Fuckability Zero.
That’d make for a lovely story title wouldn’t it?
She rates everyone around her in terms of fuckability. The first time he sees her, she tells that he has a grand total of zero fuckability. They Fight Crime! (Or something.)
I need my best friend to realize his girlfriend is worthless.
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I was listening to the Mononoke soundtrack, specifically, Mononoke Hime and The Journey to the West, when images started forming. A person, much of the same gender and age as the Medicine Seller, lives a peaceful, quiet life in an isolated valley; his entire mind and soul are as one with the wind, the sunlight drifting through the trails of willow, dew-soaked leaves, and ice-cold springs. He lives entirely off the land, without any desire for human companionship or the outer world whatsoever. His only friends are the animals and spirits around him, who come to him for companionship and advice. He plays chess with fox demons and dances with butterfly spirits. He adorns the spirits of the water with the petals of flowers that they would otherwise not be able to reach. There will be hot springs of some sort.
His serene life is broken, however, when a warrior shows up to ask him for help. Their land is being invaded, and if he does not lend his power over the spirits to them, their world will be destroyed.
What will happen next?
Images & ideas:
Yellowing paper with the smell of ink, delicate caligraphy.
Story consists of poems by the main character, spoken out loud and recorded by the wind and sun. Subtle changes in the landscape hint at the coming strife. The rest of it are songs to the warrior, and songs to the spirits.
