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1. A scene from "Consequences" that was "[insert some poetic description here]" in the first draft and I literally rolled my eyes at my past self when I got to that moment while editing. I don't know if it's poetic, but that's the best I could come up with at that point:
They lay down and take their time to admire the colours of the evening sky, full of reds and pinks, with clouds like cotton wool scattered over them, reflecting the sun, with some sparks dancing on them, looking nothing like he’s ever seen. Those must be reflections, too, but he has no idea of what: they flow like water, but they’re so bright the water must be shining on its own. It looks like magic, and soon he feels like he’s flying among those clouds; he feels lightheaded and he grabs the grass by reflex, afraid he’ll fall. Once he’s sure he’s safe, he allows his mind to wander and fly, listen to the birdsong, watch the sparks and flowing colours until the sky is dark. Even then, the white reflections are visible and their dance is soothing. He allows himself to let go of all worries from the last few weeks he spent working with Rience. He doesn’t think of the future. He just stares at the lights and feels at peace for the first time in years.
2. The very tense friends-to-lovers from the end of my whumpy "Broadchurch" fic:
Fuck it, Ellie thinks.
“You know, those first hours after your accident, when we didn't know whether you'd survive, they were some of the worst moments of my life, about as bad as when you told me that Joe had killed Danny,” she says. Alec’s still looking at her, the wine in his hand almost forgotten. Ellie can’t stop now. “There you were, in the hospital bed, probably dying, and I could only think how you’d been the only person who'd talk to me when my best friend loathed me, who would distract me, see me as someone other than the murderer’s wife whose anger let the murderer go free, show me there’s a reason we do this. I was scared shitless for you.”
“Ellie…”
She puts her glass on the table and wipes her tears away.
“I couldn’t imagine losing you, you goddamn knob, and I hated you for this, hated you for making me care about you. I hate you, and you’re here, still my boss and my best friend who’s seen me at my lowest.”
“Ellie…” Alec repeats and it sounds like a whine. His glass is on the table already and he turned towards her, he’s sitting with one leg bent on the couch, the foot of the other on the floor, his hands on his lap twitching uncomfortably like he doesn’t know what to do with them.
“And this?” she continues and hears herself raise her voice as she’s simply unable to stop the flow of words anymore, she doesn’t care whether they make much sense. “Whatever is happening here between us, this is new, this is terrifying, but I know that you’ll be able to take anything I’ll throw at you, and you won’t be ever able to push me away and damn I’m so scared that we ended up at this point, but I’ve seen you in that hospital bed, seen you here, just now, among my own friends and I care about you and being just your friend is not enough anymore.”
3. this little scene between the witcher brothers happily working at Vizima Police (yes, I know, boring), from "Appearances". It's only a part of their conversation, but I loved the relationship between them, with Lambert being his adorable self.
“Lambert, what are you doing here?” he asked and opened the case files again. “I thought you’d be busy processing all the information from that very successful drug bust.”
“I was, but apparently I was pissing everyone off, so they told me to go down here,” the man, Lambert, replied with a shrug. He turned his chair around and leaned his forearms on the backrest in front of him. “They say it calms me down, though I have no idea why, since I hate your pretty mug.”
He spoke with a somewhat hoarse voice, absolutely devoid of emotions.
“I’m flattered,” Geralt replied dryly.
“But seriously, you know the feeling when it seems you have everything, yet something’s missing and you have no idea what?” Lambert asked.
“Yep,” Geralt popped the ‘p’. “You think you missed something?”
“I think we just busted another middleman and we’re not any closer to the higher-ups.”
Geralt glanced at him.
“You know, every bust brings you closer to the top, so…” Eskel started.
“Bullshit,” Lambert cut in, “at this point we need a miracle.”
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