So I was tagged a while ago by @zmlorenz, and finally got around to doing this. I've always wanted to answer one of these, so thank you!
I was given the words "puzzle", "thick", "tonight" and "rumble". My WIP is called "Aquiver, Aglow" and no, I have no idea how to italicize words.
Puzzle
That seemed the wrong thing to say, because the next moment, all eyes turned collectively to the side. Puzzled, Tyrone followed their gaze. It ended on Malchior.
He was watching him so intently now, that the heat in his gaze creeped under his skin. Mouth gaping, he stuttered, “You are Forgiveness.”
“I’m Madness,” Malchior countered.
As if his common sense had flitted away, he commented, “Is that so? I wouldn’t have said. You’re much too warm.”
Promptly, the smile froze in his voice. Malchior blinked once, then laughed out loud.
Thick
The Elders staggered. The air was thick, and lantern-eyed angels followed the conversation with rapt attention. “Well, I’ll be… good grief. That one.”
“Yes, yes,” Misery tutted. “Right out of Heaven’s gate.”
“Good riddance.”
“Oh, but she doesn’t lie anymore,” Malchior chimed in, as he started sauntering away. He spared Tyrone one glance, then went on his way.
Petrified, that’s how he left the angels. Even Tyrone stared bug-eyed after him. Then, a sound, followed by a cascade.
Peals of laughter lit up Heaven like stars in a dreary field.
Tonight
“She’s hunting, but for what?” Malchior chimed in, ever the shadow by the sides. Tonight, he stood hunched in the middle, a red gleam in his eyes.
Anne looked at him, and smiled a fanged smile. “Lies, usually.”
His wings were sharp. In the shadows of Heaven, gathered faithfully beneath angels, his dark wings were deeper, wider. His weapon of choice, once upon a time dripping with red, though they were not red wings.
Rumble
“I, too, am sorry.”
For many, many things, some of which were yet to come. Overcome by a sudden gravity, looking things in the eye, with a tender heart she hummed to them, and to herself. Rumbled, as they did, wordless as they’d become.
“It was your light, but you didn’t keep it for yourselves. You shared it with humans, at their request, because you saw warmth below. Perhaps, you thought you could never be the warmth that they were, and so, why fight it? Fight, when you can give your light so that there is no more difference.”
Humans were creatures made to be fascinated; to have that pristine feather tickle the tip of their noses, and escape through the gasp between their fingers, as they again and again tried to grasp it. Angels purloined their sanctity of awareness; like charmers, they webbed them in.
A heavy sound, her laughter was. “Let’s see how wrong they are!”
Sooo, this is it. I went with my gut as to how much to select from the original body.
