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Carmilla Fanfic: Weaving the Thread
Nov. 8th, 2020 06:56 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
gettinggreyerTitle: Carmilla: The Untold Stories
Chapter Title: Weaving the Thread
Fandom: Carmilla (1872)
Characters/Relationships: Carmilla/Laura
Rating: T (slight sexual innuendo)
Notes: I wrote this nearly a month ago, around the time of when I last posted about Carmilla on here, but I was hesitant to post it because I was unsure of my writing ability. It's been a long time since I've written in first person and attempting to mimic Le Fanu's style and capture Laura's voice was a task I wasn't sure I was able to manage. But after weeks of letting dust settle on this little story I reread it and quite enjoyed my own writing. Hopefully others in this tiny fandom will as well.
Length: 2,180 words
Summary: “I have often placed my hands under it, and laughed with wonder at its weight. It was exquisitely fine and soft, and in color a rich very dark brown, with something of gold. I loved to let it down, tumbling with its own weight, as, in her room, she lay back in her chair talking in her sweet low voice, I used to fold and braid it and spread it out and play with it. Heavens! If I had but known all!” — Carmilla, Section IV
Chapter Title: Weaving the Thread
Fandom: Carmilla (1872)
Characters/Relationships: Carmilla/Laura
Rating: T (slight sexual innuendo)
Notes: I wrote this nearly a month ago, around the time of when I last posted about Carmilla on here, but I was hesitant to post it because I was unsure of my writing ability. It's been a long time since I've written in first person and attempting to mimic Le Fanu's style and capture Laura's voice was a task I wasn't sure I was able to manage. But after weeks of letting dust settle on this little story I reread it and quite enjoyed my own writing. Hopefully others in this tiny fandom will as well.
Length: 2,180 words
Summary: “I have often placed my hands under it, and laughed with wonder at its weight. It was exquisitely fine and soft, and in color a rich very dark brown, with something of gold. I loved to let it down, tumbling with its own weight, as, in her room, she lay back in her chair talking in her sweet low voice, I used to fold and braid it and spread it out and play with it. Heavens! If I had but known all!” — Carmilla, Section IV
