chilled, and still in a dazed state of wakening gropes blindly across for sheets and substance and warmth.
it's this action that completes the emptiness, as he realises the sheets are twisted around his ankles and his fingers find nothing but cold mattress.
Title: dawn till dusk
Author: <user site="livejournal.com" user="scaryemilie">
Pairing: EW/DM
Summary: elijah gets a little angsty. [/understatement] :D
Rating: um. i dunno. there's no sex, no violence, no naughty words... just lots and lots of ANGST. :D
Feedback: Commentcommentcommentpleeeease? *bats eyelids* :) Constructive criticism welcomed, as this is a first attempt at anything in the form of writing. :D
Notes: for <user site="livejournal.com" user="dorrie6"> and <user site="livejournal.com" user="jacito">, who are super betas and friends and who continue to write better fic than i could ever possibly dream of doing. :) Also, sorry for the cross-post. <font-size="-2">Don't hurt me. :D</font>
<lj-cut text="brace yoselves.">
for the fourth time, a shaft of sunlight creeps into his vision and slowly fades again.
he seems to sleep through the days easily enough. the nights exhaust him, stretching on for what could be days or even months, and accompanied by an unbearable ache deep down in his chest that even crying has failed to fix.
sometimes it's bitter and piercing, forcing his breathing to become ragged and the tears to flow, his face burning into the pillow. and other times, it's a dull, cavernous, empty pain that expands and engulfs him, filling the dom-shaped void and dragging him downwards until eventually, usually at dawn, he sinks irresistibly under and into dreamless slumber.
the twilights are the worst, however, as he resurfaces, groggy and chilled, and still in a dazed state of wakening gropes blindly across for sheets and substance and warmth.
it's this action that completes the emptiness, as he realises the sheets are twisted around his ankles and his fingers find nothing but cold mattress.
