parallax
The good news: I finally got past a major case of writer's block and wrote up the climax of the Mixolyne ("pretty goth fungus-druids") side of the story.
The bad news: I had to really stick the emotional knife into a very sweet ponyboy and birdboy, and twist it really hard, in order to do it. I'm starting to wonder if this story isn't going a little dark, but let's face it, there are mostly only dark emotional ingredients laying about these days. *shrug*
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Like, I probably drew more from the separation anxiety, frustration, and disenchantment of the past year than is probably strictly healthy, especially with an intended audience of ages 14-18.
Oh, well, they have to learn sooner or later: love is a lie, people you care about change right out from underneath you and there's nothing to be done but moving on, and there are some strains that no friendship can possibly stand--even if you think you're immortal. -_-
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Also, I promise this story will end up with a Happy Ending eventually, for some bizarre, psychedelic, and thoroughly inhuman definition of "happy." =^__^=