Every time I read one of your Teldryn/Lendri stories, I want to write a "proper" review - the kind that I used to leave for Dyce!anon where I went through and pointed out all the bits I really enjoyed. But I never seem to have time/energy these days :(
Anyway, here's an extremely belated version of that.
"Whatever a redoubt is. You know, it sounds like what you feel when you're doing something that you already know is stupid. You redoubt yourself." <-- Not only did I laugh out loud, I am going to remember this sentence forever. It makes me laugh whenever I see a redoubt in Skyrim now.
"It's a word for a kind of outpost. A sort of stunted castle, if I remember correctly. Besides, it's not really possible to travel to a state of mind."
"Not really possible? Clearly you have not spent enough time experimenting with mind altering substances." <-- More LOL, and wondering. Has Lendri met Sam Guevenne?
Rope held infinite possibilities. I giggled. A lot.
"Lendri, is it? Doesn't that mean 'pointy'?" Dagvald looked him over and almost cracked a smile. "So you're named for your ears, or your personality?"
"It means 'bite' actually," Lendri said sullenly, "Like the bite of a strong drink or a hot spice. But you can just call me Lendriniel, which means nothing, because only people I like call me Lendri." Awww.
Lendri leaned far across the table, inspecting Dagvald for signs of decay. This close he could smell sweat and musk, but no rot, and the man's skin was marked only by scars. No worms crawled in his beard. "Well, you seem alive."
"You seem disappointed. And stupid."
Lendri sat back. "Well, I am, a little bit. Disappointed, I mean, because if you were dead, me and Teldryn could just bury you and go back to being happy. I mean, we could still bury you now, but it would be more difficult to go back to being happy knowing you'd have to spend the rest of your days in a tiny crypt with us lowering provisions to you in a bucket, and maybe a book or two if we're feeling generous." This is hilarious, and I cackled like a mad person for several minutes. Especially the bit about the books! That is pure genius.
I appreciate how Lendri's approach to dealing with a problem person isn't to kill them off, but to bury them in a crypt with whatever they'd need to stay alive. I like heroes who aren't, essentially, mass murderers.
"I'm leaving."
"Gods, Lendri, I'm sorry, that...it came out all wrong. We can talk about this. Don't leave me."
"I'm leaving the house, not you."
I really liked this bit. Not only is it in keeping with your characters' personalities, but it seemed realistic - the sort of thing you might say to a lover during an argument. I was pleased with the clarification - I'm leaving the house, so you can sort out whatever this is. A lot of people wouldn't do that, they'd storm out and leave their lover unsettled, with an ultimatum hanging over their head.
"That's not what bothers me. What do I care who he takes to bed? What worries me is that he actually feels something for that man."
Yes. As someone who is naturally non-monogamous, I appreciate the difference. If your lover wants to fuck someone else as a one-off, that's one thing. If they actually love the other person, then you have to get used to having them around, and if you fundamentally don't get on, that's a problem. You really nailed it.
A blonde woman at the edge of the group was the first to notice him. Lendri had told him their names at some point and he had mixed up most of them. He was pretty sure she was called Vekel the Man. <-- I pretty much DIED laughing.
So yes. I like the tenderness, I like the M/M relationship, but most of all I like the realism and humour. Keep writing them, please! And do post your stories on Archive of Our Own or Fanfiction dot net so we can find and bookmark them more easily!
Re: An Unwelcome Visitor 3/3 (Continued)
Anyway, here's an extremely belated version of that.
"Whatever a redoubt is. You know, it sounds like what you feel when you're doing something that you already know is stupid. You redoubt yourself." <-- Not only did I laugh out loud, I am going to remember this sentence forever. It makes me laugh whenever I see a redoubt in Skyrim now.
"It's a word for a kind of outpost. A sort of stunted castle, if I remember correctly. Besides, it's not really possible to travel to a state of mind."
"Not really possible? Clearly you have not spent enough time experimenting with mind altering substances." <-- More LOL, and wondering. Has Lendri met Sam Guevenne?
Rope held infinite possibilities. I giggled. A lot.
"Lendri, is it? Doesn't that mean 'pointy'?" Dagvald looked him over and almost cracked a smile. "So you're named for your ears, or your personality?"
"It means 'bite' actually," Lendri said sullenly, "Like the bite of a strong drink or a hot spice. But you can just call me Lendriniel, which means nothing, because only people I like call me Lendri." Awww.
Lendri leaned far across the table, inspecting Dagvald for signs of decay. This close he could smell sweat and musk, but no rot, and the man's skin was marked only by scars. No worms crawled in his beard. "Well, you seem alive."
"You seem disappointed. And stupid."
Lendri sat back. "Well, I am, a little bit. Disappointed, I mean, because if you were dead, me and Teldryn could just bury you and go back to being happy. I mean, we could still bury you now, but it would be more difficult to go back to being happy knowing you'd have to spend the rest of your days in a tiny crypt with us lowering provisions to you in a bucket, and maybe a book or two if we're feeling generous." This is hilarious, and I cackled like a mad person for several minutes. Especially the bit about the books! That is pure genius.
I appreciate how Lendri's approach to dealing with a problem person isn't to kill them off, but to bury them in a crypt with whatever they'd need to stay alive. I like heroes who aren't, essentially, mass murderers.
"I'm leaving."
"Gods, Lendri, I'm sorry, that...it came out all wrong. We can talk about this. Don't leave me."
"I'm leaving the house, not you."
I really liked this bit. Not only is it in keeping with your characters' personalities, but it seemed realistic - the sort of thing you might say to a lover during an argument. I was pleased with the clarification - I'm leaving the house, so you can sort out whatever this is. A lot of people wouldn't do that, they'd storm out and leave their lover unsettled, with an ultimatum hanging over their head.
"That's not what bothers me. What do I care who he takes to bed? What worries me is that he actually feels something for that man."
Yes. As someone who is naturally non-monogamous, I appreciate the difference. If your lover wants to fuck someone else as a one-off, that's one thing. If they actually love the other person, then you have to get used to having them around, and if you fundamentally don't get on, that's a problem. You really nailed it.
A blonde woman at the edge of the group was the first to notice him. Lendri had told him their names at some point and he had mixed up most of them. He was pretty sure she was called Vekel the Man. <-- I pretty much DIED laughing.
So yes. I like the tenderness, I like the M/M relationship, but most of all I like the realism and humour. Keep writing them, please! And do post your stories on Archive of Our Own or Fanfiction dot net so we can find and bookmark them more easily!