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Kalliope hands covered in paint, dungarees, sitting cross-legged, pencil tucked behind an ear, teasing smile, delicate shoulders, collarbones, lakes, romantic paintings, fingers in soil, bobbed hair, stretching your arm from the window of a driving car, picnic baskets, footsteps left in sand
Josepe scraps of paper, oil-paintings leather notebooks, rolled up sleeves, lost pages, leaning against tables/walls, crossed arms, family pictures, yellowed meadows, mountains seen from above, learning something new, inside jokes, bearhugs, broken marble statues
Paco skateboards, sunburnt shoulders, dirt under fingernails, running against the wind, smiley faces, fireworks, screaming from a mountaintop, toothy grins, heat, trembling hands, throwing your arm over a shoulder, trespassing, scratches, drawing on tables
Mikel soft voices, birds, cast down eyes, freckles on tanned skin, skipping stones, lists, a dog licking your nose, drawn up knees, ropes, overgrown walls, looking through a keyhole, early mornings, holding hands, old toys, licking quick to catch the melting ice-cream, swings
Alba sunflowers, standing akimbo, loud voices, balancing on a cliffside, brooks, brand new clothing, thistles, writing in books, being first in line, sunglasses, believing in the supernatural, braids, stubborn silence, pressing your hand against the window, medaillons
Dores polaroid pictures, feminist texts, dog-ears, combat boots and pink skirts, wispy hair, do-it-yourself, standing wide-legged, myths, holding the hem of a shirt, lightning, buzzing ventilators, biting your nails, forgetting pot plants, daydreaming, Shakespeare quotes, sarcasm
Imanol bare feet, dusk, ramshackle piles of books, cats, waltzing, talking to yourself, faltering record players, antique shops, corduroy, answering questions, fingerprints, collecting gifts, straying from your point in the middle of a sentence, pinecones, memories, rising early
Thanks to @ladyliliana for tagging me! (And sorry for not getting back to you, I want to and I will! I am just a mess).
Writing tag game
1. If you could go to one of your OC’s bachelor/bachelorette party, which would you choose? (also: who would have the wildest one?)
I would probably want to go to Soufre’s. She’s happy and fun and would make sure everyone had a great time without getting too crazy. The wildest one would definitely be Copper, simply because he does not know the word ‘moderation’, nor can he handle his drink half as well as he thinks he does.
2. What’s your favourite time of day to write?
I usually write whenever, in between other tasks. But if I have time, I prefer early afternoon, when I am well-rested and have a long day in front of me.
3. What’s your favourite relationship in your WIP? (platonic or romantic)
In Elementary, I’d say either Soufre and Zinc or Bismuth and Fer. Soufre and Zinc are the most lovely and healthy couple I’ve ever written and I make it a point to have them stay that way the entire course of the story (their relationship is not the main focus anyway, they just love and support each other in the background). Bismuth and Fer are best friends and the ultimate raincloud-and-sunshine relationship. The will sit by the fire endless hours in the evenings and just talk. All the other Elements have grown used to falling asleep with their voices in the background.
In Waterwegen, I love Paco and Mikel, who are two rowdy eleven year old boys that will literally follow each other to the end of the world (and steal each other’s ice-cream cones). I also love Josepe and Alba, father and daughter, because there is a lot wrong and complicated between them, but they try their best and they are fascinating to write.
4. How far are you into your WIP?
About 1/4 for Elementary, and at the start of Waterwegen. I am trying!
5. If you were stuck in a broken elevator for twelve hours, which OC would you choose to be stuck in there with you? (note: you have to be in there for the twelve hours. no Houdini escape)
Mercury! Clever, funny, passionate, into philosophy and art and with no qualms to talk hours on end.
6. What’s your favourite colour?
All shades of blue.
7. Where would one of your OCs propose to the other? (if this question isn’t up your alley, replace “propose to” with “surprise attack hug”)
Since I’ve already talked about their relationship: if Zinc was to propose to Soufre, he would do it in a clearing in the woods that he knows. He has collected wildflowers there before, to give it to her.
Also, Soufre might surprise him and propose instead! She would do it on a normal evening, by the fire, surrounded by all of their friends. She’d love to see his surprise turn into excitement, and she would want to make him blush.
(Zinc will definitely cry in either scenario).
8. Which OC is most like you?
Probably my main character, Tungsten, because he is always conflicted between his fear of new people and the big world, and his longing to explore. He is scared of opening up but he craves his own found family. He is timid, but he still wants to be on stage. He is always fighting himself.
9. Do you prefer writing with ambient noise, music (if so, with or without lyrics), or in silence?
Depends on my mood. I usually write with either soundtracks in the background (preferably fantasy ones), classical music or one song on repeat. Because I tend to read my work out loud, I also often work in silence.
10. If you suddenly got the power of teleportation, where in the world would you go first?
I’d love to explore Sumatra and Java, or visit my friend in New Zealand!
"Paesaggio VII"
Basta un poco di giorno negli occhi chiari come il fondo di un'acqua, e la invade l'ira, la scabrezza del fondo che il sole riga. Il mattino che torna e la trova viva, non è dolce nè buono: la guarda immoto tra le case di pietra, che chiude il cielo. Esce il piccolo corpo tra l'ombra e il sole come un lento animale, guardandosi intorno, non vedendo null'altro se non colori. Le ombre vaghe che vestono la strada e il corpo le incupiscono gli occhi, socchiusi appena come un'acqua, e nell'acqua traspare un'ombra. I colori riflettono il cielo calmo. Anche il passo che calca i ciottoli lento sembra calchi le cose, pari al sorriso che le ignora e le scorre come acqua chiara. Dentro l'acqua trascorrono minacce vaghe. Ogni cosa nel giorno s'increspa al pensiero che la strada sia vuota, se non per lei.
Oggi il mio cuore è arido
come una stella spenta.
Federico Garcia Lorca - Alba
Sono quasi le quattro e come al solito non riesco a dormire, non sento la morsa del sonno e sono immersa nei miei pensieri...penso alla mia vita come era qualche anno fa, quando ero una bimba fragile e pura e a come tutto fosse facile..penso alla mia vita com'è ora, penso a quanto mi disprezzo e a quanto faccia schifo, dentro e fuori e poi....poi immagino il mio futuro, nei minimi dettagli, immagino come e con chi sarà la mia prima volta, immagino quando "lui" mi chiederà di sposarlo, immagino la faccia di mia madre quando le dirò di essere incinta...immagino la mia vita tra 10 anni e, come i bambini spero solo che sia una vita serena, con i suoi alti e bassi ma comunque abbastanza felice perché é più facile pensare a un futuro roseo che non al terribile presente...
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