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Spilt Ink 17 - Lawn Green 6 - Daffodil 14 - Bichromatic - Photography - Eraser
Name: Kana
Title: Writing a book
Story: Circle never ends
Characters: Freya, Nick
Colors: Spilt Ink 17. I am with you, from your first word, to your last. I am with you, from your cracked ribs, to the corners of your smile. – Lawn Green 6. lawn chair – Daffodil 14. spring break
Supplies and Styles: Bichromatic – Photography – Eraser (injury AU)
Word count: 900
Rating: PG
Summary: A shoulder injury prevents her from training, but writing, that she can do.
Notes: Constructive criticism is, as always, welcome
Other prompts used: Hug Inspiration Junk Keyboard
She’s sitting at the side line. Watching her friends, watching her boyfriend, on the tatami. Training. Her shoulder is slowly starting to recover, though it will take her a couple of months longer before she’ll finally be able to join them again. Most people wonder what she’s doing here. Every training again. Watching. Just watching. She smiles when they ask her. And her answer is always the same. Because I love seeing him fight. He once asked her as well. Smiled at her answer. Wondered if it didn’t hurt her. Watching without being able to join. Watching while knowing she wouldn’t be able to fight for yet another couple of months. She nodded. Of course it did hurt. But not coming to watch, that hurts even more.
So here she is. Watching training. Watching her lover. She can’t help but think he looks gorgeous in his white fighting kimono. He’s stunning. His long hair held back in a ponytail or a knot. She grins softly when she thinks of an ancient Japanese samurai.
She takes a closer look, takes pen and paper out of her handbag. He really is the perfect inspiration… Quickly she scribbles down some notes: the basic plotline, some scenes, some dialogue, some characters. There’s no line, yet, in what she’s writing. Just, everything that comes to her mind.
It will require some searching work about ancient Japan, but she’ll have fun with it. Writing is something she can do, while she has to wait until she can sport again.
-
She’s sitting on the couch. Her laptop is resting on her legs. A distant look in her eyes while her fingers hover above the keyboard.
Nick is sitting next to her, reading a book and watching her. He loves the look on her face when she is writing. Not the distant look she has now, when she is thinking. But that look of happiness when the words come to paper. It’s the same look she used to have when she fought. When they were fighting on the tatami. He fell in love with that look.
A sigh escapes her and her gaze starts wondering around. He knows what that means. She closes her eyes for a second and then types another word. Fingers all but ramming the keyboard. Before she puts her laptop on the table and stands up, walking to the kitchen to get a cup of tea.
Curious Nick inches closer to the screen. His eyes widening when he sees in big bold read letters the word JUNK. It’s what she always puts under a piece of writing that she doesn’t like.
Cursing under her breath she sets herself down on the couch again. It makes Nick smile and he inches closer to her. Wrapping his arms around her shoulders and pulling her against his chest. Carefully he leans backwards, so his is lying on his back on the couch and Freya is between his legs, on his chest. Softly he whispers in her ear and she smiles, nods and cuddles closer to his chest. The words of believe and encouragement were exactly what she needed to hear.
She gently kisses his lips before she sits up again, taking the laptop on her lap once more. Deleting sentences to immediately replace them with others.
Smiling Nick watches her type and sees how the happy look reappears on her face.
-
She’s lying on a chair in the garden, enjoying the amazing good weather. And to think it’s only just spring. Her laptop is resting on her legs and Nick is lying on the chair next to her, sunbathing. The weather amazingly perfect for spring break from school.
Smiling she looks at him. Her boyfriend. She has to thank him for lots of things. For his patience. And his encouragement. Not only with that shoulder injury and the operation and the revalidation. But also with her writing. She’d be nowhere if it weren’t for him.
He’s her anchor and her support and her inspiration. He helps her when she’s down or when the words are stuck deep inside her.
But now… Now she’s standing on that tatami again. Her shoulder has healed and she’s fighting again. Fighting him again. She has been dying to be able to do that again.
And also now, she has finally written the two most important words to this story. It has taken her almost a year. And it has turned out to be a very long story, a book even. And who knows, perhaps she can get it published one day. But for now she is happy to see the words ‘The End’ on the bottom of the page.
Smiling she closes the laptop and gets off her chair. Walking over to him, kissing his cheek gently and whispering a soft ‘I love you’ in his ear.
He looks at her, smiles and kisses her lips. Before he looks at the closed laptop on the chair. Immediately knowing the story is finished. He’s curious to read the end as well, for he has read every sentence she has written before. Freya always claims he is her inspiration, so he needs to read it, so he can tell her what he thinks of it, so she can continue.
But when her lips cover his again and her hands start caressing his back, he decides the ending can wait till later.
Title: Writing a book
Story: Circle never ends
Characters: Freya, Nick
Colors: Spilt Ink 17. I am with you, from your first word, to your last. I am with you, from your cracked ribs, to the corners of your smile. – Lawn Green 6. lawn chair – Daffodil 14. spring break
Supplies and Styles: Bichromatic – Photography – Eraser (injury AU)
Word count: 900
Rating: PG
Summary: A shoulder injury prevents her from training, but writing, that she can do.
Notes: Constructive criticism is, as always, welcome
Other prompts used: Hug Inspiration Junk Keyboard
She’s sitting at the side line. Watching her friends, watching her boyfriend, on the tatami. Training. Her shoulder is slowly starting to recover, though it will take her a couple of months longer before she’ll finally be able to join them again. Most people wonder what she’s doing here. Every training again. Watching. Just watching. She smiles when they ask her. And her answer is always the same. Because I love seeing him fight. He once asked her as well. Smiled at her answer. Wondered if it didn’t hurt her. Watching without being able to join. Watching while knowing she wouldn’t be able to fight for yet another couple of months. She nodded. Of course it did hurt. But not coming to watch, that hurts even more.
So here she is. Watching training. Watching her lover. She can’t help but think he looks gorgeous in his white fighting kimono. He’s stunning. His long hair held back in a ponytail or a knot. She grins softly when she thinks of an ancient Japanese samurai.
She takes a closer look, takes pen and paper out of her handbag. He really is the perfect inspiration… Quickly she scribbles down some notes: the basic plotline, some scenes, some dialogue, some characters. There’s no line, yet, in what she’s writing. Just, everything that comes to her mind.
It will require some searching work about ancient Japan, but she’ll have fun with it. Writing is something she can do, while she has to wait until she can sport again.
-
She’s sitting on the couch. Her laptop is resting on her legs. A distant look in her eyes while her fingers hover above the keyboard.
Nick is sitting next to her, reading a book and watching her. He loves the look on her face when she is writing. Not the distant look she has now, when she is thinking. But that look of happiness when the words come to paper. It’s the same look she used to have when she fought. When they were fighting on the tatami. He fell in love with that look.
A sigh escapes her and her gaze starts wondering around. He knows what that means. She closes her eyes for a second and then types another word. Fingers all but ramming the keyboard. Before she puts her laptop on the table and stands up, walking to the kitchen to get a cup of tea.
Curious Nick inches closer to the screen. His eyes widening when he sees in big bold read letters the word JUNK. It’s what she always puts under a piece of writing that she doesn’t like.
Cursing under her breath she sets herself down on the couch again. It makes Nick smile and he inches closer to her. Wrapping his arms around her shoulders and pulling her against his chest. Carefully he leans backwards, so his is lying on his back on the couch and Freya is between his legs, on his chest. Softly he whispers in her ear and she smiles, nods and cuddles closer to his chest. The words of believe and encouragement were exactly what she needed to hear.
She gently kisses his lips before she sits up again, taking the laptop on her lap once more. Deleting sentences to immediately replace them with others.
Smiling Nick watches her type and sees how the happy look reappears on her face.
-
She’s lying on a chair in the garden, enjoying the amazing good weather. And to think it’s only just spring. Her laptop is resting on her legs and Nick is lying on the chair next to her, sunbathing. The weather amazingly perfect for spring break from school.
Smiling she looks at him. Her boyfriend. She has to thank him for lots of things. For his patience. And his encouragement. Not only with that shoulder injury and the operation and the revalidation. But also with her writing. She’d be nowhere if it weren’t for him.
He’s her anchor and her support and her inspiration. He helps her when she’s down or when the words are stuck deep inside her.
But now… Now she’s standing on that tatami again. Her shoulder has healed and she’s fighting again. Fighting him again. She has been dying to be able to do that again.
And also now, she has finally written the two most important words to this story. It has taken her almost a year. And it has turned out to be a very long story, a book even. And who knows, perhaps she can get it published one day. But for now she is happy to see the words ‘The End’ on the bottom of the page.
Smiling she closes the laptop and gets off her chair. Walking over to him, kissing his cheek gently and whispering a soft ‘I love you’ in his ear.
He looks at her, smiles and kisses her lips. Before he looks at the closed laptop on the chair. Immediately knowing the story is finished. He’s curious to read the end as well, for he has read every sentence she has written before. Freya always claims he is her inspiration, so he needs to read it, so he can tell her what he thinks of it, so she can continue.
But when her lips cover his again and her hands start caressing his back, he decides the ending can wait till later.
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