4. From the Darkness We Rise
4: What’s your favorite line of dialogue? // From the Darkness We Rise.
Idk, really. And I just reread it again too. I mean it’s a huge story, it’s a little like trying to find red pieces of straw in a huge pile of straw, except there are like 100 red pieces and it’s really hard to pick a favourite.
It’d probably be something either Pitch, North or Jack said though. Or the Nain Rouge. I remember having so much fun when I started writing the Nain Rouge’s dialogue. The part where she opens her gross fur coat and brings out the guns and says:
‘Bitches, that’d be about the last thing you’ll ever do. Don’t mess with the wight from Detroit, I say.’
Before shooting the place up and hitting Pitch, I was like man I am having so much fun with this fic and reading back over it sort of makes me always remember what that was like. :D
I really loved this exchange between Jack and Pitch later on:
‘We’re never going to talk about it, are we?’ Jack said, and Pitch blinked once at his notebook.
‘Us kissing?’ Jack added, as Pitch continued to deliberately writing in his notebook.
‘Because,’ Jack continued, flushing, ‘if that was just some kind of post-almost-dying make-out fest, I’d like to know now, so that I can be there for the next time you nearly die and then heal yourself.’
It just felt so much like how Jack would deal with it, and I was dealing with writer’s block at the time and I felt like Jack was poking me with his staff going ‘if you just listened to me I could help you.’
The hounds caught up to the stag first, and they swirled around them both, sniffing and barking, and then ran off, happy to leave the stag alone now that he had been caught. Jack caught Pitch’s eye and felt flushed at the approving expression on his face. Gwyn didn’t seem at all disappointed that Jack hadn’t killed the stag. Jack was surprised to see him so relaxed. He seemed entirely unlike the Gwyn that came to North’s Workshop every day and trained grimly for hours on end. He was a wild creature, a piece of starlight fashioned into a forest wight.
Because you know, that was around the time I realised I didn’t actually really dislike Gwyn as a character. Also that entire Wild Hunt scene.
‘You are like…the biggest romantic. I swear. Pitch and I haven’t even, we haven’t even talked about this stuff. It’s not even like that. It’s just a thing. I don’t even know what it is. I don’t even know if we’re friends. I don’t even know why he’d like me. And I don’t mean that in a self-deprecating, like, ‘Oh, poor Jack, no attractive qualities’ way. I mean seriously. Look at him. Down there. With like the King of the Seelie Court. He looks like he’s always belonged with them. With these grand, noble warriors who have all this inner strength and dignity and… then there’s me. And I hate deadlines, and strategy meetings, and planning, and I think being dignified is over-rated, and…’
‘The heart wants what it wants,’ North said, on a smile.
We’re going to be here for a long time tbh I have quite a few lines that count as favourites. *hangs head.*
Oh one more, one more because I can’t help myself:
Jack closed his fingers around the locket until his hand was shaking and it was cutting into his palm. If Pitch was trapped too far beneath the shadows to keep it safe, Jack would have to do it for him. It was all he could do, until he found his way through the shadows back to the man he loved.
Okay okay, I’m done.