last line game
I’m aliiiive! And actually writing, though it remains wildly schizophrenic. Case in point: this little snippet from the last thing I tapped into my writing server at three this morning (courtesy of @welcometololaland, who tagged me).
He'd prepared so carefully to come face to face with Alex's anger, to withstand the full force of his betrayal and disdain and perhaps no small amount of pity. But even the worst of scenarios he'd dreamt up with every sleepless night could not have prepared him for this — to squarely meet those deep, dark eyes and have them stare so blankly back, devoid of the fire that blazed before they'd started and the sun-bright heat that came after. For Alex to briefly bow his head, the very picture of proper etiquette, and greet him with bland, polite indifference, as if all his light had gone out.
"Your Royal Highness."
(Pay no attention to the rogue FirstPrince behind the curtain, this is barely a thing.)
Thanks for all the Inspiration Weekend tags, though — @strandnreyes, @lemonlyman-dotcom, and @alrightbuckaroo. Like I said, I’m all over the place… but everything always comes back to this sentiment from Neil Gaiman, so it’s my blanket inspiration this go ‘round.