Belli//She,They//19//Writing Blog
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A/N: !! I made this on my lunch break when I was studying hens why it's kinda short! Sorry!!
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Palace of White - an oasis , place of peace, Sheltered in the vast sea that surrounds. Temporary mountains, strung high with pride, made of grain of yellow and orange that threatened to topple at the slightest taste of wind.
A lather of blue upon the sky, untainted by the presence of white. The only blemish that was allowed to be present, the source of blazing heat.
Eerily beautiful, she - the sun- beat up on the ground. Wave of warmth and light that trickled down allowing themselves to become one with the never ending sea of gold, the desert that surrounds.
Nature made herself known,sweltering heat that will not subside, continuing its onslaught attack. Your skin becomes sticky as you're trudging continues.
Line after line it blurs together. Numerical digits ,stuck within your closed sight.Retreating into your mind as you try and relieve the stress not aided by fever of the day.
The silence you so desperately craved. Interrupted with rhythmic tapping up on paper and wooden desk.Impatien, agitated.
Forcing your open there you are met with reality. Despite sweltering heat you are left reminded of what you were really doing.
A slim finger with skin that had been graced by the sun, deep with the embrace of heated, golden honey like light. A bath he partaken in even now, sheltered with a shallow shade.
Signaling to a line that he had seemingly made appear.
Red again…
The routine of following the arm to whom the finger belonged. Bracelet of gold just above vexed hand, that continued its mission of tapping. Bone peering its way through each uplift of the finger.
Uniform that neatly pressed itself against a slim frame. Straight edges guiding gaze to it’s wearer’s face.
Your eyes meet with pure voids of black, decorated with strokes of red, bound tightly to just under his water line. Powders of brown dusted just below his brow, deepening the look that nestled within his features.
Stray strand of jet black hair lay itself upon glistening forehead as the long tired voice spoke it’s routine lines again.
Just a heads up, this is a demo post to see if anyone is interested in something with this kind of plot line.
This isn't officially chapter 1, but a simple teaser of what will be like roughly. But there more interaction between Ruggie and MC and a greater focus on building proper suspense when I am not set under a time restraint.
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Word count: 1.5K
Time to read: 10 Minutes
TW: Description of Blood and Injury WARNING! This was a challenge I set myself to write in 2 hours hens its not amazing
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READ BELOW :P
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Water laps at the lip of worn wooden boards, saturated, deep with colour. Gentle kisses of the iced liquid leaves its mark upon flesh. Traces of red and pink trailing up skin, cold laying claim to anything in its wake.
Fabric that was once white now stained with adventures of just yesterday. Browns and greens finding themselves imbued within tightly woven lace.
Once clear water now murky, a small sea found within the bucket that lay itself upon flooded ground. The frothing white that creates its own tide upon the surface, soon is a vortex dragging the suds down.
Places traded as fabric is heaved from its shallow depths, a new found burden of weight upon its breath.
Inky night, losing its long fought battle with dawn. Traces of pink and golden light cascading down from rolling hills, shining a new hope upon the valley that is still cradled by the shadows of night.
As the honey gold sun looks upon the ground, the routine signs of spring return. The gentle breeze finds itself nestled within high strung trees, the distant sound of rustling. Accompanied by the orchestra of singing, birds awakening.
A path that leads its way twisting upon itself. Dusted gray and a soft umber intertwined as they show the well loved way from the old gate, to a small escape- your home. A tiny world secreted away.
Rock’s and dried plants, withered from age nestled beside each other. Brought in from varying adventures, perhaps once a stone that ran wild within a rushing river or grass blade stud tall and strong. Now call this walkway their new home.
Pebble of ashen tumbling over itself. Dragged from home, thrashed to the side, hauled from its tender brace of loving Earth. Clinging to grass, pulling up roots as it seemingly claws to stay above the steep slope.
Its prosecutor was almost unnoticed. As the village began it’s echo, the chime of bells masking the rhythmic thumping. As it stalked it’s way closer, with an almost frantic tremble.
A shrill that carried itself from just beyond the curve of the hill, a haunting sound that drowned out the once welcomed noise of early morning life.
The haze that once pushed your hands through your work, now forced to pause. Your once glazed over eyes are now only able to focus on the path and whatever lay on its other side.
Batting against ground and the tumble of rocks are no longer forgot, as cold kissed fingers drop woven fabric into its murky pot.
A mop of black, on a shaking frantic body…
Its eyes wide as hands reach out, deep red encrusted within every crevice of tiny hands that waste no time. Grabbing and tearing at anything it can.
“The man!” The child’s voice desperately rang as grazed hands clasped at sleeves. The still wet liquid spreads itself up through , infesting and staining its new cotton binding. “It’s everywhere- he’s hurt please!”
One's mind was still in a daze, as a tiny voice desperately pleaded. Fingers snagging against a fraying shirt, dragging onward down your winding path. No rhyme or reason, a simple primal need for aid.
All you can do is comply, arms soon nestling the child at your side. Body on autopilot as you follow the directions.
As you seemingly have come back to your own scenes the once beckoning light that flooded down upon you, had long lost a battle to break through the thick canopy that reaches on head. Foliage that towers above head, shelters from light and sound of the outside world alike.
Only company that you found in your mind was a river. Harsh and cracking it’s heavy body against rocky shore line, the softened splashed that were knocked back from jaggered edge seemed to be mocking. As your lungs gasped in unison trying to maintain pace.
Sting that rushes across thighs partnered with the burn of muscle leaves you to question how long you had truly spent running. Trickles of warm red acts as a vague welcome when contrasted with the chill that breathed down your neck.
The thicket taking as it pleased from your flesh as you pushed on forward.
Darkness that swallowed the pathway that seemed to lead forever, began to falter. Glimpses of gold trickling down, shone upon wet muddy ground. Cool air that nipped at exposed skin, momentarily forgot as warm rays attempted to illuminate.
Narrow walkway now suddenly met with a harsh cut, seemingly a room that had craved itself within dark, swallowed whole by light.
Blinding momentarily- vision enveloped by the sudden contrast.
As blurriness faded all that was left for one to notice was a field of nature. Sage stems, strong and stood up right reaching towards their saviour. Adorned by delicate hues of colour, a sea of flowers that seemed to pray to the star that bathed them in what they deemed riches.
A gentle smell eclipses the air, a well needed change from the damp that not too long ago flooded all your scenes.
Yet one thing seems so unnatural, within the far reaches of the small sector of hope. The small valley of soft colour is blemished, tarnished with a whole. One buried deep between a vastness of proud stud follows.
Once you let the air linger for a moment, the sweet fragrance had an underlying stab to it. Something metallic that slung to the back of your throat, coating it in its nauseating plague.
Only growing stronger as you grew closer to the indent.
Soft heads of flowers begin to be speckled with deep crimson. Oxidising to a unnatural looking brown, freezing the moment of impact within the petals margins.
At the center a simple frame is laid.
Skin that had clearly felt the sun’s warm embrace, kissed to become a deep rich colour. Soft glow that reflected the rays contrasted by spots of light. Sharp cuts across flesh of cheek, though they are aged, a story that had permanently imbued itself upon his flesh.
Blonde that sat upon his head, matted in front of his face. Locks that stuck to his forehead, tips dyed with its owner's own blood. The main source that had corrupted the neighbouring flowers.
Roots a deep brown, you could only find yourself momentarily wondering if it was mud that further had worked itself onto his slim frame.
An uncommon feature within this ear made themselves pronounced under your watchful gaze. A pair of animal-like features, nestled upon the crown of his head, they did not look native to her. Perhaps some kind of dog…
Though the sight of gaping found that festered in his shoulder soon took president from his almost softened face. An arrow that laid claim to his shoulder, sticking out, having carved it’s way through flesh and bone alike.
Allowing deep scarlet to seep through rugged worn shirts. Clinging to the flesh that lay below, as the smell of iron remained permeating the air.
After a moment of mindless studying, you could only drop the child you had heaved in your arms all this way.
Kneeling to the small boy's level you spoke to him. “Go back to the village and get some of the men, I will make sure this fellow will be okay till then.”
And so you did all you could until someone stronger showed up. Wait…
Wait until he could be transported back to the house. Back to where you could actually be of more help.
Eyes unable to find what to fixate on. The ground, mud and dust ridden of the red that has dried and stained features that seemingly flinched with the tiniest of movement. The walk back was one of a haze.
Yet it all seemed to suddenly end, with this strange man now in your bed. Your own mind unable to truly recall how this had became.
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The horizon is slowly painted with a soft blend of oranges and pinks, as if the sky is gently waking up from its slumber. The quaint little patch of land is nestled in the embrace of the early morning shadows, which are slowly retreating with the approaching light.
The routine has begun once again.
Until it was disrupted once more. A piercing shatter breaking free form within your small retreat.
Feet moving faster than you can think, you are met with water pouring from within your bedroom. The door soon moved out of the way as you forced your way in. Eyes wide as broken shards remain scattered across the floor.
The stranger whom you had saved staggered to a defensive stance. Nose scrunched into a snarl as he heaved for a simple breath. Chest shuddering as if the s act of standing caused him pain.
Upper teeth exposed, snapping and on display. Their unnaturally sharp edges caught a moment of light that broke through the drawn curtains.
Calloused hands wrapped around white and blue laced porcelain.
Traces of water diluting the thick red that slowly ran down as knuckles turned pale. Its harsh edges further embedding itself into his flesh.
Pointed towards your presence, the slight buckle and tremble of his elbow exposes his unease.
Hello! Sorry for asking, but could I request Jade Leech x a Reader who afraid of him?
Afraid as in the scene that they can feel Jade isn't a human, even not told.
Jade Leech x UNNERVERED! Reader
There first meeting...
250ish words
Read time: 2 minutes
Summary: Something about how he looks isn't right... (Short description of Jade Leech with a slightly too close for comfort introduction to him.)
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Hello annon!
Sorry for the slight wait, this sadly isn't my strong suit but I did try! It's on the shorter side as I wasn't too sure if this is what you wanted. But if it is please feel free to ask for it to be extended or changed completely!
Fingers found themselves wrapped around one’s wrist. Supporting the weight of the limb.
Yet skin does not make contact with your flesh, smooth fabric is found in its stead. Pristine, white contrasts the mulled hues of your uniform.
The appendage belonged to the young man who had just introduced himself. Having bent at the waist to meet your face.
Lip pulled back, stretched upon teeth. Caught in bright light, a smile lay upon his face perhaps too wide.
Daggers of stained white exposed to broad day. Impressions being imprinted upon his lower lip,drawing a mild colour to the once seemingly featureless space.
Upper lip still curled, almost to a snarl.
Eyes that bore down, a honey like gold. The warmth of the colour that they shone was contradicted by the blurred vale over them. Murking the almost human feature of him, creating an impasse you were unable to ignore.
The harsh valley of black that made its home through the small ocean of gold, that was his eyes, a hole of endless darkened- oblivion.
It did not look at you, yet through you.
It mimicked what was human, unable to perfect it. An imitation that was wrong.
His inability to focus his eyes upon you, teeth that he kept exposed for far too long.
The sensation of your own flesh crawling as you seemingly cannot pull away. Hairs stood upon end, bristling as you tried to find a way for your escape.
