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i hate deadlines, especially close ones. writing takes time - planning, editing, digging through thesaurus to find the perfect synonym, and (in my case) also translating the words already written to the closest possible english ones - it all takes more time than anyone would like to admit and cares to take into consideration.
that's why i still can't believe that in 2019 i decided to celebrate my two closest twitter friends' birthdays with publishing fanfics written specifically for them. this is the first one that was born in those circumstances, and i'll talk about the other on another day. either way...
i used to have really good contact with debbie - as far as twitter-only frienship can go, i'd say we were exactly that, friends. nowadays, we don't talk anymore, and i have no idea where the fates took her, but i do hope she's in a good place and enjoys whatever she's doing. i hope life treats her kindly. still, this fic remains as a weird kind of statue, a timeless proof of a friendship once existing. there are two things you need to know about debbie to get this fic - she liked hozier, her favourite song of his was take me to church;, and she loved lipves. i had (still have) a policy of never writing a fic to the same song twice, so i picked the next best thing.
and so, this fic came to be.
i started it way too late, but at this point i don't remember why. maybe because i was working on something else; maybe because i believe it was the time when i started a new job. whatever it was, it's the reason why this fic feels as rushed. because, truly, i was rushing it. (i still didn't manage to hit the deadline on time - i think i published it several days too late. but it's the thought that counts, right? or so i've been told.)
here's a fun fact - i used to attend dance class when i was in primary school. i was truly horrible; limbs too long, moves too rigid, no rhythm or coherence to save my life. but i was there, and i learned a thing or two. (the most important lesson was to never dance again, but alas.) and i've seen people dance a lot. and i saw how beautiful and expressive dancing can be. maybe interpreting "movement" as "dance" is the most basic thing in the world, but come on, it works so well here. then you add the fact that yves is supposed to be one of the best dancers in loona, and you have a perfect storm.
ruined only by the fact that i didn't have enough time and energy to fully commit to writing it out. that's why from a slow description of lip's career as a dancer we go straight to yves' performance and then, without a break, to them training and - presumably - being in a relationship together, if the last line of the fic is anything to go by. in a weird, twisted way, it works perfectly; there's some kind of parallel to be drawn between a dance performance and the way this fic flows, with some sharp turns and gentle yet determined flow. some part of that is thanks to my conscious choice of using present tense instead of past, as i believe it makes the scenes flow more naturally in front of the reader's mind's eye. but maybe that's just me.
i wish i could explore lip's character more in this fic, because oh lord where do i even start. there's something painfully poetic and tragic when you hate the only thing you're told you're capable of, the feeling of being broken when you can no longer feel good about your art, be it dancing, writing, drawing, whatever you pursued out of passion. she ends up cutting herself off from any kind of emotions connected to dancing then and they only return to her when she sees yves dance, all of what she loved about the art overflowing her in one powerful wave. something something poetic cinema. someone take this idea and run with it, as i can't because my legs are too clumsy to dance, let alone run a marathon like that.
in the end, debbie enjoyed this fic, if i remember correctly, and that's all that matters to me. still, if i were to rewrite only one fic out of this hozier series of mine, it would be this one. the idea is too good; it - and debbie - simply deserved something better.
that's why i still can't believe that in 2019 i decided to celebrate my two closest twitter friends' birthdays with publishing fanfics written specifically for them. this is the first one that was born in those circumstances, and i'll talk about the other on another day. either way...
i used to have really good contact with debbie - as far as twitter-only frienship can go, i'd say we were exactly that, friends. nowadays, we don't talk anymore, and i have no idea where the fates took her, but i do hope she's in a good place and enjoys whatever she's doing. i hope life treats her kindly. still, this fic remains as a weird kind of statue, a timeless proof of a friendship once existing. there are two things you need to know about debbie to get this fic - she liked hozier, her favourite song of his was take me to church;, and she loved lipves. i had (still have) a policy of never writing a fic to the same song twice, so i picked the next best thing.
and so, this fic came to be.
i started it way too late, but at this point i don't remember why. maybe because i was working on something else; maybe because i believe it was the time when i started a new job. whatever it was, it's the reason why this fic feels as rushed. because, truly, i was rushing it. (i still didn't manage to hit the deadline on time - i think i published it several days too late. but it's the thought that counts, right? or so i've been told.)
here's a fun fact - i used to attend dance class when i was in primary school. i was truly horrible; limbs too long, moves too rigid, no rhythm or coherence to save my life. but i was there, and i learned a thing or two. (the most important lesson was to never dance again, but alas.) and i've seen people dance a lot. and i saw how beautiful and expressive dancing can be. maybe interpreting "movement" as "dance" is the most basic thing in the world, but come on, it works so well here. then you add the fact that yves is supposed to be one of the best dancers in loona, and you have a perfect storm.
ruined only by the fact that i didn't have enough time and energy to fully commit to writing it out. that's why from a slow description of lip's career as a dancer we go straight to yves' performance and then, without a break, to them training and - presumably - being in a relationship together, if the last line of the fic is anything to go by. in a weird, twisted way, it works perfectly; there's some kind of parallel to be drawn between a dance performance and the way this fic flows, with some sharp turns and gentle yet determined flow. some part of that is thanks to my conscious choice of using present tense instead of past, as i believe it makes the scenes flow more naturally in front of the reader's mind's eye. but maybe that's just me.
i wish i could explore lip's character more in this fic, because oh lord where do i even start. there's something painfully poetic and tragic when you hate the only thing you're told you're capable of, the feeling of being broken when you can no longer feel good about your art, be it dancing, writing, drawing, whatever you pursued out of passion. she ends up cutting herself off from any kind of emotions connected to dancing then and they only return to her when she sees yves dance, all of what she loved about the art overflowing her in one powerful wave. something something poetic cinema. someone take this idea and run with it, as i can't because my legs are too clumsy to dance, let alone run a marathon like that.
in the end, debbie enjoyed this fic, if i remember correctly, and that's all that matters to me. still, if i were to rewrite only one fic out of this hozier series of mine, it would be this one. the idea is too good; it - and debbie - simply deserved something better.
