Dancing polonaise
anonymous
January 11 2009, 00:07:15 UTC
Dearest anons. Inspired by the children!fic over on the first kink meme and a comic (of which I shall post the link to shortly), I have come here requesting this;
kid!Lithuania and kid!Poland, dancing polonaise.
(It doesn't make much historical sense, since it was written after the partitions, but how about we call it sort-of-AU?)
And if any anons want something to get their creative juices flowing, or just a little motivation this gorgeous fancomic should do nicely~
Dust Motes (1/?)
anonymous
January 13 2009, 10:28:24 UTC
**I got over myself enough to try write this…I think I’m happy with it, but I’m still pretty nervous, so any feedbacks good ok?**
‘It’s funny what can bring back memories', thought Toris, as the dust motes swirled around him in the room that refused to be clean, no matter how hard he tried. The way the light hit the dust made it look golden somehow, like…
I remember…
“This is a big deal Liet. We don’t get a chance like this often. I wanna show people just how great Poland really is…” With a tilt of a chin Feliks offers out his hand to me, and I see it reflected in the mirrors that surround us. For some reason this ballet studio hasn’t been used lately and the dust is thick in the air, but the light hits it and it seems to glitter. It’s really awfully pretty, and the gold is a lot like Fe- “Helloooo, are we doing this?” The pout accompanying this is reflecting all around me, but only the green eyes in front of me show the hurt behind them. My daydreaming wounds him too much, and that’s why I must do this. I can only hope I don
( ... )
Dust Motes (2/?)
anonymous
January 13 2009, 11:28:30 UTC
A shaky laugh escaped Toris’s lips as he twisted his wedding ring around his finger. There were dishes to be cleaned and beds to be made but…
‘We’ve had been practising for months now. How could I possibly forget it? I know Feliks’s hands better than I know my own now. Nothing can possibly go wrong. Just breathe Toris. Breathe.’ I’ve been telling myself this for hours now and my breathing is still all wrong as I panic and twist in this strange Polish traditional garb. It just won’t go on! What if I rip it, what if I walk in with my shirt on backwards, what if…
“Woah, you okay there Liet?” It’s dark in here but I can’t miss Feliks no matter where he is. “Seriously, ya want help?” I must be holding everybody up, he’s all dressed and ready, and the ruffles in cream and gold remind me just how important this event is. I’ve never been good with finery, but I still really don’t think I should have my pants round my ankles and my shirt twisted in my hair. “Please” I beg, and as I watch the clock tick painstakingly the fingers fuss at me
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Dust Motes (2/?) Author notes :)
anonymous
January 13 2009, 11:32:52 UTC
Just a few things i should add in , but i didnt want at the top cos it just looks ugly...
1) I know the language i'm using for lithuania is a bit fancy for a 9 year old, but i see him as quite smart, and i think he'd use words like that. Also this is set a fair bit back in history, so it makes sense right?
2) The song I'm using bits of is called So Beautiful, by Darren Hayes <3
Re: Dust Motes (2/?) Author
anonymous
January 13 2009, 22:08:17 UTC
Awww...*feels touched* really glad i posted this now...i think theres going to be around four parts to this AND i have some art, once i figure out how to actually put it up (have no idea) The next two should be up tonight, midnight my time, so about 10 am here
Dust Motes (3/4)
anonymous
January 14 2009, 11:31:45 UTC
The sounds of rusty piano playing filled the empty room, basic but somehow filled with a deeper meaning, as though the tune is too basic for the emotion behind it. And as Toris’s eyes tighten the melody becomes more melancholic, like the memories still to come.
And if all the world was perfect I would only ever want to see your scars
One…two…three…I still have to count the beat in my mind, I can’t manage without it. Dancing doesn’t come to me naturally. It’s so hard to concentrate though, all eyes must be on my partner now. I know everybody here wants to hold him, I know what it’s like because I feel the same…Did I really just think that? Surely that’s not right, I should just concentrate and enjoy the dance …one…two…three…
Whether I’m up or down, theres no crowd to please…
What crowd? Are we really in the middle of a ballroom? This must just be another one of our days outside playing in the rye, with the sun shining and my hair in my face… After all are we even dancing a polonaise now? I think we must just be spinning in a circle
( ... )
Dust Motes (4/4)
anonymous
January 14 2009, 12:10:52 UTC
I have left my confusion to a cynical world…I am throwing myself at things I don’t understand…
I find myself in the middle of the polished wooden floor with just a sea of legs around me, and Feliks nowhere to be seen. I hate being this small, who will pay attention to me? I swear somebody just patted me on the head and I feel like biting them. Why can’t I just grow up? As soon as things go bad I fall apart. God, I’m still such a child.
Discovered in light…
Its up to me to be the adult, I know Feliks can’t handle it. He acts so brave but I can just see him now, curled up in a ball, with tears running now his face and strangers all around him…why did he have to be so shy? My head hurts, and my heart hurts. I wish I could just run away but I have to be grown up and find him. If I was him I’d want some air…
Til I’m holding your hand…
Is that him? It must be, heading for the exit. I have to catch him…I can see how wet his face is from here... I’m running and pushing through the crowd but it doesn’t seem to be doing anything. I
( ... )
kid!Lithuania and kid!Poland, dancing polonaise.
(It doesn't make much historical sense, since it was written after the partitions, but how about we call it sort-of-AU?)
And if any anons want something to get their creative juices flowing, or just a little motivation this gorgeous fancomic should do nicely~
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‘It’s funny what can bring back memories', thought Toris, as the dust motes swirled around him in the room that refused to be clean, no matter how hard he tried. The way the light hit the dust made it look golden somehow, like…
I remember…
“This is a big deal Liet. We don’t get a chance like this often. I wanna show people just how great Poland really is…”
With a tilt of a chin Feliks offers out his hand to me, and I see it reflected in the mirrors that surround us. For some reason this ballet studio hasn’t been used lately and the dust is thick in the air, but the light hits it and it seems to glitter.
It’s really awfully pretty, and the gold is a lot like Fe- “Helloooo, are we doing this?” The pout accompanying this is reflecting all around me, but only the green eyes in front of me show the hurt behind them.
My daydreaming wounds him too much, and that’s why I must do this. I can only hope I don ( ... )
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anon loves you, writer!anon ♥
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‘We’ve had been practising for months now. How could I possibly forget it? I know Feliks’s hands better than I know my own now. Nothing can possibly go wrong. Just breathe Toris. Breathe.’
I’ve been telling myself this for hours now and my breathing is still all wrong as I panic and twist in this strange Polish traditional garb. It just won’t go on! What if I rip it, what if I walk in with my shirt on backwards, what if…
“Woah, you okay there Liet?” It’s dark in here but I can’t miss Feliks no matter where he is.
“Seriously, ya want help?” I must be holding everybody up, he’s all dressed and ready, and the ruffles in cream and gold remind me just how important this event is. I’ve never been good with finery, but I still really don’t think I should have my pants round my ankles and my shirt twisted in my hair.
“Please” I beg, and as I watch the clock tick painstakingly the fingers fuss at me ( ... )
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1) I know the language i'm using for lithuania is a bit fancy for a 9 year old, but i see him as quite smart, and i think he'd use words like that. Also this is set a fair bit back in history, so it makes sense right?
2) The song I'm using bits of is called So Beautiful, by Darren Hayes <3
Thank you for reading this *mwah*
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♥ Awww! Anon this was adorable!
And don't let requests stress you out, anon. No one would ever be let down by a fill from you!
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thank you so much - it's the one of my favourte fills in whole meme <3
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if this is what getting over yourself brings, START JUMPING SOME FRICKIN HURDLES NOW
ilovethis :D
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The next two should be up tonight, midnight my time, so about 10 am here
:)
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One solo lithuania pic
http://img61.imageshack.us/my.php?image=cci14012009000002gc1.jpg
One solo poland pic
http://img356.imageshack.us/my.php?image=cci14012009000003sx5.jpg
and the two joined together as one image :)
http://img356.imageshack.us/my.php?image=cci1401200900000qg9.jpg
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And if all the world was perfect I would only ever want to see your scars
One…two…three…I still have to count the beat in my mind, I can’t manage without it.
Dancing doesn’t come to me naturally. It’s so hard to concentrate though, all eyes must be on my partner now.
I know everybody here wants to hold him, I know what it’s like because I feel the same…Did I really just think that? Surely that’s not right, I should just concentrate and enjoy the dance
…one…two…three…
Whether I’m up or down, theres no crowd to please…
What crowd? Are we really in the middle of a ballroom? This must just be another one of our days outside playing in the rye, with the sun shining and my hair in my face…
After all are we even dancing a polonaise now? I think we must just be spinning in a circle ( ... )
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I have left my confusion to a cynical world…I am throwing myself at things I don’t understand…
I find myself in the middle of the polished wooden floor with just a sea of legs around me, and Feliks nowhere to be seen.
I hate being this small, who will pay attention to me? I swear somebody just patted me on the head and I feel like biting them.
Why can’t I just grow up? As soon as things go bad I fall apart.
God, I’m still such a child.
Discovered in light…
Its up to me to be the adult, I know Feliks can’t handle it. He acts so brave but I can just see him now, curled up in a ball,
with tears running now his face and strangers all around him…why did he have to be so shy?
My head hurts, and my heart hurts. I wish I could just run away but I have to be grown up and find him.
If I was him I’d want some air…
Til I’m holding your hand…
Is that him? It must be, heading for the exit. I have to catch him…I can see how wet his face is from here...
I’m running and pushing through the crowd but it doesn’t seem to be doing anything. I ( ... )
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you are a really excellent writer !! You showed everything what is cutest in this pairing :)
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