#[ corinth telling stories about storytellers.... yes. ]
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nightmarecountry ¡ 1 year ago
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“I’m so tired. Tell me a story.”
Huge blackout curtains over the windows hide the city sprawled out below, and with it, the coming light of dawn. The Corinthian's apartment--if it is his at all--is dark, dimly-lit. It has the vague feeling of being lived in only sparingly, with little in the way of personal effects or anything else that might convey the homeowner's personality beyond rich enough to afford a sprawling apartment in New Jersey of all fucking places.
Severen, sprawled dog-tired on the couch, stinking of death; the Corinthian, cross-legged on the coffee table, cleaning his knives. Enclosed together like this, the Corinthian can feel Severen's fatigue - not quite as if it were his own, but as if he were consuming the beast's eyes even now, seeing what he sees, feeling what he's felt...
"I'm not a storyteller, I'm afraid."
Thinks of Cain and Abel, of Eve, of Lucien. Of the Prince of Stories himself, locked in a basement far from here. The Corinthian can still feel him too, distantly... though he can never tell if it's really Dream he's feeling, or if it's just the fantasy that he can.
The sunglasses removed, he glances over with open eyes at the thing lying on his sofa, and hums in thought. The sun is rising out there, beyond the curtains. Soon Severen will be dead to the world--but not to the Corinthian, who has to fight these days to keep from entering his dreams each morning, and doesn't always succeed. They go tumbling into the fractured, dead Dreaming together most days; the Corinthian loves and hates him for it, knowing neither of them will shrink back from the other now.
The Corinthian could stop. If he wanted to. Cut the cord; sever the tie. He could find a way.
"Okay," he says, and spins himself halfway to face Severen, already feeling the tug, the cell door starting to open the closer his companion gets to dreaming. "You'll like this one. It's about a pair of brothers..."
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lordofsunshadowandsailor ¡ 8 years ago
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dears, I’ll be doing these by picture order instead of by chronological commenting order -- I hope it makes more sense with the story.
danjaley replied to your photo “Thump. Pause. Tobio didn’t believe Alvar would lose his balance, and...”
I wonder why he's leaving the women to draw their own conclusions, instead of staying on the spot and telling all spectators that this is a medical emergency.
That’s a good observation, that I hope to answer when, together, Tobio and Alvar shall leave this room, next. Of course, that’s what the man of the house should be doing, naturally. And that’s also why we are going back into their times in college. Having lied and played pranks on Alvar, Tobio might fear he is the victim of one, now...
simblu replied to your photo “Thump. Pause. Tobio didn’t believe Alvar would lose his balance, and...”
Rigidhirta.. good name
I have in fact created this Sim. And her face and whole aspect look just like that rigid and stiff. But I liked her so much that I’m actually saving her to be the head housekeeper at Antumbrae Hall, Alvar’s home, where we shall have quite more scenes.  I’ll have to find a new name, then.
simblu replied to your photo “Thump, pause. Thump, pause, thump, pause. Tobio listened to each step,...”
A poignant detail, about the face injury
simblu replied to your photo “Thump, pause. Thump, pause, thump, pause. Tobio listened to each step,...”
I would imagine yes, a hollow eye socket might feel phantom pains under certain barometric pressure
I try to corroborate what I write with real life testimonies, so it should ring true... Tobio could be in even greater pain than here depicted  -- but he is a soldier, like Alvar -- or was, and they stand among those who have survived the battle fields without too many (apparent) psychological traumas, and seem more fit to deal in composure with their emotional and physical pains -- or not.
danjaley replied to your photo “The dying boy had become, then, more of an objective. And perhaps, to...”
Aaand he made it!! :)
It still isn’t the finish line for Alvar, though. He is still carrying Apollo Jim, and Tobio is not signaling him where to depose the body... Alvar will have to hang on there a little while longer!
simblu replied to your photo “And then, he recalled Alvar confessing feeling feverish.  Tobio’s...”
Yes, I too am intrigued and want to know
I thought I should bring this up again, because we don’t actually know Alvar’s reason to so stubbornly keep this boy prostitute in his arms, and try to save him... I hope I can come up with a satisfying explanations -- in this scene still, I think. 
simblu replied to your photo “And then, he recalled Alvar confessing feeling feverish.  Tobio’s...”
On another note.. I love your color choices here
Blue was the colour for one of the rooms in the original house I have already linked for you... Either the main bedroom or the library itself, that I have expanded to accommodate this scene... I do spend a lot of time on decorating, but I only finish it when I place the characters and see how fit in the room and stand out from the background at the same time. I’m really glad you like it!
jepensedoncjesims replied to your photo “Lord In Reverse, they had called Alvar when he joined college – for...”
I really do love the character of Alvar
simblu replied to your photo “Lord In Reverse, they had called Alvar when he joined college – for...”
I like him too
Thank you for saying that, both of you! 
I’m trying to give Alvar several -- and often contradicting -- facets. And like with Tobio, make him significantly different before and after the war. You shall tell me whether I’m achieving it or not.
simblu replied to your photo “Lord In Reverse, they had called Alvar when he joined college – for...”
I know a few characters with this thirst for experience.. he rings true for me. :)
I imagine Alvar as the boy who has always lived within his family, in their property in the countryside, sheltered but not necessarily spoiled -- and though his future lies in the title he shall inherit, he still wants to have experiences other than those leading down the secured path. For now, I’m thinking of most of these experiences, especially his youthfull’s, to be mostly disastrous -- so much so as to lead to the moment in war he loses his leg -- and worse, his beloved cousin Freddie, that was like a brother to him.    
danjaley replied to your photo “Lord In Reverse, they had called Alvar when he joined college – for...”
He reminds me a bit of young Lord Peter Wimsey in Dorothy L. Sayer's books.
I had never heard about him -- or that author, I believe! Thank you. It’s interesting how there are so many paths in reading leading to several distinct places... It seems like this is another good reference for my story.
jepensedoncjesims replied to your photo “What is it like on Sounion?” On a sunny yet chilly afternoon of an...”
What a unique way of showing what appears to be a very unsatisfied Tobio and Alvar's passionate tendencies.
jepensedoncjesims replied to your photo “What is it like on Sounion?” On a sunny yet chilly afternoon of an...”
of course I could just be reading into things!
It’s more a thing of their youth, I ‘d say, and doesn’t relate so much to present times in the story. I believe adolescent have always been restless, unsatisfied and bored (ultimately with themselves) since the dawn of humankind... And while Alvar reflects my own passion for all ancient Greek things, Tobio’s lack of interest is based on people I have met while traveling in Greece -- i have actually heard the expression “a bunch of fallen bricks” referring to archaeological sites.
simblu replied to your photo “Not just Cape Sounion – Mycenae, Epidaurus, Delphi, Corinth, and every...”
That question again...
I have tried to used this question as a link between their present and this flashback, to have Tobio reminiscing of his first longer conversation with Alvar -- and also because the answer tells a lot about both characters, as we shall see in the next update.
willky12 replied to your photo “<   previous        next  > . this update started HERE.”
All the while I am left wondering what the significance of this life so precariously in the balance is, and which way it is going to fall. It's rather agonizing but intriguing of course, the more the details unfold the more you draw me in, thanks for the good read :)
Thank you for keeping Apollo Jim’s life in focus, dear. 
I have been extending the drama of his slowly dying versus being actually saved to give these other characters the chance to reveal themselves -- in perspective with the boy’s own life. But it won’t last much longer, as a storytelling means -- for, knowing myself, I could have started a whole new plot within the flashback we’ve just begun, and stay months writing about that, keeping Apollo Tim’s life in suspense, and coming back to it just at the end, as the unfolding of the story... It won’t be like that, I promise you!
Thank you for your interest, for reading and for commenting!
simblu replied to your photo “<   previous        next  > . this update started HERE.”
Oh good.. * settles in for story time* ( I'll not read this post until I go back to start of this update...)
You actually brought my attention to this -- that it’s the last post in the update that people find first, and those who want to read the story have to start scrolling and clicking back to find where it began, due to the nature of Tumblr’s dash... So I’ll always be linking it to the very start of each update.
Thank you for your support!
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