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hells_half_acre) wrote2006-10-22 10:30 pm
hells_half_acre) wrote2006-10-22 10:30 pm
Ponk
Ponk
Seth awoke and tried to focus the numbers on the alarm into something other than a red blur. 4:27am. He slowly allowed the information to sink in, while wondering why it was that he had woken up so early even though it was quite obvious that he was still exhausted.
Ponk
‘Ponk?’ He thought, sitting up and furrowing his brow in the dark.
Ponk
“What?” Seth detangled his legs from the sheet, cursed under his breath, and walked as fast as his sleepy muscles would carry him to the window. He raised the blinds, just in time to see Vincent throw something at him. A small stone hit the window pane.
Ponk
Vincent waved excitedly as a bright smile spread across his face. Seth grinned despite himself and opened the window.
“Vin? What the hell is it? It’s four-thirty in the morning!” he called down in the sternest whisper he could manage. “You obviously aren’t dying, what the hell is so important?!”
“Happy Birthday!” came the smiling response. Seth couldn’t help but laugh.
“Thanks. I’ll be right down,” he said, shaking his head in mock disapproval.
Seth awoke and tried to focus the numbers on the alarm into something other than a red blur. 4:27am. He slowly allowed the information to sink in, while wondering why it was that he had woken up so early even though it was quite obvious that he was still exhausted.
Ponk
‘Ponk?’ He thought, sitting up and furrowing his brow in the dark.
Ponk
“What?” Seth detangled his legs from the sheet, cursed under his breath, and walked as fast as his sleepy muscles would carry him to the window. He raised the blinds, just in time to see Vincent throw something at him. A small stone hit the window pane.
Ponk
Vincent waved excitedly as a bright smile spread across his face. Seth grinned despite himself and opened the window.
“Vin? What the hell is it? It’s four-thirty in the morning!” he called down in the sternest whisper he could manage. “You obviously aren’t dying, what the hell is so important?!”
“Happy Birthday!” came the smiling response. Seth couldn’t help but laugh.
“Thanks. I’ll be right down,” he said, shaking his head in mock disapproval.
My Ramblings:
I thought I would try a fake cut this time, since it makes for strange looking entries when I try to put rambling introductions or conclusions in italics before or after the writing.
Vincent and Seth are from my unfinished book. I love them to pieces. I love this scene that I wrote, because it's short. Haha...well, not exactly. I like it because they are so happy. They are happy and anything could happen next. It leaves you hanging. It leaves you wondering what the heck adventure Vincent has planned, and you KNOW if it starts this early, it has to be an adventure. A few of you, at least two (perhaps one if the second person doesn't bother to check up on this blog - and I would be surprised if they did), know what happens later in the book. They're introduction to Seth and Vincent has been quite different from this passage, but this is the way I wanted to introduce them in the book. I wanted people to love them as much as I do. If my book ever became really popular, and people started writing crappy fanfiction about it, Vincent and Seth would so be the guys that everybody will write as being gay and secretly in love with each other even though I only ever write them as friends.
It always amuses me how people do that. Go ahead, see for yourself. If you aren't aware of this phenomenon, think of a show/book/movie you like with two male friends in it (actually, they don't even have to be friends, just two strong male leads) and then do a search for fanfiction on the internet with their two names. I guarantee that you will find a site dedicated solely to them declaring their love for each other and getting it on.
Personally, I think it's because as a society we are taught that romantic-love is the epitome of love, that it represents love in it's highest form (besides parental/family love). Think about it, people in movies and books and in real life are always telling their significant others that they love them more than ANYONE else...that they love them the most out of everyone they know. I think that's hogwash. I'm not saying they don't love them severely or overwhelmingly, I just think that they also love them differently...not more and not less, but differently than they love other people. In turn, they also love other people differently than each other. They love their bestfriend differently than they love their brother, and they love their ex (it ended well) differently than they love their current partner. We're so hung up on romantic-love, that it's hard to even tell people (who aren't your family) that you love them these days without being misunderstood...it's even hard sometimes to be told that you are loved without getting nervous. Love has come to mean only one thing unless clarified, and I think that's really sad.
Feel free to discredit me if you disagree...you can go ahead and point out that I've never had a romantic relationship. If it makes you feel more secure in your romantic relationship to believe that you and your partner have never and will never love anyone more than you currently love each other, than feel free to disregard my theory completely. I'm just saying that personally I think you can't quantify love, you can only qualify it.
I love Vincent and Seth, because I love the sorts of love that indo-european languages don't have words for.
I thought I would try a fake cut this time, since it makes for strange looking entries when I try to put rambling introductions or conclusions in italics before or after the writing.
Vincent and Seth are from my unfinished book. I love them to pieces. I love this scene that I wrote, because it's short. Haha...well, not exactly. I like it because they are so happy. They are happy and anything could happen next. It leaves you hanging. It leaves you wondering what the heck adventure Vincent has planned, and you KNOW if it starts this early, it has to be an adventure. A few of you, at least two (perhaps one if the second person doesn't bother to check up on this blog - and I would be surprised if they did), know what happens later in the book. They're introduction to Seth and Vincent has been quite different from this passage, but this is the way I wanted to introduce them in the book. I wanted people to love them as much as I do. If my book ever became really popular, and people started writing crappy fanfiction about it, Vincent and Seth would so be the guys that everybody will write as being gay and secretly in love with each other even though I only ever write them as friends.
It always amuses me how people do that. Go ahead, see for yourself. If you aren't aware of this phenomenon, think of a show/book/movie you like with two male friends in it (actually, they don't even have to be friends, just two strong male leads) and then do a search for fanfiction on the internet with their two names. I guarantee that you will find a site dedicated solely to them declaring their love for each other and getting it on.
Personally, I think it's because as a society we are taught that romantic-love is the epitome of love, that it represents love in it's highest form (besides parental/family love). Think about it, people in movies and books and in real life are always telling their significant others that they love them more than ANYONE else...that they love them the most out of everyone they know. I think that's hogwash. I'm not saying they don't love them severely or overwhelmingly, I just think that they also love them differently...not more and not less, but differently than they love other people. In turn, they also love other people differently than each other. They love their bestfriend differently than they love their brother, and they love their ex (it ended well) differently than they love their current partner. We're so hung up on romantic-love, that it's hard to even tell people (who aren't your family) that you love them these days without being misunderstood...it's even hard sometimes to be told that you are loved without getting nervous. Love has come to mean only one thing unless clarified, and I think that's really sad.
Feel free to discredit me if you disagree...you can go ahead and point out that I've never had a romantic relationship. If it makes you feel more secure in your romantic relationship to believe that you and your partner have never and will never love anyone more than you currently love each other, than feel free to disregard my theory completely. I'm just saying that personally I think you can't quantify love, you can only qualify it.
I love Vincent and Seth, because I love the sorts of love that indo-european languages don't have words for.