prelude in B
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jade_sabrehelp help betaing/questions of icness/etc.etc.etc. these are the characterizations I'm playing around with.
(omg Haruhi stop being so hard to write already.)
(I don't have a Haruhi icon either? DOUBLEFAIL.)
When Haruhi looked up, her eyes traveling from his bare feet to his tousled hair, she felt—something, something she didn’t recognize, something that made her strangely shy. She couldn’t help staring, following rivulets of water as they dripped down his chest, at once recoiling deep inside herself and wanting to reach out and catch his attention, if only for a moment. The slight brush of his fingers against hers as he took the glass from her hands terrified her, and she was grateful when he took his gaze off her. These over-exaggerated heights of emotion seemed more suited to Tamaki than to herself; she busied herself with controlling them, puzzled as to their source.
Yet the same wanting overcame her as she watched him stare into the fake jungle, her hand landing on his arm with more confidence than she felt, her voice practically babbling as it sought to reassure him. His hand, large, warm, and reassured, rested on her head; she had the strangest feeling, as he lifted it away, that he lifted her right out of her skin.
It was probably because she was preoccupied with resubstantiating herself that she ran after him—that, and the perfectly natural concern for a boy nearly twice her size running into a jungle with mad creatures all by himself. She could see, of course, that the boy nearly twice her size was definitely strong enough to defend himself against whatever might come his way, but it didn’t seem right that he should run off—alone. She, however, being half his size, was ill-equipped to go crashing into the jungle, which should have occurred to her, except that notions of that sort never occurred to her.
And then in the stunned silence after he said her name she found herself in his arms, her hand resting against his sternum (dry, aside from the humidity trying to cling to their skin), and a small smile on her face. It disappeared as soon as she became aware of it, but by then the silence had turned comfortable, and she could do no more than sit up, doing her best to be alert to the world around—in front of her.
“You weren’t lonely without me, were you?” Honey said, patting him on the head.
He looked down at his cousin, and said, “Not completely.”
And though she stood there with the others, she had the strongest sense that he was not-looking at her, the strongest sense of a shudder running from her toes to her ears, the strongest sense that she ought to blush, a little. She didn’t, of course, any more than she said anything when he brushed by her, his fingers skipping across her arm by what she firmly told herself was accident, because it was senseless to think it to be anything else and even more ridiculous to want it to be so.
(omg Haruhi stop being so hard to write already.)
(I don't have a Haruhi icon either? DOUBLEFAIL.)
When Haruhi looked up, her eyes traveling from his bare feet to his tousled hair, she felt—something, something she didn’t recognize, something that made her strangely shy. She couldn’t help staring, following rivulets of water as they dripped down his chest, at once recoiling deep inside herself and wanting to reach out and catch his attention, if only for a moment. The slight brush of his fingers against hers as he took the glass from her hands terrified her, and she was grateful when he took his gaze off her. These over-exaggerated heights of emotion seemed more suited to Tamaki than to herself; she busied herself with controlling them, puzzled as to their source.
Yet the same wanting overcame her as she watched him stare into the fake jungle, her hand landing on his arm with more confidence than she felt, her voice practically babbling as it sought to reassure him. His hand, large, warm, and reassured, rested on her head; she had the strangest feeling, as he lifted it away, that he lifted her right out of her skin.
It was probably because she was preoccupied with resubstantiating herself that she ran after him—that, and the perfectly natural concern for a boy nearly twice her size running into a jungle with mad creatures all by himself. She could see, of course, that the boy nearly twice her size was definitely strong enough to defend himself against whatever might come his way, but it didn’t seem right that he should run off—alone. She, however, being half his size, was ill-equipped to go crashing into the jungle, which should have occurred to her, except that notions of that sort never occurred to her.
And then in the stunned silence after he said her name she found herself in his arms, her hand resting against his sternum (dry, aside from the humidity trying to cling to their skin), and a small smile on her face. It disappeared as soon as she became aware of it, but by then the silence had turned comfortable, and she could do no more than sit up, doing her best to be alert to the world around—in front of her.
“You weren’t lonely without me, were you?” Honey said, patting him on the head.
He looked down at his cousin, and said, “Not completely.”
And though she stood there with the others, she had the strongest sense that he was not-looking at her, the strongest sense of a shudder running from her toes to her ears, the strongest sense that she ought to blush, a little. She didn’t, of course, any more than she said anything when he brushed by her, his fingers skipping across her arm by what she firmly told herself was accident, because it was senseless to think it to be anything else and even more ridiculous to want it to be so.
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Date: 2009-07-23 06:33 pm (UTC)I really like this line.
If you really want a beta comment (and this is probably just my nitpick):
practically babbling as it sought to reassure him. His hand, large, warm, and reassured
If I were you, I would try not to have "reassure" twice so close together. I was trying to think and off the top of my head (I just woke up) I couldn't come up with what I think would be the right word instead, but you may want to change that...And yeah, I know that was waaay nitpicky.
She, however, being half his size, was ill-equipped to go crashing into the jungle, which should have occurred to her, except that notions of that sort never occurred to her.
You talk about a problem with Haruhi's character, but this sentence is her
she had the strongest sense that he was not-looking at her,
for some reason this confused me a little. Is something missing, or is it me missing something?
Other than these little things, I love this little snippet! It makes me feel all warm and fuzzy inside and *temporarily overcome with fangirl bliss a la Renge-chan* AW HARUHI AND MORI CRUSHING ON EACH OTHER!! KAWAII!!! I NEED A MORI/HARUHI ICON RITE NAO!!!!
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Date: 2009-07-23 09:21 pm (UTC)THAT WAS DRIVING ME CRAZY I had "reassuring" and changed it to "reassured" because if I couldn't come up with anything else, I wanted to at least communicate that she had had an effect on him. But the fact that the words are so similar and so close detracts from that. *grumbles*
You know, and I added that line--well, I had the "ill-equipped to go crashing into the jungle" already--but I expanded it because I thought about the beach and said, "if she felt the need to follow him, she would." Of course, I'm attributing the need-to-follow-him as coming from more than the usual sources, but she wouldn't stop to think about it.
...I guess the idea is that he is looking at Honey, but he is not looking at her, in that "he wants to look at her, but isn't, but sort of is" way. Out of the corner of his eye. Wishfully. Thoughtfully. Thinking about her.
that's okay, next I have a "history of Honey and Mori's friendship culminating in this same sequence" or...culminating somewhere. about how honey never seemed to grow up, so mori went from being silent friend to silent caretaker and would do anything for Honey because he never really needed anything else--really, they're almost as bad as the twins, so I'll need to toe the line with what makes them difference (Mori's shy, for one thing, and not into using other people as toys just to keep himself amused--Honey does that for him--er, keeps him amused, that is). Hm...
I HATE RENGE-CHAN but I totally accept the compliment in the spirit it was given. :-D
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Date: 2009-07-23 09:43 pm (UTC)Ok, just kidding about the second part. lol
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Date: 2009-07-23 08:54 pm (UTC)I'll admit I skipped a lot of it for purplishness (there seems to be a lot going through her head for not being a really deep analyser), but I'm a firm supporter of the idea that Haruhi can have moments of like with any of the guys before she knows about Tamaki.
I mean, I never let myself go full-out with a crush at that age, so things changed all the time, ESPECIALLY depending on circumstances. ("At that age"...I am such a liar.)
I like the feel of the Honey/Mori interaction.
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Date: 2009-07-23 08:55 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2009-07-23 09:27 pm (UTC)so wait, does she know about Tamaki now? do I really want to know the answer to that question? Because I love Kyouya/Haruhi more (I guess, with them, I see a chance for growth, whereas with Mori I don't see anything about him changing, regardless of any relationship with Haruhi). And as much as I love Tamaki...unless he's totally managed to move himself out of fantasy realm, I'm still not entirely happy about him-with-Haruhi. Because like even when it's obvious that he's crushing on her, not daddy-loving her, he's still crushing on "my idea of what girl!Haruhi" is versus "who Haruhi actually is." While Kyouya has always (from the first!) seen Haruhi for exactly who she is.
...also the idea of Tamaki maturing enough to see Haruhi for who she really is, uh, saddens me somehow.
anyway, DON'T TELL ME I DON'T WANNA KNOW. any beating-round-the-bush meta comments on the above would be welcome, though.
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Date: 2009-07-24 03:25 am (UTC)Let's put it this way: you know how Haruhi's dad has his mature moments, but is still a complete wacko/kid-like/Haruhi-foil? I think Tamaki is going to grow up just like that.
No need to grieve, dearling.
(Personally, of all the men the one I'd probably like most in person is Tamaki-Papa. He's slyly and tall and suave and silly. >.<)
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Date: 2009-07-24 03:28 am (UTC)Also, can I say that twin icon for the post (sorry, I can't identify which it is) is absolutely awesome? So cute!
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Date: 2009-07-24 05:06 am (UTC)also I just ship Kyouya/Haruhi and that's, uh, pretty much all there is to that oops I really ought to stop doing this to myself.
(here's a question--how much does the endgame shipping in Ouran reflect on its role as both a parody of and participater in shojo troupes?)
it's Kaoru! from the beach episode (one of my favorites), though I don't remember why he was doing that...p.s. Kaoru is my favorite twin. Although I really wish Hikaru and Haruhi had just gone on a few dates for their own sakes.
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Date: 2009-07-24 03:04 pm (UTC)I have to say, I do *not* ship Kyouya/Haruhi, though I understand it. (This may be a product of being a reader of the manga first. Just a different dynamic, since the series is much more compact.) But I definitely love that guy.
I think the question of the tropes there is a highly interesting one, and needs be examined closer. In pursuit of this, I will obviously need to reread/rewatch it again soon. ^_^
Kaoru...awww. I like him, too.
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Date: 2009-07-24 01:41 am (UTC)V. Rough something beginning like, set after X-Wings 9 (Adumar):
"You haven't used your furloughs," the commander says.
Donos doesn't jump. He's getting better at that, just Commander Antilles is getting better at stealth-- Janson says it's all the time around his Intelligence fiancé. "No, sir," he says, looking down at the drink in his hands. He's getting better at socializing with his new squadron mates, too.
"Three of them," Commander Antilles says. "You haven't used any of them."
"No, sir."
"Why not?"
Donos is silent for a while. "I wouldn't know," he says finally, "where to go, sir."
"I see," the commander says. "Perhaps your squadron mates would have some suggestions. You could ask Lieutenant Janson if he thinks you should go to Endor."
Donos feels his face crack into a smile. But the events of the past two years have instilled greater self-knowledge and honesty in him, and if there is one thing he has learned, it is that Commander Antilles is a commanding officer who can be trusted with honesty. "Or rather," he says, "as long as I am not on leave, I have an excuse... I have a reason not to go to Corellia." Finally, he looks up and meets the commander's gaze.
-- something about how Donos was supposed to be learning to relax
-- something about Wedge's reaction to his-- he knows exactly what Donos is talking about
-- massively OOC, just scribbled down
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Date: 2009-07-24 05:08 am (UTC)however this intrigued me (oo! present tense!) so much that if I did not already have a knee-high stack of library books (and an over-$10-fine), I would rush out and grab them and read them in a day, for the sake of really understanding this. the flow of the conversation is A+++, will read again. :-)
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Date: 2009-07-24 10:33 am (UTC)I'M SORRY D: