Prompt: Falling In Love
February 23rd 2010 12:16
Every Tuesday is going to be prompt day here at Fictional Worlds. These prompts are simple phrases or words meant to trigger an emotional response. You can write anything you want to them. I suggest you do a freewrite, either from your point of view or from that of one of your characters. You could also write a poem or even a short story about it.
Sometimes these prompts will be more rigid exercises, like letters or diary entries. If you would like to submit a prompt that you've found useful, please email me at diannalgunn@gmail.com.
Your prompt for today is 'Falling in Love'. My own response to it is below.
Falling In Love
PoV: Aslandial
For centuries I have watched other people fall in love. I have written of lovers many times in my histories of the Isles. Important humans have a habit of doing strange things when they are in love, and changing the course of the Isles by the things they do in such a state.
I always thought that I was above love; that, like Those Who Are, I was unfeeling. I have since learned two terrible secrets. The first is that even Those Who Are have fallen in love and are capable of feeling emotions. The second is that I am the closest thing to one of Those Who Are in this universe except for Loki.
I am in love. And my love is terrible. I have fallen in love with an Elvish woman who, no matter what she does, cannot fall in love with me in return. She belongs to the Lord of the Elves. She was smuggled on this ship so that once here she could become wed to him. They are fighting now, but even still, he would have my head before I would have even a moment with her.
But I think the fall was the most painful part. I never really believed in love at first sight, although in my histories I speak of it often because it is what the humans thought they had. I fell in love with Emilia from looking upon her beautiful face once.
It haunted me, it plagued me, it followed me around. I was hers in my mind but not in my body, and that is the way it still is. But I was not at first conscious that this was what was happening to me. I thought that the image of her face returned to my mind so frequently because I was terrified when I saw her. I feared she would come for me.
She did not come for me. I grew ill upon reaching the Guardians-hell, I was ill before that-and they told me that I must go back for her. My love is as strong as that of one of Those Who Are, they said, and I must be with her or I will only be ill.
So I returned, and the walk was long, and I was ill, and so it became twice as long. And now I am here, and I am with her, but not really with her, and I am in love.
I never thought this would happen to me.
Sometimes these prompts will be more rigid exercises, like letters or diary entries. If you would like to submit a prompt that you've found useful, please email me at diannalgunn@gmail.com.
Your prompt for today is 'Falling in Love'. My own response to it is below.
Falling In Love
PoV: Aslandial
For centuries I have watched other people fall in love. I have written of lovers many times in my histories of the Isles. Important humans have a habit of doing strange things when they are in love, and changing the course of the Isles by the things they do in such a state.
I always thought that I was above love; that, like Those Who Are, I was unfeeling. I have since learned two terrible secrets. The first is that even Those Who Are have fallen in love and are capable of feeling emotions. The second is that I am the closest thing to one of Those Who Are in this universe except for Loki.
I am in love. And my love is terrible. I have fallen in love with an Elvish woman who, no matter what she does, cannot fall in love with me in return. She belongs to the Lord of the Elves. She was smuggled on this ship so that once here she could become wed to him. They are fighting now, but even still, he would have my head before I would have even a moment with her.
But I think the fall was the most painful part. I never really believed in love at first sight, although in my histories I speak of it often because it is what the humans thought they had. I fell in love with Emilia from looking upon her beautiful face once.
It haunted me, it plagued me, it followed me around. I was hers in my mind but not in my body, and that is the way it still is. But I was not at first conscious that this was what was happening to me. I thought that the image of her face returned to my mind so frequently because I was terrified when I saw her. I feared she would come for me.
She did not come for me. I grew ill upon reaching the Guardians-hell, I was ill before that-and they told me that I must go back for her. My love is as strong as that of one of Those Who Are, they said, and I must be with her or I will only be ill.
So I returned, and the walk was long, and I was ill, and so it became twice as long. And now I am here, and I am with her, but not really with her, and I am in love.
I never thought this would happen to me.
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