#devin's writing

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I am a furnace and in me burns the flame of revolution 

Bight, Fierce and Hot.

In my youth, I was told that this flame would only burn me up,

That any revolt that would concern me 

Was already won by those who burned before me.

And I believed them, for a time,

When my world was only me and life was easy.

But now I've opened my eyes to the real world.

My brothers and sisters around the world are rounded up and killed for who they love.

And I cry for them.

But the tears fall not down my face 

Instead, they fall inside and sizzle against the fire.

What starts as slow drops, almost insignificant against the raging blaze,

Grows into a downpour as I learn,

That my brothers and sisters, as they run to a better life, 

Have their children ripped from their arms.

And that my sisters around the world are walked backwards in their fight for rights.

And...

And…

And…

And I am tired, burned out,

But I am not dead yet.

I simply curled up in the ashes of my soul and wait,

Feeding oxygen to the spark I still hold.

I am human.

And I will be back to the fight soon.

Burning

Brighter, Fiercer And Hotter.

Watch out.

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WIP introduction

Rivers Raging Home

“ Waking up at dawn is easy if you have practice. And Eulalia’s been doing it her whole life.”

genre: Fantasy, LGBT+, NA

Status: Prepping

synopsis: Stevie is a good bodyguard. Is? Was? It's complicated. Sure she loves her work but the girls she has to keep safe? Aren't her favourite type of people. Stevie, a disgruntled bodyguard and Eulalia, a farm girl whos apparently a princess are thrust together and forced to navigate the dangerous world of the royal court. But not everyone is happy about the princess's joyous return. Will the same group that once killed Eulalia’s brother rear its ugly head? Or will the girls avoid the vipers hidden in the shadows?

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I dream often that I can fly,

It sometimes feels more like a memory.

The scenes are always different

The explanation nonexistent

And my task is ever-changing.

But three things will always be true:

One.

Some part of me will always know it’s a dream

Whatever small part of my brain kept awake to fill my lungs and pump my heart,

To keep my physical body alive.

Two.

The rest of my brain, revelling in its illusion, will ignore the small rational part and the dream will feel real, better than real. Like it’s where I truly belong.

And three.

I will fly ever higher, forgetting whatever task the dream has given me. I will be filled with a need to reach whatever limit is set on me and move past it.

But that is my mistake.

Like Icarus, my wigs will soon fail me and I will fall back to earth, crashing into solid ground.

It’s now that I wake, heart beating fast, expecting the pain of a long fall

But all that there is is an ache in my chest, a longing for something lost in this half-remembered dream of mine

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The world ticks above me like a vast clock,

it is a clock,

the world is a clock but here my bed is still and stationary.

The rhythm of the gears lulls me to sleep.

I must sleep.

My eyes feel so heavy

I am comfortable and warm

And the ticking is calling me to fall deeper into sleep.

But still, my mind runs wild

My thoughts racing in circles

Like a dog chasing his tail,

Like a cat chasing a laser,

Like the ouroboros eating its own tail,

Like moon around the earth,

Like a dog chasing his tail,

My thoughts race in circles.

Even though I am warm and

My eyes feel so heavy and

The ticking of the clock lulls me to sleep

My mind races,

Running in circles...

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Character Moodboard: Jaylen Kedves

Jaylen thrusts her hands forward. Her eyes begin to glow with a bright golden light and the fire on the troches sores through the air wrapping itself around her arms and crowning her in a circlet of flames.

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Character Moodboard: Cardea of the LeKai

As the door closes behind them Cardea grabs Jaylens hand, her dark brown skin a stark contrast against Jaylens pale white, and starts to drag her through town, dodging horses, carriages, and pedestrians.

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Character Moodboard: Ambrose Zevin 

Ambrose took the mirror from Jia and took a look at his handy work. His hair was still in its regular half up style but now flowers are weaved through his hair to crown him with a circlet of yellow blooms.

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Character Moodboard: Jia Cervialba

Jia chuckled but didn't turn around, “after all this you still believe those stories told to young children to keep them from straying too far into the woods?”