Meme

[brigdh]

Seen in a few places, but most recently from threewalls:

If you were asked to pick one scene, one shot, one detail, one moment of some kind out of all the things I've made and say "This, this, for whatever reason, I remember, this is something that struck home with me, that I wanted to keep," what would it be?

Comments

[b-hallward.livejournal.com]

This description is so beautiful, with such perfect details, that it's stuck with me for years:

The wine here was red, mostly, and very dry; Alec cursed it, and when he'd had too much, threatened to make concoctions of the sour wine mixed with the sweet, golden local honey, though he'd yet to carry through. The land was like that, too: a mix of extremes. The interior of the island was a vast plain marred only by a few, dusty roads; the heat relieved only by the air's utter aridity. It was unlike any summer Richard had experienced. He knew summers thick with thunderstorms, the air steamy enough to make the heat hard to bear, horizons lost in a haze. On Kyros, though, there was no rain in the summer. He could hear bells sometimes, goat herds heading out for baked yellow grass, but the fields lay fallow, having been harvested months before. Alec described groves of olive trees, trunks thick, he said, as ugly girls, and gnarled as the hands of old swordsmen, but there was nothing much else in the interior.

[wordsofastory.livejournal.com]

I am so very pleased you liked that paragraph, and so very embarrassed to admit that the inspiration was incredibly unpoetic. It is, in fact, quite the style in Cyprus to drink their red wine (which is incredibly dry, or at least so it seemed to me, but I have a sweet tooth and no tolerance for dry wines) with Coca Cola.