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capeandcowl2013-05-30 12:15 pm
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022 β video β yes this is during school hours
[ the scene opens on the desk in kanaya's room, with her sitting behind it. on top of it is a book turned upside down, the cover showing a large man caressing the leg of a woman mostly out of the frame. loose ends, by c.m. guarde, and kanaya seems to be already halfway through it. next to it is a water bottle half-full of a thick, red liquid.
the curtains are drawn, and the only light in the room seems to be coming from her. she has her chin propped up in her hand, and her eyes are heavily lidded, not as made-up as usual. she hasn't left her room all day except to buy this book. ]
It's funny, isn't it. The things one will do out of a hope for love. How much one will ignore, and agonize over, and consciously blind herself to. It comes to a point where you have to wonder whether Kristof is even worth the effort, but nonetheless, Nora makes no sign of relenting. She believes because she has to, and maybe if it should end in the worst possible manner, she will find a way through it still, to remain with the one she loves.
There's something beautiful in that. Tragic, perhaps, but still meaningful. And maybe it that which keeps drawing me back to the series. If Kristof could have someone to love him so much, could there be hope for the rest of us?
[ she turns the book back over, raising an eyebrow at the text. ] But it's still only fiction. That may ultimately be an unfair expectation of the world.
[ she slides over her bottle to take a quick sip from it. ]
Is anyone else reading these?
the curtains are drawn, and the only light in the room seems to be coming from her. she has her chin propped up in her hand, and her eyes are heavily lidded, not as made-up as usual. she hasn't left her room all day except to buy this book. ]
It's funny, isn't it. The things one will do out of a hope for love. How much one will ignore, and agonize over, and consciously blind herself to. It comes to a point where you have to wonder whether Kristof is even worth the effort, but nonetheless, Nora makes no sign of relenting. She believes because she has to, and maybe if it should end in the worst possible manner, she will find a way through it still, to remain with the one she loves.
There's something beautiful in that. Tragic, perhaps, but still meaningful. And maybe it that which keeps drawing me back to the series. If Kristof could have someone to love him so much, could there be hope for the rest of us?
[ she turns the book back over, raising an eyebrow at the text. ] But it's still only fiction. That may ultimately be an unfair expectation of the world.
[ she slides over her bottle to take a quick sip from it. ]
Is anyone else reading these?
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[ she leans to the side, looking for something on her desk. finally, she sets down a paperback in front of the camera, the pages a bit curled from use. it features that same large man, this time holding a woman's hand in his firm grip, a rope tied around her wrist. karkat vantas, meet arrested restraint. ]
It's a period drama, set sometime in this world's past. Seventy years or so, but that isn't really important. Nora Gold is a detective for the local policing authority, investigating a murder, but before she knows it, her life is swept up into the passion and intrigue of a very rough and sensual man who turns out to be a suspect in her case.
You can imagine how the drama accumulates from there.
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It sounds alright, though, even if humanity's portrayals of romance are pretty much laughably pedestrian compared to ours. I'll probably check it out.
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And, honestly, I don't know about your romances, but mine certainly don't inspire any kind of amusement by comparison.
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All the same, for its singular focus, you can find some interesting permutations of, and approaches to, that one quadrant.
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[ she flips through the book a moment, tracing back a few of the pages she'd dog-earred. a smirk sneaks onto her lips as she continues. ] The process tends to be far more entertaining than one might think, if you don't get caught up in thoughts of cultural superiority.
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[ she pauses and looks directly at the camera, closing the book and pressing her lips together tightly. ] My books were really my only direct connection to our culture.
They weren't always accurate, and, I guess in retrospect a lot of them were rather silly. But...yeah. I wouldn't mind having them again, if it were possible.
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then, cautiously; ]
I know it's not the same thing, and is more in line with my interests than yours... but I had a couple of Alternian movies in my sylladex when I showed up here. If you wanted, I could let you hang on to some of them for a while?
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But yes, I think I might like that. I'd like it better if you would join me to watch them, of course. Perhaps we could stage some Day of Alternian Remembrance, an opportunity for us all to reflect on what was left behind.
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There's an adaptation already? Fuck, I am behind the times. I'm embarrassed to exist right now. No, I haven't seen it.
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It was in theaters in November, but I missed the premiere because, well. [ she decides it would be better leaving that one unsaid. ] I have it on home release, so perhaps a double feature?
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Which Alternian films do you have?
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[ basically he is giving her alternian ghost, breakfast at tiffany's, and sleepless in seattle. ]
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And these I can watch in my own time, yes? I do like Troll Audrey Hepburn.
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