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said_scarlett) wrote2007-05-01 08:51 pm
said_scarlett) wrote2007-05-01 08:51 pm
Entry tags:
Fic: No Reply; Shana/Valyn; PG-13
It's the Five Songs, Five Fics meme! Where you put your player on random and write fics for a single fandom based on a few lyrics of the first five songs that come up. This is my third time doing this, and this time I'm doing Halfblood Chronicles fic.
Fic 1:
Title: Parts Fade
Fandom: Halfblood Chronicles
Song: No Reply, Steve Conte
Pairing: Unrequited Shana/Valyn
Warnings: Uh...if you've read the book, you know what should go here.
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 818
Spoilers: Spoilers for the end of the first book
Summary: Shana tried to be strong, tried to be what everyone wanted her to be. But all she wanted to do was be left with her grief.
I close my eyes and watch as my life passes by
The only thing I see is you
For all the times you walked the line for me and standing by my side
I say thank you
Here lies my life
It never felt that real to me
You'll always mean so much to me...
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There were times when it was hard to be strong. She knew she had to be, because she was Shana. She was the Elvenbane, she was taking these people to their future - the future she‘d made for them, more or less. She was a general, a warrior, a leader….
But she was also just Shana, a teenage girl thrust into something so much bigger than she had ever imagined. She’d never wanted to be a leader! She’d never wanted to be hailed as some prophesied hero! But she was stuck with it, and she had to deal with it. She had to put on a brave face, and give them what they wanted her to be. This strange foreign thing that seemed so disconnected from her.
Trekking through the wilderness so soon after the war wasn’t helping things either. Everyone was tired and sore and hungry, unused to physical exertion and frightened for their lives. What if the elves went back on their treaty? What if even now, armies were being sent after them? And she was the one they came to with their fears and questions, until she was frustrated and second-guessing herself and close to giving up.
And on a more personal level, the trek reminded her of things that were still too painful to deal with. Each night, huddled around a fire, she’d think back to the damp pines of Lord Cheynar’s estate. It was all too easy to feel Mero’s leg brush against hers and for a moment, for one moment, think it was Valyn’s instead. But Valyn was gone. She forgot, sometimes. Especially at night.
She remembered all too well how his leg would brush against hers, and how he would pull it away as soon as he noticed, as if he were afraid of her. How he had strained away from her, how he had watched her like a hawk. She still didn’t understand why, even after Mero had explained to her things she never would have guessed. She realized he couldn’t show his feelings, but that didn’t tell her anything of what his feelings had been! Why had he been so against the idea of that relationship with her?
And Mero hadn’t known, either. On the subject of Shana, Valyn had been unusually close lipped. Which didn’t tell her one damn thing. Fire and rain, she missed him. Why had he been such a fool? To run off and die like that! And everyone gave her credit for winning the war, even though if it weren’t for Valyn…
Well, to be frank, if it weren’t for Valyn there probably wouldn’t have been the war anyway. Not then and there. He’d been the catalyst that she reacted to. If he had never…. She felt the prickle of tears at the corners of her eyes once more and she wiped them away as quickly and surreptitiously as she could. A great leader couldn’t well be seen crying into her gruel, after all.
They could have been happy. And familiarity bred affinity, after all. He had liked her, at the very least. He could have come to love her - would - have come to love her!
She should have just pounced on him. It wasn’t as though he’d protest once she was kissing him. Now, she wished she had. Even if things had happened the same, even if he had pushed her away, at least she would have had that.
She dreamed of him every night. Sometimes they were romance dreams, the kind that made her embarrassed. She’d never had a lover, and she was rather certain the images and sensations her mind offered up weren’t how it went in real life. But it was all she had, the intangible memory of kisses and embraces in fantasy dreams. Sometimes they were nightmares, and those dreams she barely remembered. But either one, dream or nightmare, when she woke she was torn with guilt and loss. Guilt because she felt it was her fault - she had ignored him. And he had never said a word, because he never did. But she hadn’t understood! She wasn’t used to elves! She was used to people who said exactly what was on their minds! If only she had known, she could have done something, given him something to do. Something to live for.
All through the wilderness, he’d been pushing his cause. His dream of a better world, his plans for uniting the younger lords. And then she’d gone and taken that dream and those plans and left him with what? Nothing. She hadn’t meant to - and the coldly logical part of her mind reminded her that if he’d truly wanted to do something that badly, he would have - but it had happened that way. She hadn’t meant to! But she’d done it anyway, and she couldn’t change it.
But she could regret it.
Fic 1:
Title: Parts Fade
Fandom: Halfblood Chronicles
Song: No Reply, Steve Conte
Pairing: Unrequited Shana/Valyn
Warnings: Uh...if you've read the book, you know what should go here.
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 818
Spoilers: Spoilers for the end of the first book
Summary: Shana tried to be strong, tried to be what everyone wanted her to be. But all she wanted to do was be left with her grief.
I close my eyes and watch as my life passes by
The only thing I see is you
For all the times you walked the line for me and standing by my side
I say thank you
Here lies my life
It never felt that real to me
You'll always mean so much to me...
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~`````````
There were times when it was hard to be strong. She knew she had to be, because she was Shana. She was the Elvenbane, she was taking these people to their future - the future she‘d made for them, more or less. She was a general, a warrior, a leader….
But she was also just Shana, a teenage girl thrust into something so much bigger than she had ever imagined. She’d never wanted to be a leader! She’d never wanted to be hailed as some prophesied hero! But she was stuck with it, and she had to deal with it. She had to put on a brave face, and give them what they wanted her to be. This strange foreign thing that seemed so disconnected from her.
Trekking through the wilderness so soon after the war wasn’t helping things either. Everyone was tired and sore and hungry, unused to physical exertion and frightened for their lives. What if the elves went back on their treaty? What if even now, armies were being sent after them? And she was the one they came to with their fears and questions, until she was frustrated and second-guessing herself and close to giving up.
And on a more personal level, the trek reminded her of things that were still too painful to deal with. Each night, huddled around a fire, she’d think back to the damp pines of Lord Cheynar’s estate. It was all too easy to feel Mero’s leg brush against hers and for a moment, for one moment, think it was Valyn’s instead. But Valyn was gone. She forgot, sometimes. Especially at night.
She remembered all too well how his leg would brush against hers, and how he would pull it away as soon as he noticed, as if he were afraid of her. How he had strained away from her, how he had watched her like a hawk. She still didn’t understand why, even after Mero had explained to her things she never would have guessed. She realized he couldn’t show his feelings, but that didn’t tell her anything of what his feelings had been! Why had he been so against the idea of that relationship with her?
And Mero hadn’t known, either. On the subject of Shana, Valyn had been unusually close lipped. Which didn’t tell her one damn thing. Fire and rain, she missed him. Why had he been such a fool? To run off and die like that! And everyone gave her credit for winning the war, even though if it weren’t for Valyn…
Well, to be frank, if it weren’t for Valyn there probably wouldn’t have been the war anyway. Not then and there. He’d been the catalyst that she reacted to. If he had never…. She felt the prickle of tears at the corners of her eyes once more and she wiped them away as quickly and surreptitiously as she could. A great leader couldn’t well be seen crying into her gruel, after all.
They could have been happy. And familiarity bred affinity, after all. He had liked her, at the very least. He could have come to love her - would - have come to love her!
She should have just pounced on him. It wasn’t as though he’d protest once she was kissing him. Now, she wished she had. Even if things had happened the same, even if he had pushed her away, at least she would have had that.
She dreamed of him every night. Sometimes they were romance dreams, the kind that made her embarrassed. She’d never had a lover, and she was rather certain the images and sensations her mind offered up weren’t how it went in real life. But it was all she had, the intangible memory of kisses and embraces in fantasy dreams. Sometimes they were nightmares, and those dreams she barely remembered. But either one, dream or nightmare, when she woke she was torn with guilt and loss. Guilt because she felt it was her fault - she had ignored him. And he had never said a word, because he never did. But she hadn’t understood! She wasn’t used to elves! She was used to people who said exactly what was on their minds! If only she had known, she could have done something, given him something to do. Something to live for.
All through the wilderness, he’d been pushing his cause. His dream of a better world, his plans for uniting the younger lords. And then she’d gone and taken that dream and those plans and left him with what? Nothing. She hadn’t meant to - and the coldly logical part of her mind reminded her that if he’d truly wanted to do something that badly, he would have - but it had happened that way. She hadn’t meant to! But she’d done it anyway, and she couldn’t change it.
But she could regret it.
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;_;
So sad. And pretty. And omg. ♥
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And I swear, one of these fics will be Keman-centric. I SWEAR!
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KEMAN YAY. :D
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YES! I'm trying to branch out and work with more characters than just, um, Valyn.
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I want to WRITE some Keman-centric stuff, but I'm really titchy about not writing fic until I've finished the entire series. SO.
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DOO EEET! It doesn't matter if you've just read the first book! The second I shall be sending out to you hopefully tomorrow! But...yes. DOOO EET!
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Hey, how fast do you think it's going to ship? If you send it out tomorrow...to my LA address...then I can read it on the plane ride home Sunday! Yay!
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I...have no idea. Things usually take a little longer to get places/to me, out post service kind of sucks ass. It usually takes about a week.
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There aren't really any sites for it, but Amazon has a bunch of reviews (some of them spoilertastic) about all three books in the series. The authors are Mercedes Lackey and Andre Norton, and I highly recommend the series!
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Amazingly Pretty
ANGST on a couple of just really poignant lines. The last line? Killer.
Can I pursuade you to write Valyn/Mero angst and/or smex by offering up a very pretty German boy who I think should be Mero in the flesh? Bonus point on Bill Kaulitz: he's SASSY.
http://www.mytokiohotel.net/wp-content/uploads/2006/08/bill-poster-tokio.jpg
http://k43.pbase.com/o4/21/14321/1/60911795.BillKaulitz.TokioHotel.jpg
Also maybe I might write a Keman-ish Mero-ish fic because I have discovered that parts of me...really secretly like that.
*hides*
<3 you
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http://st.blog.cz/i/ivikmxxx.blog.cz/obrazky/3094171.jpg
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ANYWAY! Thank you so much for the feedback! I'm so glad you enjoyed! I wasn't writing fic for this series for a while, for the sheer fact that no one was reading! But I am slowly sucking in my Flist. ;)
As for your requests:
The First Step (http://theladyfeylene.livejournal.com/660646.html#cutid1): Valyn and Mero gen, angst, PG-13 - my interpretation of their first meeting.
Sigh For A Better World (http://theladyfeylene.livejournal.com/787132.html#cutid1): Valyn/Mero, PG-13, mild smut.
Come Cover Me (http://theladyfeylene.livejournal.com/788248.html#cutid1): Valyn/Mero, NC-17, angst and smex! :D
And now I must friend you!
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My username used to ne nakia_winere and we chatted lots on some chat service (AIM?) about the halfblood slash. Actually, we made a community. o.0
I deleted it though, because it was BARREN. :(
God damn it your fics are hot. *fans self* Hot enough that they are SUCKING PEOPLE IN.
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Dude, like last week I was just telling a friend who I sucked into the books about you, and lamenting that you disappeared! And here you just changed your LJ name and confused me! ;)
We need to revive a com, man, because interest is growing.
That is seriously my master plan. Just inundate my Flist with smut and fics until they see 'The Halfblood Chronicles' enough times that they go read the books. Also, I play Valyn in my multi-fandom horror RPG,
And totally randomly, and not at all in a hint dropping way, applications open up again beginning of next month and it would be totally awesome to see a Mero in the game, since someone else will be apping Keman and then Valyn would have canon people to hang out with....YAY!
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YES IT IS ME. I unfortunately dropped off the face of the planet briefly because I ran out of non-kill-myself drugs, but I am back!
Right now I am a leetle obssessed with androgynous German rockstar twins, but I am always, always in love with Elvenbane.
I will send you the parts of the very long fic that I am writing. Because it sucks.
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Valyn's journal is![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
notmyfather. He misses Mero. A lot.YAY! I missed you! I know all about falling off the face of the planet, I'm just glad you're still around!
HELP ME GIVE THIS SERIES A FANDOM! A TRUE FANDOM, WITH FIC WRITTEN BY SOMEONE NOT ME! JOIN MYSELF AND
I am sure it does not! Send, send!
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