I'm with everyone else on this - a longer story is almost always more desirable than a short one. As far as balancing the two worlds, as long as they coexist as a single world inside your head in such a way that everything makes sense, then just keep on writing as you have and your sense of the combined world will just show through in the story - it's almost like its own brand of magic. At least, that's how I do it.
Favorite bit of the fic thus far: At first Dean wasn't quite sure why it was that Harry was still under his invisible blanket. They had gotten passed the security desk with no trouble and the corridor they were in was abandoned. Dean glanced around for security cameras out of habit. There were none, of course. But a small movement caught the corner of his eye. The hall was lined with paintings, and if Dean wasn't losing his mind (and at this point, he wouldn't be surprised if he was) someone in one of the paintings just moved.
A man sleeping awkwardly in an ornate chair cracked one eye open as Dean walked by the painting. Dean tried not to look surprised and instead gave the painting a short nod to test his theory. The man in the painting nodded back, and then closed his eye again. The moving people in Harry's photograph hadn't reacted at all to being pointed at or talked about, but the painting had nodded back to Dean. It was the most bizarre surveillance device Dean had ever seen. He wondered if the paintings lining the hallway were possessed, like that fugly painting he and Sam had tried to destroy nearly three years ago. Dean rolled his eyes, even if they were possessed, Harry would probably just tell him 'it's different for wizards' and not let him salt and burn them. Dean was beginning to wonder what wasn't different for wizards.
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Date: 2009-05-21 06:00 am (UTC)Favorite bit of the fic thus far:
At first Dean wasn't quite sure why it was that Harry was still under his invisible blanket. They had gotten passed the security desk with no trouble and the corridor they were in was abandoned. Dean glanced around for security cameras out of habit. There were none, of course. But a small movement caught the corner of his eye. The hall was lined with paintings, and if Dean wasn't losing his mind (and at this point, he wouldn't be surprised if he was) someone in one of the paintings just moved.
A man sleeping awkwardly in an ornate chair cracked one eye open as Dean walked by the painting. Dean tried not to look surprised and instead gave the painting a short nod to test his theory. The man in the painting nodded back, and then closed his eye again. The moving people in Harry's photograph hadn't reacted at all to being pointed at or talked about, but the painting had nodded back to Dean. It was the most bizarre surveillance device Dean had ever seen. He wondered if the paintings lining the hallway were possessed, like that fugly painting he and Sam had tried to destroy nearly three years ago. Dean rolled his eyes, even if they were possessed, Harry would probably just tell him 'it's different for wizards' and not let him salt and burn them. Dean was beginning to wonder what wasn't different for wizards.