find my writing http://talesofdevranandothers.home.blog writing too many wips location: a tomb, carved into the side of a mountain, robbed of all its glory
narratively I am a fan of romances that don’t ever actually become romances
I don’t mean in an aromantic life partner way, I mean romantic tension that is never resolved or acted upon for whatever reason but by the end it’s clear that both characters experienced the love of their lives without ever acknowledging it as such. but they know. they know.
Xiánzi's father, currently still unnamed (orz), was a young xiá, wandering the wilderness alone. Somewhere he wasn't supposed to be. Birdsong was distant. There was only a handful of insects in the forest. He didn't know how long he had been walking and his sense of time had been obliterated.
And in the warm light of a clearing he stumbled onto a woman dressed in silk. He didn't need to be healed, specifically, but she helped to release him.
And of course he came back.
Hey Writeblr, today's writing question:
If you have a romantic pairing, did they have a meet cute? Or was it a train wreck?
Alon and Lunurin absolutely had a meet cute and I got to write it for the prologue my lovely editor requested I can't wait for you to read it!
A farmer wearing a traditional fibre rain cape 蓑衣 and straw hat in the Yangshuo 陽朔 area which gets 95 inches of rain each year. She is hand pumping water from the well. Shot and shared by user RPCROWE
Y'know, I'm kinda surprised I haven't seen Jack Chains more in fantasy tbh, like it's a really interesting and low budget armor style, I'm legit surprised I've almost never seen it in media
when a powerful figure is reduced to kneeling. when the lord is forced to bow. when the exile stumbles into an unwelcoming bar. when the “beast” is chained by their horns. when a god is dragged behind their enemy’s chariot, a captive and trophy. when the loyal “guard dog” character is muzzled and the silver-tongued thief falls silent in horror.
that’s the shit
it’s about the contrapasso. the reversal of roles and the sudden, plunging terror of being unable to hide.