End of Day word count
Nov. 1st, 2010 07:36 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
valarltdSongs for Guitar and French harp: 2914/20000
Masquerade 9939/20,000
880 words added to the first,
1331 added to the second
total 2211
That means I could write on the Nick books
Nick and Corban, 301 words and
Corban in Control, which got 614 words.
3126/50,000
From Corban in Control
Corban's smirk was James' own. “He won't ever master you. You know that as surely as you know that the next drink and the next will not bring the solace you seek.”
“He has. Long before I tied you to your own library's ladder, he mastered me in every way. I am his.”
Corban set his drink aside. “You don't know what the word means.”
“You think you're game to try it?” Nick sneered, leaning on his elbows over the bar. “ I look at you and I see the guy who could barely kiss me while he was sitting on my couch because he was so scared of me.”
The look on Corban's face bothered Nick. It was a mixture of sorrow and confidence, pity and something he couldn't name. “Look again,” he said softly and the words made Nick shudder.
Still, he was in it already and brazenness was the only thing that might get him out. “Why? What you got that's different now?”
Corban rose and came to him, a slow, confident stride, not his usual gangle. Nick held his breath and tried not to shiver as Corban leaned down and whispered in his ear, “The world at my feet.”
Nick stood up and reached for another bottle. “I never wanted the world. All I ever wanted was him.”
Corban shook his head. “Untrue, but I can give you him, as well.”
“He isn't yours to give.” Nick pushed away from the bar and settled back on the couch. The couch where he had done so many lessons over the years welcomed him with the familiar comfort. “And I don't want to own him.” Nick didn't want to say the words in front of Corban, but it seemed the only way.
“He will never own you.” The truth, from the lips of his beloved enemy pierced Nick. A spear could not have pinned him more effectively. “Ownership runs deeper then just papers signed years ago.”
Nick stared at his empty hands. “Don't you think I know that?” he whispered. He swallowed hard and looked at Corban, not wanting to see pity or triumph on the man's face. All he found was profound sadness and something that looked like yearning. “All I do is for him. All I think about are ways to please him, what would be best for him.”
Corban's words came soft. “And yet, he would beg for you to own him. He has never been so taken with a protege, Nick. David has shown and told me. He has done more for you than any of you. As much as he can, he loves you.”
Masquerade 9939/20,000
880 words added to the first,
1331 added to the second
total 2211
That means I could write on the Nick books
Nick and Corban, 301 words and
Corban in Control, which got 614 words.
3126/50,000
From Corban in Control
Corban's smirk was James' own. “He won't ever master you. You know that as surely as you know that the next drink and the next will not bring the solace you seek.”
“He has. Long before I tied you to your own library's ladder, he mastered me in every way. I am his.”
Corban set his drink aside. “You don't know what the word means.”
“You think you're game to try it?” Nick sneered, leaning on his elbows over the bar. “ I look at you and I see the guy who could barely kiss me while he was sitting on my couch because he was so scared of me.”
The look on Corban's face bothered Nick. It was a mixture of sorrow and confidence, pity and something he couldn't name. “Look again,” he said softly and the words made Nick shudder.
Still, he was in it already and brazenness was the only thing that might get him out. “Why? What you got that's different now?”
Corban rose and came to him, a slow, confident stride, not his usual gangle. Nick held his breath and tried not to shiver as Corban leaned down and whispered in his ear, “The world at my feet.”
Nick stood up and reached for another bottle. “I never wanted the world. All I ever wanted was him.”
Corban shook his head. “Untrue, but I can give you him, as well.”
“He isn't yours to give.” Nick pushed away from the bar and settled back on the couch. The couch where he had done so many lessons over the years welcomed him with the familiar comfort. “And I don't want to own him.” Nick didn't want to say the words in front of Corban, but it seemed the only way.
“He will never own you.” The truth, from the lips of his beloved enemy pierced Nick. A spear could not have pinned him more effectively. “Ownership runs deeper then just papers signed years ago.”
Nick stared at his empty hands. “Don't you think I know that?” he whispered. He swallowed hard and looked at Corban, not wanting to see pity or triumph on the man's face. All he found was profound sadness and something that looked like yearning. “All I do is for him. All I think about are ways to please him, what would be best for him.”
Corban's words came soft. “And yet, he would beg for you to own him. He has never been so taken with a protege, Nick. David has shown and told me. He has done more for you than any of you. As much as he can, he loves you.”
