#watercolour drabbles
It’s my birthday tomorrow.
I wish I wasn’t so fatigued all the time but am so grateful doctors are close to answers for why I’ve been ill for so long, and why it’s worsened recently; having been predominantly bedridden for two months now. Answers would be an excellent birthday present, tbh.
I miss writing regularly and have so many requests that I’m steadily working through. I also have so many plans for my Viktor x Reader Bakery AU; and need to start writing my sequel to Indelible Lines after plotting it out these past two months.
Indelible Lines (part two??) is the cruelest slow burn that pays off, okay? It follows Viktor and Reader compete for valedictorian with elements of the masterpiece of slow-burning that is Jane Austen’s Emma. It includes this (draft) confession from Viktor to Reader in one of the final planned chapters, after he gets drunk at an Academy Gala event:
“I had a plan — to better the lives of people living in the Undercity through my inventions. To proveto Piltover that someone from the Undercity, someone from the place they look so down upon, someone like me, could succeed when given the chance. That weare as much deserving of life as those who inhabit Bluewind Court. That are we deserving of life.
But you had to go and ruin it. With your stupidly stunning eyes. Your stupidly rapacious lips. Your stupidly charming smile. Your stupidly intelligent brain that has reduced me to the basest, rudimentary language in your presence.
I have thought of you while calculating the conservation of energy. Your voice, your very presence makes my heart ricochet. Your words have plagued me while calculating Hooke’s Law. And when we were nearly arrested at the docks? Well. I, eh. I have never been so enamoured with you than when we were avoiding arrest for the possession of illegal fireworks.
(Y/N). You set out what you planned to do, months ago. The only thought in that splendid brain of mine is you. Andonlyyou. And it’s your fault.”
Or when Viktor visits his parents and is convinced he’s ill (“There’s something wrong with my heart”) and they sign (say) to him that it sounds like he’s in love. And Viktor’s just incredulous because this wasn’t part of the plan.
Goodness, I can’t wait to share it all with you. But it’s just a matter of having the energy.
TL;DR — I miss writing regularly and hope my health improves soon.
