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last_herald_mageHere are three scenes that ended up being cut from “Telling the Truth”. Writing is such a painstaking process for me that I hate to just delete scenes that aren't working or slowing down the plot.
This one actually wasn't part of the fic, it was just a random scene that popped in my head when I was tossing around ideas of alternate ways of Van and Stef getting together. Hell, I may still end up using this to kickstart a later fic (omgthene, talk about the prompt that keeps on prompting ;___;)
“Stefen? Is everything all right?” Van’s voice sounded distant, as if he were asking merely for politeness’ sake, and not out of any genuine concern for Stefen’s wellbeing.
Stefen just stared at him, weighing various responses. How do you do it? he wondered. You want me, I know you do. You’re good at masking your feelings, but I’m better at seeing beneath masks. But no matter what I do, you turn me away. You really have turned yourself into a, into a statue, haven’t you? And I don’t know who’s the greater fool; you, for doing it in the first place, or me, for throwing myself at you.
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And here are the original opening paragraphs. They were fun to write, but ended up being sacrificed for the sake of pacing.
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Havens, that bed is going to feel good….
He reached for the door handle, and paused; he sensed someone in the room, Gifted, but Mindblocked. His first thought was that it must be a servant, but the servants were all unGifted, and he would have known immediately if it was Savil. Therefore—Stefen.
Damnit. He’d succeeded in keeping the Bard at arm’s reach on the road, mostly by keeping close to Savil. But now, everyone else in the Keep was in bed, even the servants. I suppose I’ll have to sleep in one of the other guest rooms, he thought irritably. Then he chided himself. Havens, Herald. You’ve slept in far worse places than an unaired, dusty guest room. And better that than…the alternative.
Poking his head in a room down at the opposite end of the hall, he cautiously tested the air; no smell of rats or other pests. The bed didn’t have pillows or linens or a coverlet on it, but it was a bed, and it was still warm enough at night that he should comfortable without a blanket.
Good enough.
***
In the morning, a despicably cheerful maid apologized for the misunderstanding, and took Vanyel’s things away, replacing them with breakfast, which Stefen didn’t even pretend to eat. He stared at the eggs and sausage in forlorn silence, wondering what the hell else he could possibly do that he hadn’t already tried.
And now I suppose I’ll have to play gallant to Lady Treesa. If I don’t make an appearance soon, she’s going to think I’m slighting her, or worse, that I’ve taken ill, and she and her ladies will descend upon me and cosset and coo at me, and try to drive me mad.
With a resigned sigh, he sent a message to Lady Treesa via the maid, and made himself presentable.
This one actually wasn't part of the fic, it was just a random scene that popped in my head when I was tossing around ideas of alternate ways of Van and Stef getting together. Hell, I may still end up using this to kickstart a later fic (omg
thene, talk about the prompt that keeps on prompting ;___;)“Stefen? Is everything all right?” Van’s voice sounded distant, as if he were asking merely for politeness’ sake, and not out of any genuine concern for Stefen’s wellbeing.
Stefen just stared at him, weighing various responses. How do you do it? he wondered. You want me, I know you do. You’re good at masking your feelings, but I’m better at seeing beneath masks. But no matter what I do, you turn me away. You really have turned yourself into a, into a statue, haven’t you? And I don’t know who’s the greater fool; you, for doing it in the first place, or me, for throwing myself at you.
***
And here are the original opening paragraphs. They were fun to write, but ended up being sacrificed for the sake of pacing.
*
Havens, that bed is going to feel good….
He reached for the door handle, and paused; he sensed someone in the room, Gifted, but Mindblocked. His first thought was that it must be a servant, but the servants were all unGifted, and he would have known immediately if it was Savil. Therefore—Stefen.
Damnit. He’d succeeded in keeping the Bard at arm’s reach on the road, mostly by keeping close to Savil. But now, everyone else in the Keep was in bed, even the servants. I suppose I’ll have to sleep in one of the other guest rooms, he thought irritably. Then he chided himself. Havens, Herald. You’ve slept in far worse places than an unaired, dusty guest room. And better that than…the alternative.
Poking his head in a room down at the opposite end of the hall, he cautiously tested the air; no smell of rats or other pests. The bed didn’t have pillows or linens or a coverlet on it, but it was a bed, and it was still warm enough at night that he should comfortable without a blanket.
Good enough.
***
In the morning, a despicably cheerful maid apologized for the misunderstanding, and took Vanyel’s things away, replacing them with breakfast, which Stefen didn’t even pretend to eat. He stared at the eggs and sausage in forlorn silence, wondering what the hell else he could possibly do that he hadn’t already tried.
And now I suppose I’ll have to play gallant to Lady Treesa. If I don’t make an appearance soon, she’s going to think I’m slighting her, or worse, that I’ve taken ill, and she and her ladies will descend upon me and cosset and coo at me, and try to drive me mad.
With a resigned sigh, he sent a message to Lady Treesa via the maid, and made himself presentable.
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Date: 2013-02-28 04:54 pm (UTC)I need to amnesty some stuff, I really do. I would like to FINISH SOMETHING for once first, though. :/
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Date: 2013-02-28 05:07 pm (UTC)(I have a fairly largish scene from MPTP that was what gave me the idea for actually doing this, but I can't post it as it's from chapter five, ahaha.)
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Date: 2013-02-28 05:54 pm (UTC)I feel your pain - I want to amnesty two scenes from the threesome I've not finished yet. :( i just. have no time right now ;__;
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Date: 2013-03-01 10:02 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2013-03-01 01:32 am (UTC)I also have tons of half-finished stuff, but have been at work for the past ten days straight. Seriously, kill me now. Also, my daughter just turned one (yay, we all survived), and you would not believe the madness of a first birthday (even when you try NOT to buy into it)!
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Date: 2013-03-01 09:56 pm (UTC)AUGH WORKS NO. I hear you because the first week of my new job, it was so slow and I was despairing of making enough money to live, then it turned around and went LOL J/K LET'S PULL MULTIPLE DOUBLE SHIFTS AND NOT GIVE YOU A DAY OFF FOR A WHOLE WEEK. D:
d'aaaaaaaw happy birthday to baby Gilda!