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November 9, 2021 keii4ii 12 Comments

I am ALL about Unspoken Feelings of Heartache and Tender Love. It’s a big part of the core identity of this story, and this scene in particular is overflowing with it. Not everyone is into that; a lot of people have a strong preference for the not-understated. But if you’ve come this far, 400+ pages into this story, hopefully you’re also into what I’m into. I hope you can feel what I feel from this.

PS. As of this month, HoK has been running for 7 years! 8 years if you count the Korean-only first edition!

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I love the feelings being expressed, and love they way your doing it

Thank you!!

I’m almost certain the tears I just shed are… happy ones, would that help answer your question?

Stunned by the way the sunflower remark ties into the comment I just left on the previous page…
Desintegration of the ‘illusionary/ symbolic’ wings was foretold, by the ‘wise ones’ earlier.
But you made it look SOOOO beautifull, WOW :-)

Happy anniversary – xxx

Sometimes the most fleeting moments are the most beautiful ones!

I think there’s a time and place for both subtlety, and the more obvious, on-the-nose stuff.

The subtle stuff here is portrayed well.

The semi-ironic thing is, in at least one way, this scene is told in a less subtle way than many other scenes in HoK. This scene actually spells out a character’s inner thoughts… well, some of those thoughts anyway. I usually prefer to let the visuals do all of that, which leads to a lot of reading between the lines for the readers! Interesting how in this case, it still ended up being an understated poignant moment even with more words.

This made me want to write a scene. Damn. It kinda hurts.

His chest burned with a thousand suns and he’d lite the fire as many times as it took. The sun was on the horizon, and he was bathed in its color, the light casting a fuzzy outline of him in the warmest of whites. It was like a scene out of a fantasy book. Magical and unspoken. Light clung to strands of his hair, making it shimmer like gold. His hand was tucked into the grip of the man beside him, only one straying away to fruitlessly chase after the shimmering fragments of lingering magic as they floated to the heavens. He reached out to grab onto it, but it passed through his hand like wisps of smoke. Yet. The loss of it was strangely comforting. Maybe it was because he wasn’t alone.

There was a hand on his shoulder, the same gentle hand that had woken him, the one that had pulled him back from the dark. His heart fluttered in his head, drumming a pulse against his ear drums. No. He wasn’t alone, and he let himself be touched, cared for. He didn’t know quite when it happened but at some point the gentle hand hand moved to intertwine itself with his fingers, a thumb rubbing back and forth across his skin in calming strokes.

His hand was in his. It was like a fleeting bird sitting still inside of an open cage, and a part of him feared it would fly away. But he would leave the door open, wide open so he could come as he pleased. Maybe his hand was the bird in the other’s open cage. Maybe that was how it was supposed to be. Maybe that was what love was. Just being together and being certain in the uncertainty. He still didn’t know what they were and a unbreakable silence hung in between the two, but he’d slowly grown used to it. Maybe it was being comfortable in the silence, knowing that there was someone walking beside him in the darkness.

That was touching, amazing and humbling. It’s like I’m singing in a wide open space, mostly quiet, and your writing is like someone else’s (yours!) voice joining in to harmonize, even if just briefly. Thank you for sharing it.

Thank you. That means a lot. I’ve been reading Heart of Keol for nearly three years. Your beautiful depictions and story honestly inspired me in ways I may not even realize. I know at least a handful of scenes in the book I’m writing has taken plenty of inspiration from your pannels. I hope you know your work is as important to others as it is to you.

Ack, nooo, I’m caught up! At least…it’s not a cliffhanger…actually kindof a nice temporary closing scene…but stilll…-runs to add to RSS feed-

I’m glad you enjoyed the read! :D

I think I’ve been with this the whole time except for, as you say. The korean only first year. Hopefully you aren’t as slow as me. After 30 years got a proper fermentation pot for my kimchi. I had no problem using buckets and bricks. Just, like using proper tools for art.