Opening sentences of the next original story-in-progress:
Emberly Lyon, reshelving the third volume of Gruyere’s History of Empire, startled a book-thief in the back room of the King’s Library at half-past three in the morning.
Ember, one hand still on his book, blinked at the intruder in lantern-light. The book-thief recovered from surprise first, and demanded, “What are you even doing here?”
“I was–” Instinctive guilt - he’d always been capable of losing time in a book, about which Chance teased him mercilessly, in the way of younger brothers - lost out to baffled anger. “I’m the King’s Librarian! What are you doing?”
“I don’t suppose you’d believe I wanted to borrow a novel of seafaring navigation, shipwreck, and improbable feats of adventure?” The book-thief had a voice that laughed: wind over water, copper chines in arched doorways, melody in sunshine. Ember couldn’t see much of him in library shadow, only the glance of a single dark-lantern’s rays across slender build, petite height, dark hair.
And at last I see the light, And it’s like the fog has lifted. And at last I see the light, And it’s like the sky is new. And it’s warm and real and bright, And the world has somehow shifted. All at once everything is different, Now that I see you.
All those days chasing down a daydream All those years living in a blur All that time never truly seeing Things, the way they were Now she’s here shining in the starlight Now she’s here suddenly I know If she’s here it’s crystal clear I’m where I’m meant to go
favourite disney songs [3/20] ↳ at last I see the light from tangled.
All those days watching from the windows, all those years outside looking in. All that time never even knowing just how blind I’ve been. Now I’m here blinking in the starlight. Now I’m here, suddenly I see. Standing here it’s all so clear. I’m where I’m meant to be. [x]