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Adrien Etienne
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Shades of Love

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Shades of Love

This young man had captured his attention, and held it and now, despite their arms tangled around each other, the young bard was scowling at him.  The Bard asked, "What do you need me for anyhow?" He replied, "I love you." The Bard's scowl deepened, "They say that you're the Queen's lover." He shook his head, "It's never been like that between us. I thought that I was in love with her once, but she's always known better. We're best friends, family, nothing more." There was hesitation, "She's always come first for you though." The Knight scowled back at the bard, and leaned his forehead against the other man's, "In some ways, she probably

Lost

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Lost

Everything slows down around him, blurs out.  He can hear his heart pounding, slow and steady.  He can hear the rush of air around him, changing subtly with movements around him.  He can hear a background murmur, the people around him, wondering.  He can't understand, everything is pulsing, lost, insane.  He wants to reach out, grab whatever comes to hand and smash it. He wants to hit something over and over again, until it hurts, and it feels real.  He wants the world to come back into focus. He wants to scream. Sometimes, it's like this.  When he's really really angry, or when everything just breaks down somehow.  He can't grab the asshol

Moving Forward

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Moving Forward

I've been down before, Thought I couldn't fall any further. But every time, I hit new highs, I hit new lows, I thought, this is it, This is high, this is low! For the first time when I'm low, I'm thinking, Thinking well this is who I am, And this is what I can rise from. I'll find something good, Make it with my own two hands, Get there on my own two feet. I'll take the help I get along the way, But most of all, this is me. No one telling me who to be, No one telling me I can't be who I want to be. And I'll climb free of here, Find my way, And be free.

Letting Go, Going Free

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Letting Go, Going Free

Leaving everything behind is somewhat terrifying. I've never really really let everything go before and just moved.  I guess I'm not entirely doing that even now.  I'm staying with friends, and they're helping me out along the way, but it feels like I'm uprooted, floating free.  The earthy part of my soul doesn't like it very much.  It want's solidity, and it's stubborn.  But the water part of my soul, it thinks that it could get to like this, this washing free of everything that hurts and makes things bad. I'm able to be different, to be myself.  There's no turning back from the course that I set myself now, and I don't know when I will rea

Broken Moments

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Broken Moments

There's a place inside me that is broken.  I don't notice it most of the time these days.  Not with people around all the time, when I am at school.  When I'm alone to long I notice again though.  Dark and ugly and ragged.  I want to destroy things, hit them, break them into little tiny pieces, so that they will be more like how I feel.  And at the same time, I just want everything to be back in the shape that it should be. I need people.  For a long time I tried not to, and the broken place got worse and worse, crying and ripping and tearing.  When I first started to let people in, it actually got worse at first because it just wasn't enoug

Waiting For You

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Waiting For You

Two strangers lock eyes across the quad, and a strange spark seems to jump between them.  That's how it all started for me.  Normally I keep my head down, but that one moment that I actually looked up was when an upperclassman managed to make eye contact.  I ran, I didn't even know why, it was just too overwhelming. I had almost managed to forget about the whole weird eye-static moment three days later when I was braving the dining hall for lunch.  I'd managed to wedge myself into a secluded corner, which was normally impossible, with upperclassmen couples hogging them, when someone stopped in front of my table.  I stubbornly didn't look up.

Ways it Could Have Been

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Ways it Could Have Been

I - Reaction Time I felt the mass of something coming up to my side where I couldn't see, and I froze, clutching the groceries towards me.  I couldn't react as the car barreled into my leg and knocked my best friend over.  I heard the crunch from my leg, felt the pain, and I still couldn't do anything. She was hurt and I couldn't do anything.  I swore before I blacked out, swore at my inability, and swore from the pain.  And the worst part wasn't the pain. II - A Step Further I felt something coming at me from the side, and a flash of realization that the car had turned after all hit me before the car made impact.  I dropped the groceries

Summoned

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Summoned

The summons came to the temple of the Gray Lady so late into the night that only one of the priests was still awake.  He watched the rider from the shadows of the archway as he dismounted and left his horse to stand.  The rider strode purposefully towards the archway and the young priest disconnected himself from the shadows and moved to stand there and wait for him. He hadn't been a priest all that long.  His parents had sent him to a nearby temple town when he was ten because crops were poor, and he had ended up serving in the temple of the Gray Lady, goddess of healing and death.  He'd been a novice for five years, and only a few months b

Sword-Daughter

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Sword-Daughter

Morning was a ritual for her.  Rise with the sun, stretch, do her first form of the day, for the rising of the sun, morning prayers; only then would she eat a light breakfast, then dress for the day.  Linens and leathers in browns, grays and greens were well worn and easy to move in.  While they covered most of her scars, there was no way for her to cover the worst of it.  After she dressed, she always did an extra set of stretches for her hands, wreathed as they were in livid red burn scars, old scars, but still painful:  the healer had thought that she would never be able to hold a sword again; if she hadn't been determined and willing to g

Dreams

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Dreams

His nurse, small and brown, and nothing like any of the nobles that he had ever encountered, had told him stories of old heroes and magic and fantastic beasts when he was a child.  When he had babbled about them to his father, full of childish excitement, he had been scoffed at and told in a condescending tone that those were just tales for peasant children, too stupid to understand that they weren't true. For the first time in his life, he realized that his father, a great noble of the realm, could be wrong.  After that, the realizations came more and more often.  His father mishandled the land and ignored all of the signs of the old religi
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Shades of Love

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Shades of Love

This young man had captured his attention, and held it and now, despite their arms tangled around each other, the young bard was scowling at him.  The Bard asked, "What do you need me for anyhow?" He replied, "I love you." The Bard's scowl deepened, "They say that you're the Queen's lover." He shook his head, "It's never been like that between us. I thought that I was in love with her once, but she's always known better. We're best friends, family, nothing more." There was hesitation, "She's always come first for you though." The Knight scowled back at the bard, and leaned his forehead against the other man's, "In some ways, she probably

Lost

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Lost

Everything slows down around him, blurs out.  He can hear his heart pounding, slow and steady.  He can hear the rush of air around him, changing subtly with movements around him.  He can hear a background murmur, the people around him, wondering.  He can't understand, everything is pulsing, lost, insane.  He wants to reach out, grab whatever comes to hand and smash it. He wants to hit something over and over again, until it hurts, and it feels real.  He wants the world to come back into focus. He wants to scream. Sometimes, it's like this.  When he's really really angry, or when everything just breaks down somehow.  He can't grab the asshol

Moving Forward

M

Moving Forward

I've been down before, Thought I couldn't fall any further. But every time, I hit new highs, I hit new lows, I thought, this is it, This is high, this is low! For the first time when I'm low, I'm thinking, Thinking well this is who I am, And this is what I can rise from. I'll find something good, Make it with my own two hands, Get there on my own two feet. I'll take the help I get along the way, But most of all, this is me. No one telling me who to be, No one telling me I can't be who I want to be. And I'll climb free of here, Find my way, And be free.

Letting Go, Going Free

L

Letting Go, Going Free

Leaving everything behind is somewhat terrifying. I've never really really let everything go before and just moved.  I guess I'm not entirely doing that even now.  I'm staying with friends, and they're helping me out along the way, but it feels like I'm uprooted, floating free.  The earthy part of my soul doesn't like it very much.  It want's solidity, and it's stubborn.  But the water part of my soul, it thinks that it could get to like this, this washing free of everything that hurts and makes things bad. I'm able to be different, to be myself.  There's no turning back from the course that I set myself now, and I don't know when I will rea

Broken Moments

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Broken Moments

There's a place inside me that is broken.  I don't notice it most of the time these days.  Not with people around all the time, when I am at school.  When I'm alone to long I notice again though.  Dark and ugly and ragged.  I want to destroy things, hit them, break them into little tiny pieces, so that they will be more like how I feel.  And at the same time, I just want everything to be back in the shape that it should be. I need people.  For a long time I tried not to, and the broken place got worse and worse, crying and ripping and tearing.  When I first started to let people in, it actually got worse at first because it just wasn't enoug

Waiting For You

W

Waiting For You

Two strangers lock eyes across the quad, and a strange spark seems to jump between them.  That's how it all started for me.  Normally I keep my head down, but that one moment that I actually looked up was when an upperclassman managed to make eye contact.  I ran, I didn't even know why, it was just too overwhelming. I had almost managed to forget about the whole weird eye-static moment three days later when I was braving the dining hall for lunch.  I'd managed to wedge myself into a secluded corner, which was normally impossible, with upperclassmen couples hogging them, when someone stopped in front of my table.  I stubbornly didn't look up.

Ways it Could Have Been

W

Ways it Could Have Been

I - Reaction Time I felt the mass of something coming up to my side where I couldn't see, and I froze, clutching the groceries towards me.  I couldn't react as the car barreled into my leg and knocked my best friend over.  I heard the crunch from my leg, felt the pain, and I still couldn't do anything. She was hurt and I couldn't do anything.  I swore before I blacked out, swore at my inability, and swore from the pain.  And the worst part wasn't the pain. II - A Step Further I felt something coming at me from the side, and a flash of realization that the car had turned after all hit me before the car made impact.  I dropped the groceries

Summoned

S

Summoned

The summons came to the temple of the Gray Lady so late into the night that only one of the priests was still awake.  He watched the rider from the shadows of the archway as he dismounted and left his horse to stand.  The rider strode purposefully towards the archway and the young priest disconnected himself from the shadows and moved to stand there and wait for him. He hadn't been a priest all that long.  His parents had sent him to a nearby temple town when he was ten because crops were poor, and he had ended up serving in the temple of the Gray Lady, goddess of healing and death.  He'd been a novice for five years, and only a few months b

Sword-Daughter

S

Sword-Daughter

Morning was a ritual for her.  Rise with the sun, stretch, do her first form of the day, for the rising of the sun, morning prayers; only then would she eat a light breakfast, then dress for the day.  Linens and leathers in browns, grays and greens were well worn and easy to move in.  While they covered most of her scars, there was no way for her to cover the worst of it.  After she dressed, she always did an extra set of stretches for her hands, wreathed as they were in livid red burn scars, old scars, but still painful:  the healer had thought that she would never be able to hold a sword again; if she hadn't been determined and willing to g

Dreams

D

Dreams

His nurse, small and brown, and nothing like any of the nobles that he had ever encountered, had told him stories of old heroes and magic and fantastic beasts when he was a child.  When he had babbled about them to his father, full of childish excitement, he had been scoffed at and told in a condescending tone that those were just tales for peasant children, too stupid to understand that they weren't true. For the first time in his life, he realized that his father, a great noble of the realm, could be wrong.  After that, the realizations came more and more often.  His father mishandled the land and ignored all of the signs of the old religi

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Letting Go, Going Free

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Letting Go, Going Free

Leaving everything behind is somewhat terrifying. I've never really really let everything go before and just moved.  I guess I'm not entirely doing that even now.  I'm staying with friends, and they're helping me out along the way, but it feels like I'm uprooted, floating free.  The earthy part of my soul doesn't like it very much.  It want's solidity, and it's stubborn.  But the water part of my soul, it thinks that it could get to like this, this washing free of everything that hurts and makes things bad. I'm able to be different, to be myself.  There's no turning back from the course that I set myself now, and I don't know when I will rea
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My Bio
I am a recent college graduate working as an English Tutor for everything from preschoolers to high schoolers. I'm still looking for more work, but so far, this job is going well. I have had a few things published, and hope to have more things published eventually, but those will not be put up here. If you are interested in reading more of my serious work, please go look at my lj (linked below). My LJ is currently not being updated very regularly, and I'm currently trying to decide about taking it down all together (so if you care about it and would like to see new things, please do let me know).

I am a flexigay (to borrow a term from a friend), FtM transman. This is something that is very important to me personally, and so, it gets into a lot of my writing. Queer themes in general are common to my work, and if you don't like that, you probably shouldn't be looking at my work. Or maybe you should be looking at my work, but you probably won't like it very much.

I read a lot. I majored in literature, this is unsurprising. I am very fond of everything from "serious literature" to science fiction and fantasy: what I care the most is that it is well written.

Finally, I am natively bilingual. I speak both English and French fluently, and I am happy to read in either. I love to find new things to read. If you've read my stuff and like it, comment! I look at everyone who comments on my work, and there's a decent chance that I will respond.

Adrien Etienne

Current Residence: Earth
deviantWEAR sizing preference: M-L
Favourite genre of music: Folk (both Western and Asian), Baroque (specifically Telleman), and I have a weakness for K-pop/J-pop/C-pop
Favourite style of art: anime/manga, fantasy, nature photography, hudson river school
Favorite genres of literature: science fiction, fantasy, historical fiction, (and all that lies in their intersections)
Operating System: Windows 7
Favourite cartoon character: Hakkai, Gojyo (Saiyuki); Trowa, Quatre, Wufei (GW)

Favourite Visual Artist
various members of the Hudson River School, Georgia O'Keefe, Minekura Kazuya
Favourite Movies
Star Trek XI, Blood Sport, LotR, Good Shakespeare films (BBC, Branagh), Good Martial Arts movies, good Samurai films (especially Kurosawa Akira)
Favourite TV Shows
Star Trek (TOS, TNG, Voyager, DS9), Doctor Who, Torchwood, Sherlock, Firefly, Stargate SG-1, various Anime (Saiyuki and Gundam Wing being the first that come to mind)
Favourite Bands / Musical Artists
James Taylor, Stan Rogers, Josh Groban, Blackmore's Night, Dougie MacLean
Favourite Books
Vorkosigan Saga, Space Cadet, Pride and Prejudice, Return of the Native, more than I can shake a stick at
Favourite Writers
A. E. Housman, Robert Heinlein, Jack Vance, Lois MacMaster Bujold, Lynn Flwelling, Tanith Lee
Favourite Games
Call of Cuhthulu, Changeling the Lost, various GURPS, various White Wolf, FF7
Favourite Gaming Platform
Tabletop
Tools of the Trade
A text editor for writing, and notebooks to story outline
Other Interests
science fiction, fantasy, literature, folklore, math/science, martial arts, dance, music

The Year of Novels

The Year of Novels

Hello All, I just wanted to let people know why I haven't been posting much lately... Well, first of all, I have a real person job, and it takes a lot more commuting than rolling out of bed, tossing clothes on and dashing a few hundred yards to class did...  So that's been eating a lot of my time. But the real thing that has been taking me away from posting things up here is my current project:  The Year of Novels.  This is never going to be posted here (unless I decide that I'm not going to try to publish parts of the project), though as I edit it, some of it may be posted to my writing journal (which is friends only, but I will happily f

Graduated and Moving Forward With Life

Graduated and Moving Forward With Life

Hello All! I just graduated from college.  I'm a grown up now or something like that.  I also just came out to my parents as transgender, which is a pretty big step in my life.  I'm quite possibly never going home again, though coming out to my parents went better than expected in that they are still speaking to me. I've been staying with a friend in SoCal for the past week, and I am about to start my epic journey northwards to Seattle.  I am very excited.  I will be staying with a friend there, and I am in the process of looking for jobs.  It's a sort of terrifying and exciting process, and I'm happy to be headed out into the real world aw

Going Through Accounts

Going Through Accounts

Hello All, I'm starting to go through all of my accounts at various online things soon, and I will probably be removing my watches on a lot of people.  Here, I'll also probably be going through my favorites.  I feel like I've defeated the point of my favorites to some extent:  I can't find things that I want to go back to anymore. If I know you in real life or if I consistently love your art, I will keep watching you on here, but people who aren't posting regularly or have gone off in directions that I am not as interested in or who I was talking to in the chat rooms at one point and am not anymore will probably cease being watched.  If I w

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JessiGradenProfessional General Artist
thank you for the favs!
queenofairanddarnessHobbyist Writer
You're welcome. You posted a bunch of amazing things recently. :)

AEH
mutosProfessional Photographer
Thanks :)
queenofairanddarnessHobbyist Writer
You're welcome. :)

AEH
Queen of Air and Darkness?
As in Mab?
queenofairanddarnessHobbyist Writer
As in from Spencer's "The Faerie Queen" as referenced in A. E. Housman's "Her dark enchantments failing". I'm a poetry geek.

AEH
Mab is the faerie queen of the winter court in a series I read by Jim Butcher (The Dresden Files). That might be where he got the name.