Feathers--part 1
anonymous
October 30 2010, 19:51:04 UTC
Well, jeez.I haven't seen my muse in a good three years, and I never expected to meet her again on a kink meme request XD I apologise for my rusty writing skills. It'll take some practice to shine them up again
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Re: Feathers--part 2
anonymous
October 30 2010, 20:09:32 UTC
(Ah...retarded!anon wants to know if one generally submits parts by replying to previous parts, or by replying to the request? Sorry ^.^; )Arthur hunkered down again, letting Titania graze in peace. He closed his eyes and zipped up his windbreaker as the damp seeped into his clothes. Cold and wet was so much more miserable than cold and dry. He curled into himself, hoping to generate some heat of his own. As he was debating whether or not to go home and spend a few hours in front of the fireplace, he heard a shrill screaming cry from far above that gave him chills unrelated to the cold. He craned his neck to see-and sure enough, an eagle wheeled and turned far overhead, barely visible above the fog. Arthur watched it for a moment, fascinated by the sound and lulled by his fuzzy surroundings
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Re: Feathers--part 2
anonymous
October 30 2010, 23:32:29 UTC
YES two fills! I am so happy. :DD This is not!op again. xD I love how you wrote this and I can't detect any rustiness here. xD Can't wait to see more! :D
Re: Feathers--part 3
anonymous
November 1 2010, 00:25:58 UTC
OP! :D Authoranon would like to thank you very much for reviving her muse. I was getting to point of dispair..you know, I thought I couldn't even write anymore. But this plotbunny from Heaven (or somewhere XD) has proved me wrong!
Also, I would like to say that I'll post every other day or maybe sooner. My muse needs the exercise after sitting around and getting fat for so long.The next morning, Arthur discovered to his horror that the chimney was blocked. The smoke from his little fireplace flooded the room, forcing him to douse it and open the single window onto the cold morning air. He pulled his coat on over his pajamas and trudged outside, coughing and sneezing, to make a fire in the ring of stones behind the cabin. He bristled at the cold
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Oh goodness, the last line made me, 'Awe' for some reason, it seems so.. Arthur! And how he keeps talking to the Eagle like a person! Marvelous!And how the bird wants Arthur's attention and such, expecting some pictures! Its so adorable and I throughly enjoy where this is going!
I'm so happy your Muse has decided to force you into updating this fill frequently! I'm very happy about this and bow to the muse.
Thank you so much, again, for being one of the fillers for this prompt!
Re: Feathers--part 4
anonymous
November 1 2010, 23:00:32 UTC
Okay, here's part 4. Thank you all so much for your comments! I breath them, I need them, I love them! I want to reply to every single one but it takes up comment space T.T Also, I want you guys to know that constructive criticism is good for me if you're up to giving me some~Arthur kept a notebook at all times in his bag, next to his camera. In it, he recorded the name of each horse, its gender, its age (as far as he could guess), and any distinctive markings. He had also tried to sketch several of them, but he was absolutely terrible at it. This hobby was both a comfort and a necessity--he’d need the information when he went back home at the end of the summer and printed all of his pictures
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Re: Feathers--part 5 (fixed)
anonymous
December 5 2010, 23:45:14 UTC
Many apologies for the long wait and the multitude of fail. There'll be a bit more time between updates thanks to my final exams, but they finish in a week and I'll have plenty of time to give this fic my love again. In the meantime, please enjoy the fixed-format version of part 5. Thank you, all of you (OP: authoranon loves you) for sticking with me!
“Shit.” hissed Arthur as he failed to dodge a chunk of solidified ash that clunked him on the head. His voice sounded muffled and strange inside the stone chimney. He pulled his head out of the fireplace and retreated, coughing, to the to warm June air outside his cabin and shook out his hair and clothes, leaving soot floating in the breeze.
He’d taken the opportunity to completely clean his blocked chimney, and though his efforts proved successful, the aftermath was disastrous. Despite his attempts to cover his furniture, the leftover ash tinted everything a dirty grey.
Oh well, thought Arthur, feeling resigned. This place was begging for a spring cleaning anyway.He took a deep
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Feathers--part 6
anonymous
January 3 2011, 07:12:56 UTC
Where have I been?! Good grief, I never meant to keep you all waiting like that. Many apologies.The next morning Arthur woke to the sound of a deafening chorus of small mountain songbirds. He pressed his pillow over his head, muttering grumpily. He’d never heard such a blast of noise from them before…hardly a peep, in fact. But why was that? When he grasped that they weren’t going to stop, he sat up grudgingly, blinking in the dim light that filtered through the window shutter and warmed the wood walls
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And I love how your England talks at/to the animals. It's makes me like him any more.
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Really? Aww, thank you >w<
lol, it's kinda based on how I talk to animals all the time. I hate being caught at it though, because I probably looks like I'm mentally ill XD
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You're welcome, haha. I'm glad someone is so enthusiastic about it! It makes me feel good ^w^
I'll try to post the next parts tomorrow or the next day.
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This was simpling amazing! I adored the way you characterized Arthur and the 'Eagles' reaction. Simply brilliant!
You my friend are not rusty at all! I do hope this keeps you in the mood for writing I'm eager to read whats next!
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Also, I would like to say that I'll post every other day or maybe sooner. My muse needs the exercise after sitting around and getting fat for so long.The next morning, Arthur discovered to his horror that the chimney was blocked. The smoke from his little fireplace flooded the room, forcing him to douse it and open the single window onto the cold morning air. He pulled his coat on over his pajamas and trudged outside, coughing and sneezing, to make a fire in the ring of stones behind the cabin. He bristled at the cold ( ... )
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I'm so happy your Muse has decided to force you into updating this fill frequently! I'm very happy about this and bow to the muse.
Thank you so much, again, for being one of the fillers for this prompt!
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"Am I being bashful around a bird? What rubbish."
Yet he still tells it to stop watching him XD Oh Arthur! I love you!
And you Anon! For writing him so well!
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“Shit.” hissed Arthur as he failed to dodge a chunk of solidified ash that clunked him on the head. His voice sounded muffled and strange inside the stone chimney. He pulled his head out of the fireplace and retreated, coughing, to the to warm June air outside his cabin and shook out his hair and clothes, leaving soot floating in the breeze.
He’d taken the opportunity to completely clean his blocked chimney, and though his efforts proved successful, the aftermath was disastrous. Despite his attempts to cover his furniture, the leftover ash tinted everything a dirty grey.
Oh well, thought Arthur, feeling resigned. This place was begging for a spring cleaning anyway.He took a deep ( ... )
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