Strange Magic Fanfiction: I’ll Look to Like
I’ll look to like, if looking liking move; But no more deep will I endart mine eye than your consent gives strength to make it fly.
~ Romeo and Juliet
A drabble requested by hellonsneakers and jennithedaydreamer and a few other people. Number 22. “I’ve seen the way you look at me when you think I don’t notice.” Basically my reaction to the my brain pleading can you please ust write some fluff!?
This was meant to be 2000 words. It is now 42 pages long and has turned into a monster. Help me.
This is just one of the many things I’m writing right now, but so far its the only one to actually cooperate. If I can wrangle down the others then I can actually start things. Because now not only have I started six parts of my timeline (when the hell am I just going to bite the bullet and start that stupid thing) but I’ve also decided to write that “Griselda’s Tea Time” idea that everyone got really into. So… we’ll see what happens.
In the meantime….
My biggest fear here is if I wrote Roland right… I mean besides every other blatantly obvious fear. But goddammit the guy is the hardest to write for. He’s got to be charming and slimy all at once. Handsome but ugly. Awful but perfect. I swear he’s a walking batch of irony. So… we’ll see…
Apologies. This is kind of everywhere and might be a little crappy. But it’s something. And this prompt was the kick in the pants for me to actually get some writing done and got me working harder on all my other things.
But yeah… sorry… it’s a little crappy… and I’m not exactly happy with it. But for what it is…
Marianne dealt with many different things in her past, and she’s been in love more than once. And as the age old expression goes, beauty is in the eye of the beholder, eyes are the window to the soul and love is blind. Because they would always look, but it was often her own eyes that deceived her.
A summary of glances and the repetition that really isn’t repetition at all.
A comparison of Marianne’s most important looks.
The first time Roland had looked at her, Marianne had nearly been brought to her knees. Naturally she was more than aware of the status he held in the Kingdom. Who wasn’t? The fair Knight sweeping damsels off their feet with a smile that could slay a dragon and a heart and a sun all at once. The perfect specimen with hair pure as gold and eyes green as tart apples and the grace that swept lakes into streams and brought the grasses in the fields shuddering and bowing before going off to charm the wind as well.
And one day those eyes had fallen on her.