Aniiee's inane ramblings

The Veil Jumper's camp in the forest was still mostly asleep. The few in it who had started their day nodded, waved, and called their "good morning"s to Asriel. These were his people. The young mage responded to their greetings but jovially sidestepped any attempts to lengthier conversation. As he and his friends wandered deeper into the forest, leaving the camp and its people behind, Asriel grew quiet. Walking with some purpose, they reached a lake well past midday.

Ever attuned to the world's spirits and the feeling that was death, Emmerich let out a breath. This place felt akin to the Grand Necropolis. Familiar, but different. Death lingered here, not grand and majestic like there, but quiet, unassuming. By this beautiful lake in the forest, there was a keen sense of sorrow, loss, and longing. 
"Beautiful place", Lucanis said cautiously, studying Asriel's profile carefully. "But where are we?"
"This is where I died", Asriel replied, and there was nothing left of the jovial, cheerful young man from this morning.

The other two stared at him, Lucanis' heart pounding in his chest. With all they had seen in the last year, Asriel might actually mean it. 

"Rook..." Emmerich began, but Asriel cut him off.

"Not literally." Asriel stared out over the lake, the expression on his face a mix of sorrow and determination, as if he was steeling himself for a fight with a dragon. "After Varric recruited me and I had squared the thought of going up against one my own gods, I came here", he turned to Emmerich. "We talked once, briefly, about what I wanted to happen to me after my death. I said I hadn't thought about it, which is true in a fashion. I just always took for granted that the same would happen to me as has happened to everyone in my family for thousands of years", he turned back towards the lake, eyes burning with unshed tears. "Our bodies are burned, the ashes collected, and once we again pass this lake on our travels, those ashes are spread on the lake. It's what happened to my mother, to my father, to my older brother.

It is what I did when I came here last. I made an effigy of flowers, burned it, and let the ashes spread with the winds, across the lake." Lucanis' heart ached when he saw a tear make a trail down Asriel's cheek. He desperately wanted to reach out to him, comfort him. "Asriel Aldvir died", Asriel continued, "and I became Rook. And Rook I will be until this is over", he was fighting against tears now. "I don't believe I will ever see this place again."

For a long moment, they were quiet. A gust of wind came to them across the lake. Lucanis could swear he smelled smoke and wildflowers on it. He came to realize just then that that was what Asriel smelled like, wood smoke and wildflowers. And ice magic. And again his heart ached for this young man that he loved so dearly after such a short time of knowing him.

"If it comes to that", the mortalitasi said somberly, "I will see to it that you are brought here, to rest with your family."

Asriel didn't reply. More tears spilled down his pale cheeks. Lucanis wished hotly that Emmerich had been somewhere else.

"Come, Lucanis", Emmerich said. "Asriel needs some time." Was it the first time he had used Asriel's real name? Asriel couldn't remember. But rather than letting his friends leave him to his miserable reverie, he shook himself and said:
"No. I'm fine. Let's head back or we won't get home before midnight."

When the three men came back to the Lighthouse, it was closer to midnight than not. Emmerich and Lucanis headed off to the kitchen, but despite not having eaten all day, Asriel wasn't hungry. He returned to his chamber instead, and he just stood there, staring out the window, when Lucanis came. This whole day didn't sit right with Lucanis, he needed to figure this out. Figure Asriel out. He was about to reach out to him, when Asriel turned, buried his face against Lucanis' neck, and sobbed. 

"I'm not alright", he whispered. And then suddenly, he gave Lucanis a shove and shouted; "And it's your fault!"

The shove wasn't very hard, but the shock was all the greater. Lucanis took a step back, staring at the elf. Asriel's face was a mask of anguish, tears flowing freely down his cheeks. "Asriel, I...", Lucanis began, raising a hand in treatment, but Asriel wasn't finished. 

"I just wanted to die", he shouted. "I just wanted to raise my staff against a threat that I knew I could not overcome, and die knowing I had done something, anything, worth doing, and be something other than the child that killed his mother, other than an orphan who lost his father, a child who was a burden to his brother. Anything, anyone, other than poor, small, weak, sickly Asriel!"

Asriel paused, gasping for breath. He was pale as a spirit, his blue eyes seemed bluer than ever, shimmering with tears. Again, Lucanis reached for him, but again, Asriel spoke. Softer now, sobbing.

"So I smiled. So I was always alright. So no one needed to worry about me, no, really, Asriel is fine. Asriel encourages every one of his friends, always taking care of everybody. Asriel is such a diligent student, such a daring explorer, such a great leader. Just what we need to take on an ancient elven god. Be Rook, get a team together, fight the god, die, be at peace. And then you waltz in here and ruin it. Why did you ruin it, Lucanis? Why did you have to come and ruin it, why did you have to be the one thing in this world that made me believe for one moment that there might be something still worth living for?"

Lucanis stood for a long moment just staring at Asriel, love and sorrow aching in his chest. All this time, had he too only really seen Rook? Even in their love, even as he had started calling Asriel by his real name, Asriel had been hidden under Rook. Always smiling, always encouraging, always optimistic, to the point of naive. Always keeping everyone at arm's length. Always avoiding putting too much focus on himself. Always slightly aloof... Except, also, always true. Lucanis knew, in his heart, that this, the Asriel that now stood there, the anguish on his face exchanged for weary defeat, was the same man he had fallen in love with. He had seen glimpses of this Asriel before, and he loved him all the more for it.

He raised his hand again, and this time, Asriel took a step towards him. Lucanis grabbed him and pulled him into his arms. Strong, warm Lucanis, Asriel thought. Strong, warm, smelling warm of coffee and salty winds. 
"I see you, Asriel", Lucanis murmured, fingers gently starting to pull apart Asriel's dark red braid.

Why, thank you =)

Kör skiten genom google translate om du behöver. Det funkar ok. 

Det finns en början på sätt och vis. Detta är definitiv en bra bit in i historien. Men detta är lätt frustrerad fan fiction, så jag kan inte ta credd för den biten.

Jäkla autocorrect. 

I tredje stycket ska det stå "raised a hand in ENtreatment". 

Tack för att ni läste, och att ni tycker om mitt "språk".

Och självklart är alla tankar, åsikter och analyser välkomna =p

Och nu, något annat.... 

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The glade with the giant oak tree with silver-tinted leaves is alive with color fluttering hither and through, a rainbow's worth. The four city youths stood for a moment, gaping. 

"Fairies", Elril breathed in awe.

"Fairies", Irestor confirms, as if it was the most normal thing in the world to just walk into a glade full of fairies. Maybe it was, for the elf.

Out of nowhere, a fairy popped up right in front of Irestor's nose. A very small young woman, with with long grey hair and silver eyes, dressed in orange leaves. Her wings were like a butterfly's, with the same blue color as Irestor's eyes, and on her face, she wore an expression of mixed anger and glee.

"Irestor", she cried out. "You're back! Where have you been, you haven't been here for ages, you meanie! Not since I gave you your new boots! You haven't even sent me a falcon since, you meanie!" Then she catches sight of Elril, Adomorn, Zanedithas and Aylonna. "Oh, oh, oh! Are they humans? I've never seen humans before, you never bring me any, you meanie. Are those boys? Why are the boys naked? Is she a girl? I think she is a girl. Why are the boys naked, but not the girl? Don't they know it's slaktirmaithir? They'll freeze to death. You should give them some clothes. But you're back, you big meanie!" And then she promptly hugged Irestor's nose.

"I missed you too, Tilja", Irestor replied. Elril felt entirely out of breath from the fairy's harangue. "And the boys are not naked, they're in their long-shirts."

Tilja abandoned Irestor's nose to flutter in front of the humans, inspecting their scant attire. Then she fluttered back to Irestor and said in a non-whisper:
"I think the boys' long-shirts are not quite long enough. Things... are showing..."

Irestor suppressed a snort. 

Elril's mind was reeling from trying to take it all in. All the fairytales that he grew up hearing, grew up telling, have sprung to life in front of him, and all it took to get to see it was to be sentenced to death. A little drastic, in his opinion. An elf. A glade full of fairies, one of whom was evidently quite chatty. Irestor was quite different here than he had been all morning. Quiet on the verge of dour, their savior and subsequent guide had transformed into something almost friendly and happy. Elril decided it must be hard to keep one's reserved dignity when someone is hugging your nose. 

"Slaktirmaithir", Adomorn said slowly, tasting the world. "Sounds like a longer version of Slamath."

"Trust humans to make a lazy bastardization of my people's language", Irestor frowned.

Tilja the fairy rounds Irestor again to flutter in front of the humans. "Yes", she said in a lecturing voice. "Slakthirmaithir. The maithir when you go on your last hunts before winter."

"You made Irestor's boots", Aylonna put in curiously. "Twenty years ago?"

"Yes" Tilja replied curtly. "And he never even thanked me twice."

Elril grinned. Fascinated by the whole situation, he tried not to make any sudden moves, fearing he would startle, or more probably anger, the tiny being with the blue butterfly wings. The idea that Irestor would be ingrateful for a pair of boots for 20 years made him want to laugh, but he dared not. 

"Tilja", Irestor said, voice soft and quiet, turning to them. "Take the humans downstairs. They need rest, warmth, food, and, yes, clothes. And probably a bath. I'll", his eyes grew distant. "I'll visit the thinking pools." And with that, Irestor shed his heavy cloak, his weapons, and his traveling bags, and walked away. Tilja watched him go, concern on her face. Then she turned back to the humans. "This way", she said cheerfully, and flutterd off towards the great oak.

Och nu, något annat något annat. Detta riskerar att bli långt. Och i flera delar. Över kanske några dagar.

Igen, som jag skrev till Fredrik förut, om det är svårläst på engelska, släng in det i Google Translate. Inte perfektt, men hjälper kanske. 

Detta är en sk first draft skriven igår och idag så verkligen råmaterial.

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Rowan Glaros is on his way home. For the first time in 6 years, he's going home to Embrim, and his family. And how long had it been before then? Three years? Four? He'd left for his travels when he was 20. 

There is so much he needs to share with them. So many discoveries, so much new knowledge. And Eiri. Rowan looks over at Eiri. The elf sits opposite him, staring out of the carriage window. He looks tired and thoughtful. No wonder, they've been on the road for two weeks. My bonded, Rowan thought affectionately, my darling future husband. My sweet mystery. Strange how we could live out whole childhoods in the same city and not meet until we were at the other side of Reutervit, a whole Realm away.

Rowan had to wonder how his family would react to meeting Eiri. In fact, he hasn't even told them Eiri exists. For some reason, it always felt wrong to him to put that in letters. His siblings would be thrilled, he was sure. His father would be warmly accepting, probably while surprised. His mother, temporarily disappointed. After all, her son was bringing home an elven man, instead of a human woman. There would not be a lot of prospects for grandchildren by her oldest son with that. But she would accept the arrangement, Rowan was sure. If nothing else, Eiri's quiet charm would win her over. 

Rowan reached out and took Eiri's hand, intertwining their fingers. Eiri's hand is ice cold, as usual. Rowan had noted earlier that his love didn't seem to understand the concept of gloves. Eiri's thoughtful expression, lightly chewing the inside of his lower lip, prompted Rowan to ask: "Are you worried?"

"Are you sure this is wise", Eiri asked. "Will your family really accept this? I am an elf, a man, and a mage. Gods know my family would not, were I to tell them."

Mildly surprised that Eiri even mentioned his family, Rowan rubbed Eiri's thumb with his own. "My family is not like yours", he said reassuringly. Truth is, he knows very little about Eiri's family, beyond the fact that they had some sort of falling out 11 years ago when Eiri was 17. "My parents might be mildly questioning for three minutes, but then they will see you as I do; as an intelligent, gifted mage and a caring, loving person with a heart of gold. You'll fit right in, whatever they might be expecting from me before they meet you."

Rowan let go of Eiri's hand, placed it on his cheek instead, and smiled conspiratorially. "And if they don't, we can always run away together."

Eiri scoffed with a smile, took Rowan's hand, and pressed it against his lips. "Know that if my father finds out that I'm back in the city, you will have to deal with an abduction in addition to that other investigation you're working on." Then, almost nonchalantly, he turned his gaze back to the city and sea ahead.

A chill ran down Rowan's spine. Did Eiri really just say that he is in danger of abduction of his own family if he returns to his hometown? What, by the Celestial Threads, is that family? A cult? "Is that a real danger", he asked. "And if it is, I...", Rowan studied Eiri's profile, half-lit by the gloomy sky. There was no hint of jest, just his usual beautiful and quietly reserved elven features. "Not while I breathe", he vowed quietly. Realizing that Eiri was still holding his hand, he traced a protection spell across its back, just in case. "You should tell me what your father might actually try", he prompted. "In case you need protection."

"One thing at a time, love", Eiri replied softly. "Now I want to gather what courage I can to meet your family." Reluctantly, Rowan accepted that need and they spent the rest of the carriage ride in silence. 

An hour later, in the twilight just after sunset, Rowan stood on the steps of his lavish childhood home on the outer edge of Embrim's Human Noble's Quarters. The stone facade is festooned with Solstice decor, a wreath of evergreen branches and silver silk bands hangs on the deep red door. A familiar mix of anticipation and comfort filled Rowan, coming home might be one of the best feelings in the world. "Ready", he asked Eiri, smoothing out an imaginary wrinkle on his lover's travelling cloak. Not waiting for a reply, he knocked at the door. 

The door opened, and the pair on the steps got a moment's glimpse of Madame Norha, the Glaros' family housekeeper, before they were greeted by two large, white dogs, demanding immediate attention from their returning master. Tails wagging, the two large Reutervitian Shepherds tried their best to jump up on Rowan, sniffing packs and entangling themselves in his cloak. Laughing, Rowan cries out; "Frost! Storm! Get down, you magnificent beasts." Rowan gave them both a good scratch, glancing over at Eiri. The elf looked a little taken aback and apprehensive, but also quite amused. 

"Madame Norha", Rowan grinned, observing the housekeeper's mixed look of disapproval and fond tolerance. "Welcome home, Master Rowan", she said, stepping aside to make room for them to come inside. "All well here? Everybody home", Rowan asked, shooing the dogs inside, pulling Eiri and their packs in behind them. "All is well", Madame Norha nodded, giving Eiri a scrutinizing look as he entered. "Your Lady Mother is busy planning next week's Solstice Feast and entertaining your sister's baby at the same time, and your Lord Father hasn't left his study since Lord Harmod arrived with some astrological charts or other three days ago. Alissa is resting after a bout of the flu and Kara, Wil, and Sari are, as usual, nowhere to be seen unless there is food."

Why, thank you =) Och ha så kul med läsningen. Eller, ja... "kul".... Men du fattar vad jag menar....

Ok, jag känner att måste byta tillbaka tempus..... Jag började uppenbarligen på ett, bytte (tanklöst).... Men det är ju detta first drafts är till för... suck....

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Rowan chuckles. "Some things never change", he muses. Then he turns to Eiri. "Let's go to my room, settle in and freshen up. Father's study is on the way, so if you don't mind, we'll drop in on him, just briefly."

"I'll have your things brought up", Madame Norha puts in. "The family has already had dinner, so I'll send up some tea as well."

"Thank you", Rowan smiles. "Make sure it's hot. Eiri is, as always, colder than is wise."

Then Rowan leads Eiri up the stairs and through a warren of corridors. Eiri can feel the warmth of family and life, and protective spells. The people who live here care for each other. The corridors are decorated for the Solstice. The dogs are padding along behind them. It feels like a home.

The door to Rowan's father's study is open. Inside, two men stand by a large desk, pouring over papers. The room smells like old books, ink, candle wax, and tobacco. Rowan gives the door frame a sharp rap.
"Father", he beams, walking in unprompted. 
"There he is", Rowan's father exclaims, looking up. "The prodigal son returns at last!" He turns to his companion. "Harmod, you remember my eldest, Rowan? I think you only met the one time, just before he left to see the world." 
Harmod rounds the desk and offers Rowan his hand in greeting with a warm smile.
"Your father speaks so highly of you that one might believe that you were sent by the gods themselves", he says as they shake hands. "And you didn't come home alone." Both older men look curiously at Eiri.

Rowan grabs Eiri and pulls him forward. "Father, meet my partner, Eiri Koris", he says in a jovial but finite tone. "Eiri, this is my father,Lord Terran Glaros, and Lord Harmod Seths." Eiri gives them a small bow. "It's an honor", he says. Rowan, scrutinizing his father's face for his reaction, is dismayed. Lord Terran, and Lord Harmod, look confused. Just as he is about to make an argument for his choice, his father exclaims: "Eiri Koris? I thought you died. 10 years ago."

The study goes very still. Even the dogs seem to realize the gravitas of Lord Terran's words. Rowan can feel the subtle currents that are life's magic that permeate the room, and his lover's heartbeat through their hands, his still holding Eiri's. "Father", he says slowly, voice tense. "What do you mean?"

"I don't have a lot of connections to the elves of this city", Lord Harmod puts in. "But they made a big deal of it. The Elfhome Gate, the temple grounds, and the Noble's Street were covered in black mourning cloth for months. The City Cathedral held a week-long vigil."

Rowan turns and stares at Eiri, head swimming. Surely this must be some kind of mistake. There must be another elf of the same name in the city. "Eiri", he begins, but then, he realizes that Eiri has gone beyond pale.

Jag har en liten lust att leka lite med AI igen. Låta AIn spela en karaktär, hitta på någon historia.....

Någon som har ett uppslag/idé?

Två små röda uvor och en fårskinnsfäll
skumpar runt omkring, skumpar runt omkring
Gubbarna i stubbarna sa ingenting
men de tissla, tassla runtomkring

Vi ska plocka kottar till vår spiselhäll
Hela säcken full, det blir kallt ikväll
Mössen dansar runt med sina mössor på
De är sams med katten, närapå

10 berättelser jag har i ett dokument som heter "Everything I've ever written" (ett namn som inte stämmer på långa vägar):
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Alex lever i en framtid där musik inte har text. Han, hans kusin och några vänner är ändock musiker, och Alex är väl vad vi skulle kalla the party guy. Alex har en "neural plug", dvs han kan koppla sin hjärna direkt till internet (ty, Tad Williams). I just den här berättelsen möter han för första gången Kevin.
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2
Fanfiction på Nightrunners. Faynriel och Kailan måste fly från Aura's Peak, då magimästarna där vill döda Faynriel. De flyr till Faynriels familj.
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Zidane och Kuja (inte de från FFIX, namnen är en total slump) firar jul. I början är det "nutid", då de är runt 40 och hemma med sina barn, sen flashback till dem som hemlösa tonåringar.
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4
Dragon Age 2 fanfic. Christopher Hawke får problem med sin lillebror Gabriel, för självklart blir det problem med magiker i en stad där magi är förbjudet.
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5
Dragon Age Origins fanfic. Nimriel, Fereldens hjälte som stoppade den femte ärkedemonen, dog i det sista slaget. Han hedrades stort och kroppen sändes till Weisshaupt för att vila med de fyra tidigare hjältarna. Hans familj, hans vänner och hans älskare är i sorg. Nu, tre månader senare, har han vaknat.
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Issä är magiker, Faye är trubadur. De lever i ett land där magi och homosexualitet är strikt förbjudet. Nu ligger Issä i en cell och Faye står framför en kung.
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7
Mass Effect fanfic. The Reapers är besegrade och jakten på en förhoppningsvis levande Shepard börjar.
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8
Kana är en vampyr. Han har levt i drygt 200 år. När han var 5 år invaderades jorden av rymdvarelser, och jordens folk splitrades mellan de som stöttade rymdvarelserna och de som kämpade emot dem. Kana har under årens lopp byggt upp en motståndsrörelse. De senaste ca 100 åren har han haft sällskap av Sora, och de senaste 5 åren även Aito. Aito är dcok en levande människa, och Kana försöker hålla honom utanför.
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9
En riktigt konstig hs/uni-verse pan-Final Fantasy fanfic med Sephiroth i centrum.
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Rikku är Döden. Eller, ja, en av många som hämtar själar när de dör. Han rekruterades när han själv dog i en motorcykelolycka, som också skadade hans pojkvän Jin. Nu är Jin också död.