The air was cold and the rain heavy. It fell down before them without any mercy, hitting the fresh blossom of the roses on the other side of the street. They could watch how the pink petals fell off the bushes, fell into the gutter and flowed down the tiny stream. It was a constant rush of water, much louder under the metal roof over them. Amplified, sounding a little more hollow – and every now and then, much larger drops splashed onto the metal from the tree’s leaves and brought a second, much unsteadier rhythm to it.
They sat down on the ground, their feet and bottoms long soaked but joined at their shoulders, much warmer there, and still a smile on their faces. The run-down bus stop hadn’t actually offered that much shelter, but they were sitting there together. That was the reason, both of them thought to themselves, why it wasn’t actually a bother at all.
Both of the guards' hands flew to their swords, and she let her smile widen. “I assure you, there is no need for weapons, sirs. If you draw yours, however, I see myself obliged to draw mine.”
Happy Tender Tuesday! What are the first gifts your characters remember giving each other and how did they react to them?
Blake insists that the tub of ice cream Bethany threw at his head was the first gift she gave him, and he thought it was delicious. She maintains that he stole it, because she didn’t know he was going to keep it when she threw it.
The first gift Blake gave Bethany was a prophecy he found. She wasn’t sure how to feel. On one hand, it was a Clue to help her find out who was trying to kill her, and therefore a good thing, but on the other it said she had to die.
Happy Tender Tuesday! What are the first gifts your characters remember giving each other and how did they react to them?
i apologize if this answer is incoherent; i’m running on three hours of sleep right now and i barely remember what country i live in. one of the big ones. i want to say australia?
anyway! this isn’t in the book but the first gift Marta ever gave Andras was an umbrella because when he showed up at her house for their twice-weekly violin lesson it was raining outside and poor Andy was umbrella-less. she told him the umbrella was just a loan, to protect his pride, but she conveniently forgot to take it back ever.
the first present andras got marta was the song he wrote for her but didn’t tell her about for like two weeks because he was embarrassed.
Send me a 🎵 and I’ll put my music on shuffle and tell you what character/wip/scene/whatever I associate with the song!
Foreigner’s God by Hozier
All that I've been taught
And every word I've got
Is foreign to me
Screaming the name
Of a foreigner's God
The purest expression of grief
Rino Moonfall is an atheist in a world where extra-dimensional super-human beings are objective fact. He’s a dead man who came back to life in a world where resurrection magic is impossible, and the only memory he has of the incident is the image of a strange woman with ethereal black hair standing over him. If anything could make him worship a higher power, he assumes, it is that. Yet he remains a skeptic.
Nearly thirty years after his ressurection, Auria, the woman who was never supposed to be real, the homunculus he fashioned after that ethereal figure, the only true friend he’s ever had... Auria sacrifices herself to save him, and once again he has to face the possibility of a higher power meddling in his life. This time he knows in his heart it must be a vengeful, vindictive god, and if he has to kill it to get Auria back he will.
🎃 What would your OCs dress up as on Halloween? Bonus prompt: write Sol and co trick or treating! 🎃
omg kjhfkjdkjhdg i guess i’m answering this for the Flame squad
Sol would obviously dress up as 80′s Whitney Houston she already has the hair, Ella is Regina George, and Danny is Michael Jackson from the Thriller music video
can you tell Sol and Danny love the 80s
bonus: here’s a little something i threw together in like an hour, hope you enjoy whatever this is gfkjgdkjgr. (for the sake of this piece let’s just pretend that Danny knows about Sol and Ella’s powers by now)
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Convincing my parents to let me do anything is always a hassle. Especially when I’m sixteen, asking to go trick-or-treating (an activity I’m apparently “too old” for while simultaneously being “too dangerous”), and my mom is somehow still convinced that celebrating Halloween automatically makes you a Satanist.
Fortunately, although it pains me that they don’t trust their own daughter, if something is good enough for my perfect best friend Ella, my parents conclude that it must be good enough for me.
I met up with Ella and Danny at the end of Ella’s street at seven p.m. The sun had already long gone, giving way to a nearly full moon, supplying us with the perfect spooky vibe to scavenge for candy.
“What’s your costume supposed to be?” Ella asked as I approached them.
I waved my hand gestured towards my skin-tight sparkly dress, giant beaded earrings, and the giant silver bow that sat atop my hair, freed from its usual ponytail to live up to its full voluminous potential for once. “I’m Whitney Houston, duh,” I replied.
“Oh,” Ella said, nonchalantly flipping her hair over her pink cardigan. “I thought it was just your usual 80’s aesthetic.”
“You know, just because you’re dressed up as a Mean Girl, doesn’t mean you have to be mean, girl,” I scowled.
“Don’t worry, I understood the reference,” Danny declared.
I turned to her and nearly forgot how to breathe.
“That, um, that, good,” I managed to sputter, as all that red leather was making my brain numb. “Looks good.”
Danny laughed and executed a flimsy moonwalk before running a hand through her cropped sandy hair, now crimped. “Thanks!” she said, before yelping, “Hee-hee!”
“We should get going,” Ella stated, taking a moment to touch up her lip gloss. “Sol has a curfew.”
I nudged her hard in the ribs. She simply smirked.
And so we started on our Halloween adventure. House after house, we were greeted by vampires and mummies and superheroes with goodies to share. Occasionally, they would eye us and pass a comment on how we’re too old for this stuff, and most of the monsters we passed on the sidewalk were visibly younger than us, but we didn’t let it faze us on our quest for sweets. After all, there is no age cap for fun.
Ella’s neighborhood was full of upper-middle class families, so by the time we had completed one block, our stash had grown quite nicely. Mine would be a lot bigger, of course, if I has enough self-control to keep from nibbling on whatever entered my bag.
After a couple of blocks, the houses grew further apart as we approached the edge of town. The sidewalk eventually disappeared. We would have to turn around soon if we wanted to get back to Ella’s at a reasonable time, but there were still many houses ahead that we hadn’t visited.
Ella pulled out her phone. “I promised my mom I’d call my little brother to see how he’s doing with his friends,” she sighed. “You guys go ahead.”
I nodded, and she lingered behind us.
As the distance between her and us increased, Danny turned to me with a slight frown and said, “Sol, when’s your curfew?”
“Eleven,” I lied. It was nine-thirty, but she didn’t have to know that. If I decided to leave at nine-thirty, it would be of my own accord due to a “mysterious headache” that would suddenly befall me at an unfortunate moment.
“Oh.” Danny glanced around, the worried crease in her forehead deepening.
“What is it?” I asked.
“It’s close to midnight,” she said.
“What?” I also glanced around. The numbers of trick-or-treaters were dwindling, but there were still too many people out for it to be that late. “No, it’s not—”
“And, um, I don’t want you to worry, but…” She grabbed my arm. “I think there’s something evil lurking in the dark.”
I stopped short and listened. The wind rustled through the nearly naked branches overheard. A movement caught my eye, and I whirled around, only to catch a pair of video game plumbers turning the corner onto another street.
“Where?” I whispered.
“Under the moonlight,” she hissed.
“Huh?”
Danny lowered her voice dramatically and murmured, “You see a sight that almost stops your heart.”
I burst into laughter. “Oh, I see what you’re doing,” I giggled. “You’re quoting Thriller.”
Danny grinned. “I can’t believe it took you so long to figure it out,” she teased. She leapt onto the strip of sidewalk and belted out, “‘Cause this is thrille-e-e-er, thriller night!”
“And no one’s gonna save you from the beast about to strike!” I joined in.
“Guys!” Ella whined behind us, “I’m on the phone!”
“Killjoy,” I yelled back. “Come on, let’s go farther down so we can sing without bothering Regina over there.”
Danny grabbed my hand and dragged me, running, down the street, as we continued to sing at the top of our lungs, giving the streetlights a butchered performance of the classic choreography until we were laughing too hard to properly form any words.
“Okay, but seriously, it’s quarter past nine,” I declared, “so we should start heading back.”
“I thought your curfew wasn’t until eleven?” Danny inquired.
“Oh,” I said, but before I could think up a way to fix my blunder, I realized that the street was now completely deserted.
Noticing my sudden change in demeanor, Danny asked, “What’s wrong?”
“Where’d Ella go?”
We scanned the empty road for a tense moment.
“She was just there, by that stop sign,” I said.
“She probably just went home because we were embarassing her,” Danny suggested.
“She wouldn’t,” I declared. “She may seem like a wet sock, but she would never just ditch us without telling us.”
A twig snapped. I jerked around.
Nothing was there.
“Okay, this isn’t funny anymore,” I blubbered, grabbing Danny’s arm and yanking her towards me. “Where did she go?”
“I don’t know,” Danny admitted, and for the first time, a hint of genuine fear tinted her voice.
“Sh-should I call her?”
“Yeah. Yeah, call her.”
I fumbled to pull out my phone, but a low, moaning sound stopped my movements short.
“What the hell was that?” Danny shrieked, clutching me harder.
“Oh my god,” I yelped. “Oh my god oh my god oh my—”
“Light up,” Danny ordered.
“What?” I hissed. “I can’t just do that in the middle of the street—”
The moaning grew louder. Closer. Whatever it was, is was near.
And it was circling us.
“Jesus, Sol, we’re gonna die of you don’t do anything,” Danny squeaked.
“But if someone looks out their window—”
A scream. Mine. Danny’s. The thing’s, as it lunged at us. I shoved Danny out of the way, lit up my fists, and—
“Holy cow, Sol! You almost lit my face on fire!” Ella cried, materializing just inches from the flames.
I extinguished the blaze as quickly as I could and glared at my friend. On the ground from when I had pushed her, Danny broke into a fit of hysterical laughter.
“I hate you,” I growled.
Ella smirked. “Love you too,” she replied. “You should have seen your faces. It was priceless.”
“Sol’s face when you started wailing? I wish I had a picture,” Danny piped up, hopping to her feet. “Meme material.”
“You were scared too!” I accused. “You wouldn’t have asked me to use my powers out here if you weren’t!”
“Ya got me!” Danny admitted with a sheepish shrug. “But, hey, getting spooked is all in the spirit of Halloween, right?”
I started to snap back but held it in. “You’re right,” I said. I let out a chuckle. “That was a pretty good one, Ella.”
“Of course it was,” she shrugged. “Now that we’ve had our fun, we should be getting back. We wouldn’t want Sol to have to face any more monsters tonight.”
“Oh, don’t worry. I’ll protect you,” Danny announced.
“No, I don’t think you’d be able to do anything against these monsters,” I shuddered.
“What monsters are you talking about?” Danny asked.
Knowing there was no use in hiding it anymore, I sighed, “The monsters my parents turn into when I miss my nine-thirty curfew.”
Kali had nothing against rain. Which was rare for her, because Kali had something against almost everything. Rain just didn’t happen to be one of them.
It was, however, extremely fucking late, even for her. The sun would be rising soon, and she had a practical the following morning that she not only needed to be present for, but also not soaked to the bone to complete. Her professor let many things pass (including a decapitated finger falling out of her pocket) but Kali wasn’t sure she’d get away with that one.
Too many health risks, or something.
And that didn’t leave her with very many options. She was too drained to shadow travel, too far from home to walk it, and too covered in blood to call a cab.
What she wasn’t, however, was too far away from Lani’s house.
Whether she wanted to encourage this ‘friendship’ with Lani was a whole other thing, but a thing for another day, she reckoned.
And that was how Kali found herself knocking on Lani’s door at 5:34 in the morning.
Lani had never appreciated sleeping next to the front door until that moment. In fact, she’d utterly despised it, because it meant she was the one who had to answer the door, no matter how early the hour or how busy she happened to be.
This too, she appreciated from that moment onward.
With eyes half open and her mouth stretched in a yawn, Lani padded out of her room and pulled the front door open. She jumped in surprise when she saw a blood-covered, soaked through Kali standing there.
“You gonna let me in or what?”
“Uh..” Lani looked back over her shoulder. Her foster parents had made one thing very clear to her. No friends allowed. And that had not been a problem until now, because Lani didn’t really have friends, but she supposed there wasn’t much of a choice. “Alright, just- just be quiet.”
As if Kali needed to be told.
Lani wrapped her fingers around Kali’s wrist and pulled her into the bedroom. She looked both ways before closing the door and then turned back to the demon sitting on her bed.
“Paranoid, much?”
Lani shrugged.
“Just… sit there, okay? I’ll make you something hot to drink.”
Kali raised a brow. Lani’s belief that a hot drink would fix anything never failed to amuse her. She could use a coffee, though, so she kept any comments on the matter to herself.
“You got a shower ‘round here I could use?”
Lani nodded.
“Through there, just- just b-”
“Be quiet. Yes, I know. Wouldn’t want mummy and daddy to know that you’re consorting with a demon, now would we?” Kali rolled her eyes.
Lani thought about correcting her. But then she thought better.
“It’s more the blood stained hands I’m worried about. Just- go shower, I’ll be back in a minute.”
Kali reached over and drew a smiley face on Lani’s cheek with the blood on her fingers. Then, she sauntered off.
Lani thought it odd that that was the closest she had ever seen the girl to a smile.
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