*wakes up in cold sweat* if henry winter was alive and into women he'd be into mid and plus sized women like the ancient greek statues and renaissance paintings.
which further implies mid-to-plus sized camilla. (that is, in reality, not richard's perspective of it.)
Here’s how to write a slowburn romance, and some tips not to forget about. Who’s your favorite slowburn romance couple in books or TV?
A slow-burn romance is a notoriously difficult thing to get right. Because, as writers, we’ve lived with these characters in our heads for so long, we already see them as soulmates. Here are five tips to let your readers have the best experience.
❤️ Balance of chemistry
The key to any good romance is chemistry - but how do you establish that?
What you need is a good mix of compatible and conflicting traits. Your two characters should challenge each other, but also feel comfortable in the other’s presence.
Learn to strike that balance in playful banter.
❤️ The little things
Before absolutely anything major happens, you should build on the little encounters between your characters. Use this early stage to create unique in-jokes, quotes, meaningful interactions that you can reflect on later, but don’t make them so serious just yet.
❤️ Be subtle and take your time
There is nothing more exciting for a reader than when they’re left guessing whether these two characters will actually get together or they might be reading into it. It’s a difficult balance to strike, but always think of: less = more.
Become the expert of hints, and never outright explain your character’s feelings.
❤️ Listen to your characters
If the moment is not right, it just isn’t. It might be in your plan to have the characters hook-up at a certain point in the story, but then you get there and you realize your character is not in the right mindset for this right now. Listen to them. There is nothing worse than a forced romance.
❤️ Don’t underestimate suspense
The key thing to a slow-burn is the question of will they or won’t they? This is where you can really lean into subverting your reader’s expectations. What might seem like a perfect moment for a kiss, doesn’t result in one. Has your reader been imagining the tension? The more you can toy with them, and put off the big moment, the more interested your reader will become in seeing whether they were right.
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He wasn't the best and made so many mistakes that hurt both sides on so many levels, but he was there. That's what mattered to Regulus. Sirius always listened whenever he complained and always went out of his way to make him happy again, no matter how much he himself was hurting.
It was him who taught Regulus how to control himself (though he never managed to do it) and the bouts of magic that slips through his skin. It was him who guided him through the harder days, when everything seemed so bleak and suffocating that he could barely tolerate existing. It was him who taught Regulus to read, to write with a quill, to stay out of Mother's way, to stay quiet when Father returned from the Ministry, to play chess. He guided him through everything. He was there for everything.
The sorting was tense, sure. He could see the pain and understanding in Sirius' face when the Hat called out the House they both shit-talked over the letters. Still, it felt correct. One son a disappointment, the other son a jewel. It was appropriate. If he ended up in Gryffindor, their parents would only get worse.
Still, Sirius clapped and cheered for him so loudly that his housemates stared at him as if he'd grown another head. Beside him, the Potter heir frowned, "Didn't you say you wanted him with you?"
Regulus could see him, at the corner of his eyes. He could see his sunshine smile and bright eyes, trailing him until he's properly sat beside Cissy. He could see his encouragement. He could see his brother.
"Yes," he said. "But this is safer."
Because that's what mattered most for them, wasn't it? Safety from their parents, safety from scorn, safety from the damned blood purists, safety from idiots who point fingers before they speak. Safe. Safe. Safe.
It was the last thing he asked for, as he drowned in a lake full of monsters he only ever read in their family library.
every character that is bright, sunny and happy is italian. if it's dark and gloomy but still loveable, it's british. HOWEVER if it's dark and gloomy and criminal, it's german. loveability of german character lies with how deranged you are.
therefore, henry winter is german, despite being a wannbe english.
it's been a thousand years and people are still arguing about jiang cheng torturing demonic cultivators. listen, real or not real doesn't even fucking matter
if jiang cheng had a torture dungeon you know who would have loved it? wei wuxian