Chapter 2 again.
Lars gets a minute in the spotlight this week, and I’m going to be using my characters names and relations to make the snippet a bit easier to read.
Do be aware there is a slightly larger spoiler than normal in this week’s section, do not read if you want to go into chapter 2 completely fresh.
Moderate Spoilers Below:
Lars snorts. "Maybe I'm just the bitter older brother, but I never remember being that much of a twonk at her age."
"You're not that old Lars."
He huffs. "I feel that old." He nods over to Henry. "Your nephew is well under half her age, yet he manages to make Leila look like a toddler. How is that even possible?"
I shrug. "Different childhoods?" I offer.
"Maybe. Maybe our Dads were just too easy on her." He ponders, turning around and leaning back against the edge of the worktop.
I settle in beside him, taking the drying cloth when it’s offered, rubbing the dishwater from between my fingers. "You two don't really talk too much about home."
Kelda, the hauntingly beautiful woman dredged up from the shore of the causeway, who apparently saved my life, and now seems destined to become the latest 'lodger' to share my home, looks at me with terrible unguarded pity.
More K, though they’re not exactly on their best behaviour this time...
Minor Spoilers Below:
Keldan lowers me onto the edge of the bed, taking the plate of food from me and setting it down on the side table.
Every slight movement makes my brain tip from one side of my skull to the other, the slosh dragging my laboured gaze in sullen arcs here and there, there and here, and nowhere can I seem to comprehend the mundane features of the room around me.
"You are quite fragile aren't you?"
Instinct drives me to seek Keldan out, to follow the sound of his voice, but the effort makes my own breakfast churn threateningly above my gut. Instead, I press my eyes tightly shut, groaning when the darkness only proves to make it all so much worse.
And a glimpse into some group dynamics with the presence of the latest arrival.
Minor Spoilers Below:
A peculiar smile slides across her lips, and she seems close to laughing. Close, but not quite amused to the point of involuntary expression, and the humour falls back to subtly.
"Curiosity." She says, in no way attempting to hide the particular way her tongue flicks around the last syllable, nor how her smile becomes a sultry smirk.
"Alright settle down." Leila says, coming to stand beside my chair, levelling a glare at Kelda.
Something like mischief enters the woman's smile. "Did I say something to upset you?"
Leila snorts loudly. "You didn't need to say anything."
I just realized it’s been an awful long time since I did a preview post, hasn’t it?
Sorry about that. It really has just slipped my mind in recent weeks.
I’m going to stick with Chapter 2 for now, since the platonic route is now up to date, that’s what I’m back to working on.
Mild spoilers below:
I grasp it with both hands and pull myself back, dancing pinpricks shooting up my arms as I draw close to myself.
Inch by inch, hand over hand.
It is not so much a physical effort, as it is a flex of sleeping muscles. An action not made difficult by a lack of strength, but by lack of recent practice.
This section comes from Chapter 2, and is so hot off the presses the digital inks still wet.
Gang hi jinks this time round, poor L...
Gotta love those teaching moments with the child!
Minor Spoilers Below:
L is roundly sentenced to dinner washing up duty for the rest of the week.
A and I have to explain to the child why throughout breakfast, passing their questions back and forth between us as we eat. Lars for his part hasn't stopped laughing since we all entered the kitchen.
"Did I do something wrong?" They ask, midway through A's latest mouthful of scrambled eggs, leaving the response to me.
I take a sip of apple juice to fortify myself before I answer...
So here’s your second extract of the week (since I forgot to put one up last week).
I’m really happy with how the section I’m currently working on is turning out. It takes place about half way through the story, and things have started to get... tense in Aldmirham.
Minor Spoilers below:
Peyton took a breath.
Ash and fear coated his tongue.
He set his shoulders, pressing the tiller down into his muscle, so his aim would remain true.
He would protect his family, no matter what.
With a firm squeeze on the cold metal of the mechanism, he let the bolt fly.
This week’s comes with a character not yet in the demo of the game, so extra beware spoilers if you want to go into chapter 1 completely fresh.
Minor Spoilers Below:
If cats could roll their eyes, Mouse would no doubt be doing just that, looking over at her human and her houseguest, in hysterics, stood by the open tool shed. She suffers us a minute longer, before wandering into the house, in search of more civilised company.