Rain thrashes against a streaked window. A pair of black Oxfords perch upon the ledge, one toe tapping to the tick of a clock. Tawny fingers twirl a ballpoint pen, while an ebony gaze stares off into the office’s shadows.
A slim figure slips into the room/ studio; the old fluorescent bulbs light the/ her black silk with a gold hue as she glides across the wood floor. Stopping just before the desk, she folds manicured hands neatly in front of herself and settles two belladonna eyes upon the man.
Cocking a fine brow, he asks, “Can I help you?”
The woman cants her head slightly, then glances up and down his reclined figure. “I am not sure, Detective,” she begins, refocusing on his face with a pointed stare, “considering you cannot find matching socks…”
The man glances over at his feet; he wrinkles his nose at the contrasting navy and white cotton before dropping his chair legs down to the floor.
“What do you want?” he huffs.
She steps over to the window. Her dark gaze traces the grey skyline before she replies, “Answers.”
The detective rolls his eyes and leans onto his desk. “Look, lady,” starts the detective, “I don’t have time--”
“No, you don’t,” she sharply interupts, snapping her head around; he jumps back in his seat, a shudder creeping down his spine.
“You don’t have time,” repeats the woman. “None of us do.”
Glancing about with knotted brow, the detective restarts: “Ma’am, please-- tell me what’s wrong.”
Her eyes drift back to the storm. Minutes pass, the rain’s wail gradually filling the room. Then, after resettling her straight posture, she replies, “Women are missing.”
The detective balks slightly-- “Women? Which women? And why--”
“--Why haven’t I gone to the police?” she interjects. “Because these women are of Aurora, Pioneer and Rainier. To this city’s police, they are already faceless and nameless.”
“But not to you?” poses the detective.
Pausing, the woman glances over to him. She turns away, though, when she continues: “These disappearances are… unusual. No bodies. No family or friends. No clear moment when they were last seen.”
“And no leads,” he exasperates.
“Hold your tongue!” she chides. Turning fully around, the woman in black strides swiftly back over to the desk. With an arched brow, she hisses, “You will wipe that white off your face and show respect, lest I do it for you.”
The detective, sinking into his seat, silently nods his head.
“All of this,” she continues, “is happening while the streets are whispering new rumors. Large sums of money. Intimate spaces. Long-term work…” Her rose-painted lips part, but her breath catches. She draws in a deep breath, then finishes, “Blood games.”
She twists back to the window and places her palm against the glass. “As certain as I am the police will not search for these women, so, too, am I certain that something foul is prowling Seattle,” states the woman.
The man straightens and inhales deeply. Folding his hands upon his desk, he asks, “With all due respect, why are you reaching out to me?”
Gradually, she spreads her fingers out upon the pane, then looks back at the detective. “My reach is far, but I need someone dedicated to this case.”
“Why?”
She pulls back from the glass, a ghostly silhouette of her hand remaining.
“Because,” she sighs, turning towards the door, “unlike some other businesses, I care about my employees.”
- A pirate and a mermaid escaping a seacave
- A space vagabond encountering a 'familiar yet strange' species
- A medieval monster trying to pass as human
- A detective receiving an unsettling case
For those seeing this for the first time, here's the backstory: I really want/need to get back into creative writing. But I am overwhelmed with concepts. Would you, my delightful connections, please help me pick? In return, I will share my work at the end of the week. :)
Thunder rips through the room, while letters and charters take flight like frightened birds. Seething, the patron whips round from the overturned desk and storms out of the chamber. Candles flinch as he passes, his crimson robe lashing out behind him. His fists tighten with each step. Gold and diamonds dig into his palms. A snarl tugs at his lips. He turns the corner--
“Good evening, Lord Rött,” greets a smooth, rich voice.
He stops abruptly. Confusion clashes with the patron’s rage as he stares back at the white-clad nobleman.
“Weiß…” he hisses as the shock melts. “What. Now?!”
The younger lord grins. With a shrug, he replies, “Oh… nothing. Nothing at all, I just felt like visiting my favorite benefactor.”
Rött closes his eye and draws a low, deep breath; as a rattling exhale rises from his throat, he drags a hand over his head. Streaks of red stain his white hair before smearing down his neck. “Now is not the time,” he growls.
“On the contrary, now seems imperative” quips Weiß, lifting a white glove from beneath his cape. “You’re clearly distressed and could use a friend.”
“You are not my friend!” Rött shouts. “You are a traitorous bastard!”
Weiß cants his head to the side and frowns. But a chuckle quickly breaks the expression.
“What is that phrase they like to use?” he muses with a smirk, “pot calling the kettle black?”
Rött narrows his eyes-- “What nonsense are you spitting?”
“Oh don’t feign ignorance,” Weiß hisses, his humorous air curdling. “The loss of documents. The misdirection about the grounds. The nervous ticks-- you, my dear friend and traitor, aim to betray our deal!”
“For the love of…” exasperates Rött. “Your impatience is breeding paranoia!” The elder shakes his head and paces down the side of the grand hall. He adds with a huff, “Not that I should expect a whelp like you to understand, let alone empathize with, the burdens and tolls of age…”
A loud thock! suddenly fills Rött’s ears; he steps back, his eyes focusing upon a silver blade stuck in the wall beside him. Slowly, he turns a piercing glare back to the other.
“But I do, old friend,” Weiß cooly retorts “and I’m willing to help end your misery…!”
“You dare threaten me?!” growls the red patron, his voice rolling through the room.
“No, I don’t ‘dare’,” answers the white hier. He lifts a gloved hand, gradually flexing his fingers; as they spread, their ends grow and curve.
“I am.”
Weiß lunges. Rött draws back just as the ivory claws lash out, but lurches with the next strike. Before the younger can land another, Rött sweeps out his arm and knocks him back. Clutching his side, Rött reaches for the dagger; he grips the handle, only for Weiss’s hooks to sink into his wrist. A wild roar tears through the hall. Rött swings himself around, pulling out the blade and hurling Weiß through the air. The nobleman slams headlong into the opposing wall.
A ringing silence creeps into the room. Rött, glancing down at his shredded arm, turns the silver blade over in his hand. His eyes trace along its ornate handle, sharp edges and polished face, then pause. A stark red with slitted pupil stares back at him. Abruptly, he jerks his head and closes his eyes.
A cough breaks the silence.
“Leave…” rumbles the elder’s voice, the sound echoing through the hall.
A broken chuckle answers him. “Leave?” repeats Weiß as he rises to his feet, “because of a haggard fool’s one lucky blow?”
Rött opens his eyes. The draconic glare digs into the young lord, and a trickle of clinks and clicks snakes through the room. The rattling grows, then shifts to rolling gurgle as the gold embellishments and silver decor crumble and melt; the streams of metal surge across the floor, slithering up to the red lord.
“Leave,” repeats Rött, flexing his own array of red and gold claws, “before your luck runs out!”
Writing snippet based on yesterday's wonderful input: A loud 'thock!' suddenly fills Röt's ears; he shifts back, his eyes focusing upon a polished blade sticking out of the wall beside him. Slowly, he turns a sharp glare back. "On the contrary," smirks Weiß. "I ready and willing to help you with that little misery." "You dare threaten me, whelp?!" thunders the patron's voice, rattling the hall. "No, I don't dare," he replies, flexing a gloved hand. As the fingers spread, the tips gradually lengthen and curve into ivory points. "I am."
Question for everyone: what am I writing today? :D
Back Story for the query: I really want/need to get back into creative writing. But I am overwhelmed with concepts. Would you, my delightful connections, please help me pick? In return, I will share my work at the end of the week.
Nov 1st choices:
- A medieval monster trying to pass as human
- A pirate and a mermaid escaping a seacave
- A space captain flung into intergalactic diplomacy
- Two dragons fighting for control of land and the people that inhabit it
I may not give choices every day, and I may switch to sharing the evening of. But your input is helpful in all circumstances, so please comment!
Took @words4bloghere‘s prompt with Growing Up Gerudo Ganon meeting Manly Guys Doing Manly Things Ganon and Tale of Two Rulers Ganon. Growing Up Gerudo Ganon is like that new intern who acts all bubbly during their first day on the job, considering that GUG!Ganon has yet to experience the whole “past life/future lives” deal like MGDMT Ganon and TOTR Ganon.
MGDMT Ganon has probably downloaded about 50 apps by this point so he doesn’t die of boredom
i also considered this: GUG ganon asking TOTR if his gerudo family will be there with him in his future lives and i made myself sad, oops
Manly Guys Doing Manly Things belongs to @coelasquid
This is so wonderful; got me thinking about the DaddyDorf in my story... He's probably wait for the two others to leave, then show GUG Dorf a scar where his Link first nicked him in sparring or the like.
...Man, I should really stop being a bum and pick Crystal Heart back up...
It has been said that time heals all wounds. I don't agree. The wounds remain. Time - the mind, protecting its sanity - covers them with some scar tissue and the pain lessens, but it is never gone.
- Rose Kennedy
I apologize for my disappearance. The past few months have been progressively unkind, with the last few weeks being the most intense. I've had to step away form committments and put projects to the side as I've worked to support those at home.
Above is an image from a recent informational display I put together on an organization's memorial ceremony. The bitter irony has not been lost on me.
So, lets try this again, because I’m a complete numpty and forgot to make worldwide shipping an option! Silly silly me and apologise to anyone who bid so far in the now cancelled auction.
I’m starting again here: http://commission.miasandelle.com
I’ve got some pesky bills to pay this new year and commissions I do are rare because of the amount of work I put into the comic. I’d really look forward to drawing something new and exciting and for you :)
I am so terrible at human interaction when I’m sleep deprived.
So today I was out getting food, but running on maybe 4 hours of sleep for the past couple days because I’m super busy.
And this gaggle of teenage boys wander up to me in the parking lot, shouting and carrying on like kids that age do, and one of them screeches at me, “MY FRIEND LIKES YOU.”
And my immediate brainless reaction was to tilt my head and like an android say, “This is not an effective way to find a mate for your companion. Reevaluate your strategy. You can do better.”
They had no idea what to say to that, fell silent, and I didn’t even realize i responded in a weird way until I was back home.
No, no, I’m pretty sure that’s one of the best ways you could’ve responded. They certainly are going to reevaluate what they did - both the calling out and teasing of their friend - and hopefully avoid further issues, e.g., catcalls or hazing.
Legend of Zelda: Ocarina of Time – The lighthearted story of two murderous little kids plotting to thwart the plans of a foreign dignitary…based on some pretty shaky evidence.
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