1. If I really had the energy and ability to write the story I wanted here, it could very easily end up being in the area of 10k, it would be a love letter to Brooklyn written by someone who's falling out of love (him, but also me, in a way), as well as a meditation on the subject of being someone who never was able to learn to charge after what they want and need, and on the good and bad parts of being the lighthouse to guide people home again; it would also basiclly be this quote, in full-length story form: “It's hard to be the one always waiting. I mean, there's something to be said for the hero who charges off to battle, but when you get right down to it there's a whole story in who's left behind.” You could also sum it up by saying this is the story of how Bobby loses his faith in everything; in himself first, and then his people, and then his city. It's somebody who doesn't know how to be really alone suddenly having to learn. Like. Of all three here he's very clearly got the easiest story in this chunk of time, but it's not a happy story. It's more tonal in my head than it is words at the moment, it's bittersweet and lost and quiet and I don't know if I could ever make the words happen the way I want them to, but I'd like to.
2. Another reason I'm holding off on the writing is I'm pretty sure the various New York angels, or at least the borough angels, are all going to need to show up eventually, because fuck, this is not a man who ever really wants to be alone and they're what family he's got left; I'm still trying to remember if we actually pinned those down for canon or not. XD For that matter, I probably need to nail down the timeline for how long they were gone before I can write it, so.
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Date: 2016-01-21 11:59 am (UTC)You could also sum it up by saying this is the story of how Bobby loses his faith in everything; in himself first, and then his people, and then his city. It's somebody who doesn't know how to be really alone suddenly having to learn. Like. Of all three here he's very clearly got the easiest story in this chunk of time, but it's not a happy story. It's more tonal in my head than it is words at the moment, it's bittersweet and lost and quiet and I don't know if I could ever make the words happen the way I want them to, but I'd like to.
2. Another reason I'm holding off on the writing is I'm pretty sure the various New York angels, or at least the borough angels, are all going to need to show up eventually, because fuck, this is not a man who ever really wants to be alone and they're what family he's got left; I'm still trying to remember if we actually pinned those down for canon or not. XD For that matter, I probably need to nail down the timeline for how long they were gone before I can write it, so.
3. Mini mental soundtrack so far: Scarborough Faire (also probably A Prayer to the Sea and Drown This Broken Heart; none of these are perfect fits but tonally pretty fitting, and this goes for a lot of these); This is My Town; How Far We've Come [Boyce Avenue]; Losing My Religon [Boyce Avenue, but also original]; Maybe Sprout Wings; Get Lonely