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frogs_of_war) wrote2012-08-25 07:38 pm
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A Balance of Harmonies: One Step Closer
Is a villain really necessary?
Is The Secret Garden inherently an inferior story to The Little Princess because of the lack of a villain? Personally I liked it better; no one is really bad. They act the way they do for logical reasons even if their action goes against what the main characters think is right. Some stories need people whose major motivation is greed or ambition or anger or fear or revenge. Those are good too, but small stories are fine by me. Adding a villain to Harmonies, especially this late in the game, seems superfluous to me, but I got a comment after the last chapter saying the now that the villain (I don’t know who they meant) showed up things could finally get started. And here I am trying to wrap things up.
(Any comments would be appreciated.)
The chapter is very, very short because I’ve been working way too much (my boss is on vacation so I’m in charge. I hate being in charge.) And by the end of the day, I’m too tired to do anything. I can hardly keep my eyes open right now.
Title: One Step Closer
Series: A Balance of Harmonies (Three)
Status: Chapter eighty-four of
Genre: m/m romance, drama, city life, businessmen
Rating: R
Content: home, cleaning, a shopping list, architects, questions, exploring, a great idea
Length: about 750 words
Summary: Emil is interrupted as he gets the condo ready for his men.
Master list
Emil was so glad to be home he could have danced. The only thing better would be if his men where home too, but Kurt was at work and Peregrine was visiting his boys at the youth shelter.
Emil washed their dirty clothes and changed the sheets on the bed. He should make something special for dinner. What did they have? Emil was going to need to go shopping. The fridge was bare save for the condiments and a few containers Emil didn’t want to look in. They didn’t even have any milk or cream for Kurt’s coffee.
He sat down with a notepad to make a list. He only really needed to buy for tonight and tomorrow. The grocery store was just across the street. Maybe Pad Thai, the first meal he ever made Kurt, to celebrate them being all home at last.
Among the condiments on the fridge were soy sauce, fish sauce, and Thai spice and they still had some rice noodles in the cupboard, so he’d only need to carry home the veggie and meat. He’d see what the store had in the way of green things. He’d get whatever was freshest.
The doorbell rang. Emil answered it. Two young people stood in the doorway with bright smiles and eager expressions. The man put out a hand. “Thad Abrams and, my colleague, May Williams. Mr. Skyles called us about your remodel. You must be Emil Bonsa-Faie.”
Emil shook hands and invited them in. May stepped in and turned to Emil. “I hope we didn’t catch you at a bad time, but we just got a hold of the buildings blueprints and we are eager to see if they match the actually condos.”
Emil gestured her into the dining room. “This side has already been renovated once.”
Thad spread a blue print out on the table. “We received the new blueprint the day we asked for it, but we had a hard time getting the originals. See how this used to be the kitchen of the studio condo. And the bedroom… may I look around?”
“Be my guest.” The shopping could wait.
May sat down and pulled out a small laptop. “We talked to Kurt — Mr. Skyles — about his wish list. I’d like to hear yours.”
Emil sat down across from her and answered questions he’d never thought of before such as what material he wanted under his feet when he first got up in the morning to what level of clutter he could tolerate to in what atmosphere he worked best. But her questions were so detailed and specific that he gave detailed and specific answers. Answering was kind of fun.
Thad ducked into ever room and as may finished he came up to the table. “I’m impressed with the balcony in the bedroom. See,” he pointed at the blueprint, “the corner room used to be a sunroom and the windows were moved into the room to get the balcony. The contractors did an excellent job; I didn’t see any signs of leaking. Have you had any problems with it?”
Emil shrugged. “Not that I’ve noticed.”
“Good. Good.” Thad unrolled another blueprint. “You plan to move the bed?”
Emil nodded. “But not this bed. We are thinking about getting a king.”
Thad nodded and pulled out an ipad. “Seventy-six by eighty with space to walk around. Do you get dressed in your room?”
May had asked this question, but in a different way. “I get dressed in the bathroom.”
Thad nodded. “If all of you do, you won’t need dressers in your room.”
Emil bent over the blueprint. “Is this Rowe’s place?”
“425.”
Emil nodded. “We were thinking of having a room between the bedroom and bathroom for clothes.”
Thad nodded. May smiled. “A big walk in closet with dressers and rods. Do you three want to section the room out equally?”
Emil shrugged. “Kurt has more clothes and suits take up more space than shorts and tank tops.”
“Would you mind showing me your clothes?” May stood up.
Emil looked at the clock. Kurt would be home in less than an hour.
“Or,” said Thad, “we could look at 425.”
Now, that was a great idea. “Let me get the keys.”
He opened 425 for Thad and May and left them to it. The condos were one step closer to being home.
Is The Secret Garden inherently an inferior story to The Little Princess because of the lack of a villain? Personally I liked it better; no one is really bad. They act the way they do for logical reasons even if their action goes against what the main characters think is right. Some stories need people whose major motivation is greed or ambition or anger or fear or revenge. Those are good too, but small stories are fine by me. Adding a villain to Harmonies, especially this late in the game, seems superfluous to me, but I got a comment after the last chapter saying the now that the villain (I don’t know who they meant) showed up things could finally get started. And here I am trying to wrap things up.
(Any comments would be appreciated.)
The chapter is very, very short because I’ve been working way too much (my boss is on vacation so I’m in charge. I hate being in charge.) And by the end of the day, I’m too tired to do anything. I can hardly keep my eyes open right now.
Title: One Step Closer
Series: A Balance of Harmonies (Three)
Status: Chapter eighty-four of
Genre: m/m romance, drama, city life, businessmen
Rating: R
Content: home, cleaning, a shopping list, architects, questions, exploring, a great idea
Length: about 750 words
Summary: Emil is interrupted as he gets the condo ready for his men.
Master list
Emil was so glad to be home he could have danced. The only thing better would be if his men where home too, but Kurt was at work and Peregrine was visiting his boys at the youth shelter.
Emil washed their dirty clothes and changed the sheets on the bed. He should make something special for dinner. What did they have? Emil was going to need to go shopping. The fridge was bare save for the condiments and a few containers Emil didn’t want to look in. They didn’t even have any milk or cream for Kurt’s coffee.
He sat down with a notepad to make a list. He only really needed to buy for tonight and tomorrow. The grocery store was just across the street. Maybe Pad Thai, the first meal he ever made Kurt, to celebrate them being all home at last.
Among the condiments on the fridge were soy sauce, fish sauce, and Thai spice and they still had some rice noodles in the cupboard, so he’d only need to carry home the veggie and meat. He’d see what the store had in the way of green things. He’d get whatever was freshest.
The doorbell rang. Emil answered it. Two young people stood in the doorway with bright smiles and eager expressions. The man put out a hand. “Thad Abrams and, my colleague, May Williams. Mr. Skyles called us about your remodel. You must be Emil Bonsa-Faie.”
Emil shook hands and invited them in. May stepped in and turned to Emil. “I hope we didn’t catch you at a bad time, but we just got a hold of the buildings blueprints and we are eager to see if they match the actually condos.”
Emil gestured her into the dining room. “This side has already been renovated once.”
Thad spread a blue print out on the table. “We received the new blueprint the day we asked for it, but we had a hard time getting the originals. See how this used to be the kitchen of the studio condo. And the bedroom… may I look around?”
“Be my guest.” The shopping could wait.
May sat down and pulled out a small laptop. “We talked to Kurt — Mr. Skyles — about his wish list. I’d like to hear yours.”
Emil sat down across from her and answered questions he’d never thought of before such as what material he wanted under his feet when he first got up in the morning to what level of clutter he could tolerate to in what atmosphere he worked best. But her questions were so detailed and specific that he gave detailed and specific answers. Answering was kind of fun.
Thad ducked into ever room and as may finished he came up to the table. “I’m impressed with the balcony in the bedroom. See,” he pointed at the blueprint, “the corner room used to be a sunroom and the windows were moved into the room to get the balcony. The contractors did an excellent job; I didn’t see any signs of leaking. Have you had any problems with it?”
Emil shrugged. “Not that I’ve noticed.”
“Good. Good.” Thad unrolled another blueprint. “You plan to move the bed?”
Emil nodded. “But not this bed. We are thinking about getting a king.”
Thad nodded and pulled out an ipad. “Seventy-six by eighty with space to walk around. Do you get dressed in your room?”
May had asked this question, but in a different way. “I get dressed in the bathroom.”
Thad nodded. “If all of you do, you won’t need dressers in your room.”
Emil bent over the blueprint. “Is this Rowe’s place?”
“425.”
Emil nodded. “We were thinking of having a room between the bedroom and bathroom for clothes.”
Thad nodded. May smiled. “A big walk in closet with dressers and rods. Do you three want to section the room out equally?”
Emil shrugged. “Kurt has more clothes and suits take up more space than shorts and tank tops.”
“Would you mind showing me your clothes?” May stood up.
Emil looked at the clock. Kurt would be home in less than an hour.
“Or,” said Thad, “we could look at 425.”
Now, that was a great idea. “Let me get the keys.”
He opened 425 for Thad and May and left them to it. The condos were one step closer to being home.