Writers, if you see this, share a snippet of your characters' eyes. Description, intensity, passion. Show me them peepers!
From my WIP, Good Thyme With Bad Company:
Iom’ren turned his head to look at Grilled. Those eyes.
In the ringslight, Iom’ren’s eyes and Noklopan facial jewels shone like stars. Aloutia’s stars, pink and pure, the essence of goodness. The starlight which everyone wished would glitter upon each other’s paths.
Yet those eyes held nothing but pain. Sorrow. A tear fell down his cheek, diverted by the jewels, and fell upon the fresh snow at the same moment a drop of blood fell from the quillon.
Grilled wanted to say something—anything—but what does one say to a soul bearing such powerful, striking eyes?
Tagging @rtisticwriter @kittensartswriting @nightfoxproductions726 but anyone can participate if they want!
I was tagged by @rachaellawrites, and thank you for the tag! I love these kinds of games <3 My words were dark, rain, simmer, smoke, and frame
I will use words from GOOD THYME WITH BAD COMPANY, or whatever this book eventually gets titled. It was originally going to be a single book, but now this damn thing has turned into a trilogy siiigh. Oh, but I love it so much, I could write about these characters and their shenanigans forever. The current title works best for the third book, and I'm currently only on the first, so the snippets here will inevitably be in a book with a different title.
DARK
You fled into the sunrise, and I into the sunset. Have you been embraced by warmth and light yet? I have sentenced myself to writhe in the cold and dark.
RAIN
Immediately behind her chair was the great clock, its many gears forever buzzing. The evening was still early; the guests had plenty of time to be rowdy yet. The weather calendar hung on the wall next to the clock. It would rain tomorrow, bringing in more guests seeking to stay warm by the fire.
SIMMER
Dinner hours had just started and the common room was full of guests, merchants and townsfolk alike, bumping elbows, sharing laughs, enjoying their ale together. The scent of Parsnips’s Family Stew—filled with parsnips, shallots, onions, and turnips—wafted through the room, enticing all who were enveloped in its aroma. The guests had filled their bowls and taken their seats at the tables, so Shallot could take the boy to the hearth, where the pot simmered over the flames, without fear of being interrupted.
SMOKE
Onion and Beans came through the common room entrance. The bartender carried his pipe of azurhizome powder, blue smoke trailing in his wake.
“Thought I heard you hollering out here,” Onion said, her eyes on the hand as it flailed about in its prison. “What in the dominion is that?”
FRAME
Shallot clutched the net, stepped onto the balcony, and looked down. There were two naked kids—boys from a quick glance—skin so pale they practically glowed in the ringslight. They had extinguished the flames on their wrists to stay hidden in the darkness, but Aloutia’s rings and moons shone enough light to illuminate their pallid, fragile frames.
“Two boys,” Shallot said as she hefted herself upon the balustrade. “Get the other one!”
Anyone who wants to participate, feel free! I'm also going to tag @valeriestorm, @nightfoxproductions726, and @purviswrites if they want to play. Your words are SOFT, HOLLOW, TERROR, BREEZE, and FELT
He helped me arrange my mane, too. It was an absolute mess. He stood behind me, combing the top of my head while I braided my mustaches into my beard.
“I’ve heard that depression is like a seagull,” Su said. “You can’t stop them from flying overhead, but you can take care not to let them make a nest in your hair.”
“I think I’ve heard that one,” I said as I snapped a bone bead into place beside my mouth. “The seagulls almost got me this time.”
“We will fight them off together, Ami-honey.”
With Su’s help, I acquired a more publically-presentable appearance, and my soul felt more at ease. I was grateful to have Su here to fight away those pesky nest-making seagulls.
She would have overthrown him if she could and if she thought the world would be better without him. But it wouldn’t be, and that was the factor that fucked most with her mind. The world was better with Lucognidus as its God, and if he were gone, everything would go to Hell again
Quote from MERCHANT OF KNOWLEDGE AND MAGIC
Art of Lucognidus by FlareMarant on Twitter and Instagram
"I felt Zakuro’s chest rise and fall as she let out a heavy sigh. She put two arms on my shoulders, then the other two on my back—gently, so as not to tear my wings—and finally accepted all the love I could convey through this embrace."
I knelt beside Maika and pet her sides to calm her down. She sat on her haunches, excited for attention.
“If your dog bites my daughter, I’ll kick it,” Milti said.
“If you kick my dog, I’ll kick out your teeth and string them on a necklace,” Su said. “Then give it to your girl."
"The church was three trees away. We had to cross bridges made of vines, leaves, and wood, stretching thousands of feet above the ground. Not that we could see the ground; it was foggy down below. We went inside the tree, down wooden passages bored out centuries ago, now lined with tapestries and glowlight lotus vines."
"Why did Sawyer make you two his drinkers?”
“We’re both of noble birth, born at an advantage to change politics,” Sayuri replied curtly.
“Joke’s on him,” Requiem said. “I left my family with a loud ‘fuck you,’ got adopted into Sayuri’s family, and now we both barely qualify for Ophidian nobility."
