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thewritershelpers:

I’m writing a story where a character is cursed and is immortal, and they were born in the victorian era and now it’s modern times. Anyway, do you have any tips on old fashioned language? -Anonymous

Well, that depends on your character’s background. For example, if they were born into the British upper classes, they’ll speak differently to if they were in the lower classes in America. See where I’m coming from?

Generally, for upper classes, go for long words and long sentences. Semi-colons are your friend. And for the lower classes, slang slang slang.

This is a gross generalisation, but hopefully it gives you the basic idea.

Also don’t forget that if the character’s immortal, they’re probably likely to have assimilated somewhat, so don’t be afraid to mix Victorian and modern language and speech patterns. It could add a whole other layer =]

Here are some awesome resources that explain things way better than I ever could:

Apart from that, I suggest you just google the type of thing you want and/or read some Victorian books - start with Oliver Twist and go from there =]

I hope this was helpful!

-M

 

He had been so beautiful, like one of Botticelli’s cherubim, heavenly and pure, but with a spirit that few could understand, nor tame. William starred down at the grave of his subordinate with a stony expression, thoughts dark, and eyes entirely devoid of warmth. “You were not supposed to leave me,” he murmured brokenly. “Come back, please, little lark; let this be some cruel joke.” With a trembling hand he touched the grave, hoping to find some of the boy’s lingering warmth. He found none. Head bowed he turned on his heels to continue on in his now lonely eternity. 

"Hush"
enduringreaper

grellshitei:

grellshitei:

15. “Storms scare me.”

She hated storms like nothing else, how foolish they made her feel. “Storms scare me.” She said quietly, flinching at the sound of another thunder clap and curling up tightly beneath her blankets.

She wasn’t really certain that she could answer him, because in truth she wasn’t sure why she had this fear. It had been part of her since she was young and it has never gone away. “I don’t know…but I’ve had it as long as I can remember.” She mumbled, glad that her look of shame was hidden from his eyes.

"Perhaps it is time to let it go. There is no need to live like this, fearing a storm you know cannot hurt you." 

"Hush"
enduringreaper

grellshitei:

grellshitei:

15. “Storms scare me.”

She hated storms like nothing else, how foolish they made her feel. “Storms scare me.” She said quietly, flinching at the sound of another thunder clap and curling up tightly beneath her blankets.

As she lay curled up next to him another thunder clap resounded around them, forcing her to pull her blankets even tighter around her. She willed the storm to pass as fast as possible — she didn’t want to have another sleepless night.

"From where does this fear stem?" 

"Hush"
enduringreaper

grellshitei:

grellshitei:

15. “Storms scare me.”

She hated storms like nothing else, how foolish they made her feel. “Storms scare me.” She said quietly, flinching at the sound of another thunder clap and curling up tightly beneath her blankets.

As strange as his words were, for the moment she found them comforting. Despite her trembling a ghost of a grin rose on her lips, it was nice to think that he would care. “Thanks Will.” She murmured, burying her face back into her bed in anticipation of another thunder clap.

"You’re welcome, Grell," he murmured softly. 

"Hush"
enduringreaper

grellshitei

grellshitei:

15. “Storms scare me.”

She hated storms like nothing else, how foolish they made her feel. “Storms scare me.” She said quietly, flinching at the sound of another thunder clap and curling up tightly beneath her blankets.

Of course she knew he was right, but that’s what made her fear all the worse. When it finally did pass she knew she’d be frustrated with herself for fearing something so ridiculous — but that was what happened every time and still she was afraid. “I know.” She muttered, fingers gripping tightly to her blankets.

Of course he knew that Grell was aware that the thunder could not harm her, that is precisely what made an irrational fear irrational. However, perhaps reiterating the point to her might help her to overcome this fear. He rubbed her shoulder and arm gently. “Furthermore even if it could I would not allow it.” 

Just a quick question, can you speak German or did you copy the text in your reply somewhere? (It happened to appear on my dash and it's always so weird for me to read something in German on Tumblr. ^^;)
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"Hush"
enduringreaper

grellshitei:

grellshitei:

15. “Storms scare me.”

She hated storms like nothing else, how foolish they made her feel. “Storms scare me.” She said quietly, flinching at the sound of another thunder clap and curling up tightly beneath her blankets.

Her relaxation ended with another clap of thunder outside. Once again her form tightened and trembled in fear. “I hate this.” She murmured, voice uncharacteristically shaky and muffled by the blankets around her.

"it will pass, Grell, as all storms do. It shan’t harm you." 

"Hush"
enduringreaper

grellshitei:

grellshitei:

15. “Storms scare me.”

She hated storms like nothing else, how foolish they made her feel. “Storms scare me.” She said quietly, flinching at the sound of another thunder clap and curling up tightly beneath her blankets.

She didn’t understand a word he was saying, but the sound was comforting nonetheless. Though she made no move to come out from beneath her barrier, her trembling at least began to slow and her tight form started the slow process of relaxing again.

Noting her relaxation he continued the song, “Guten Abend gute Nacht, von Englein bewacht, die zeigen im Traum dir Christkindleins Baum: Schlaf nur selig und süß, schau im Traum’s Paradies, schlaf nur selig und süß, schau im Traum’s Paradies.”

"Hush"
enduringreaper

grellshitei:

grellshitei:

15. “Storms scare me.”

She hated storms like nothing else, how foolish they made her feel. “Storms scare me.” She said quietly, flinching at the sound of another thunder clap and curling up tightly beneath her blankets.

Another flinch, and this time a squeak that is so unlike her usual sounds of arrogance and fearlessness followed the thunder’s clap. She hated this fear, how it made her curl up and cry like a child — it was embarrassing.

He raised a brow at the sound but did not question it as to not embarrass her. “Guten Abend, gute Nacht, mit Rosen bedacht, mit Näglein besteckt, schlupf unter die Deck: Morgen früh, wenn Gott will, wirst du wieder geweckt, morgen früh, wenn Gott will,” he sang softly. 

wirst du wieder geweckt. 

"Hush"
enduringreaper

grellshitei:

grellshitei:

15. “Storms scare me.”

She hated storms like nothing else, how foolish they made her feel. “Storms scare me.” She said quietly, flinching at the sound of another thunder clap and curling up tightly beneath her blankets.

She hadn’t been expecting him to join her when she was like this — she hated anyone seeing her like this. Even so, it was comforting to have someone there. Almost unconsciously she inched herself closer to his side, still tightly nestled in her blanket barrier.

Another clap of thunder interrupted his soft melody as he accepted her closer. 

"Hush"
enduringreaper

grellshitei:

15. “Storms scare me.”

She hated storms like nothing else, how foolish they made her feel. “Storms scare me.” She said quietly, flinching at the sound of another thunder clap and curling up tightly beneath her blankets.

William eyes softened. How foolish. Though, he suppsed the mighty Grell Sutcliff would have to be afraid of something. He sat down on the bed, gently rubbing her arm through the blanket. He began to hum a soft German song his mother had taught him. 

enduringreaper

contrarian-marion:

My Muse is dead, but they left yours a letter! Send a ✖ to see what it says.
Are you glad, I wonder? Have you filed me away as an idiotic failure of a girl? Did you breathe a sigh of relief and say good riddance? Somehow, we got off on the wrong foot and never got back on the right one, but it’s too late to apologize for things and you wouldn’t give a damn now, anyway, and I’m no good at making amends. But. For what it’s worth… I did respect your work ethic. Take care. And learn to take a joke, would ya? Glory.
-M

William stood in front of the small crowd gathered at the young Tregennis’ grave sight, a gloomy air about him. Tregennis was not the brightest girl, nor the most driven, but she was still a Reaper under his charge, still a member of his team, and with her loss came the same sense of failure as with any who died in the line of duty. 

"Marion Tregennis was a spirited young woman," he told the crowd. "Spirited, and misguided, but a good heart rested beneath her chest. You will be missed by many Marion, and I know you are happy causing mischief in the afterlife. Find peace, dear girl." 

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