I had toyed with the idea of doing some side-character interviews during the debut month of THE PURIST, and I still might.
But today’s offering is an old, mad, bit of fanfiction that spawned out of my on-and-off-fanfiction obsessions from 1991 to present.
As I say in the disclaimer, through what I’ve seen from far better writers than myself: the phenomenon of Musefic happens to all of us. The moment you’ve extrapolated your characters well enough for them to start ‘talking’ to you, you accept that sometimes they don’t shut up. And sometimes they talk to other people’s characters.
Someday I may share the tale of the Sixth Grade Make-Your-Own-Myth Debacle, and how it scarred me for almost two decades. Or exactly how young I was when a black-furred rogue critter stumbled into my dreams somewhere between Fantasia and Sleeping Beauty, but well before The Silmarillion and Star Wars.
In the meantime, here are a thief and a soldier who don’t belong to me, and a world that still barely does. It’s not quite canon in either case.
Such fun! 😀
(Hirkke and Tony Stark… h’mm. I’d like to see that meeting…. )
Oh, God, no. I’m keeping them walled off from each other, no matter how much the Stormfang and Silkfang Adepts are petitioning for a limited visa for Stark.