as observed while writing lots of fic

What is it with me and perfectly ordinary descriptions frex: of people and their motivations degenerating - evolving? into nigh on lyrical tangles serving the same purpose? And... does it get repetitive or otherwise obvious in the oh God, there Chanter goes again sort of a way, or is that just me thinking the worst of my own work?

This snippet of musing brought to you by, in no particular order because they're all amazing ladies, Mears (her name in the These Are The Voyages 'verse is Diana!), Tamura (who's been Mariko in my head for years and so keeps it), Caitlin Barry, and Janice Rand.

*type type typity types* :)