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edenfallingI added some words to a couple WIPs, but not nearly enough to get anything finished, blargh. So anyway, have another tiny installment in Edmund and Ginny Go to Harfang. :)
Written 11/20/17, in response to the![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
genprompt_bingo square space AU. (250 words)
[ETA: The AO3 crosspost is now up!]
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Music of the Spheres
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As he whirled from star to star, lightened feet pushing off the tiniest grains of dust in great bounding steps that covered miles of fragrant, wine-rich air until his next companion held out shining hands to catch and weave him into the heavens' endless dance, Edmund's lungs and heart and fingers filled with the pure, explosive joy of movement until it bubbled from his mouth in reflexive song, a cracked and dusty baritone harmony under the stars' own fierce, bell-like chorus.
Leagues away, yet sounding as though she were at his very shoulder, close enough to touch if he should turn his head and switch partners, Ginny's voice soared golden and clear in the same hymn of wild delight that poured from his own lips; and they grew neither tired nor thirsty nor footsore nor out of breath though the night stretched on forever as the stars plunged beneath the westernmost rim of the earth to dance across a mirrored world all of stone and crystal, its barren beauty sculpted by naught but endless wind and the feather-light footsteps of stars.
On the eastern horizon, they sprang once again into the sky, chasing the waxing moon and the last, ember-soft rays of the sun, drunk with music and motion, and when at last the stars let loose his hands and sent Edmund drifting down to the soft, welcoming earth, he thought he might weep at the knowledge that he could never return, living, to their dance or recreate their song.
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End of Ficlet
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The sharp-eyed may notice that they lost their boat somewhere along the way. Oops.
Also, I am undecided where they landed. Obviously it is not Harfang! But I can think of several options that would be fun to write, and am willing to take input on what people would like to read. (Vinyedvyeri is not an option. It's too close to Harfang and Ginny and Edmund still have several detours to go before I will let them reach their destination... whereupon there may be some diplomacy, followed by the inevitable trouble on the trip back. *evil laughter*)
Written 11/20/17, in response to the
genprompt_bingo square space AU. (250 words)[ETA: The AO3 crosspost is now up!]
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Music of the Spheres
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As he whirled from star to star, lightened feet pushing off the tiniest grains of dust in great bounding steps that covered miles of fragrant, wine-rich air until his next companion held out shining hands to catch and weave him into the heavens' endless dance, Edmund's lungs and heart and fingers filled with the pure, explosive joy of movement until it bubbled from his mouth in reflexive song, a cracked and dusty baritone harmony under the stars' own fierce, bell-like chorus.
Leagues away, yet sounding as though she were at his very shoulder, close enough to touch if he should turn his head and switch partners, Ginny's voice soared golden and clear in the same hymn of wild delight that poured from his own lips; and they grew neither tired nor thirsty nor footsore nor out of breath though the night stretched on forever as the stars plunged beneath the westernmost rim of the earth to dance across a mirrored world all of stone and crystal, its barren beauty sculpted by naught but endless wind and the feather-light footsteps of stars.
On the eastern horizon, they sprang once again into the sky, chasing the waxing moon and the last, ember-soft rays of the sun, drunk with music and motion, and when at last the stars let loose his hands and sent Edmund drifting down to the soft, welcoming earth, he thought he might weep at the knowledge that he could never return, living, to their dance or recreate their song.
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End of Ficlet
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The sharp-eyed may notice that they lost their boat somewhere along the way. Oops.
Also, I am undecided where they landed. Obviously it is not Harfang! But I can think of several options that would be fun to write, and am willing to take input on what people would like to read. (Vinyedvyeri is not an option. It's too close to Harfang and Ginny and Edmund still have several detours to go before I will let them reach their destination... whereupon there may be some diplomacy, followed by the inevitable trouble on the trip back. *evil laughter*)
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Date: 2017-11-21 03:39 am (UTC)Maybe you could set them down on Coriakin's island? No one else could understand Edmund's loss about never returning to the sky to dance with the stars than a former Star. :-)
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Date: 2017-11-21 03:59 am (UTC)