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WIP Wednesday!

Well, it’s Wednesday still somewhere in the world. Tagged by @tunnelsnke thank you :)

Here’s a small blurb from an original project

Ik it’s probs not Wednesday for most of you but ill still go ahead and tag @tinytorchlight @falkor1913 @ezekiel13 and anyone else who wants to participate

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🌸 What’s a sentence that would make your OC’s day better? One that would make them laugh? One that would make their day worse? Why? What words would you have to say to them to completely ruin their day?

You're a saint for adding the question lol. I need to start doing that more when send people these asks oof

🌸 ~ Something that would make Marabell feel better is anything positive coming from her little brother. She goes to great lengths to make sure he has a better childhood than she did and seeing that come to life whenever he talks about his day is always so special to her

Something that would make her laugh are really lame puns. Micah told them so often, his terrible sense of humor rubbed off on her. Her personal favorite is "How does an evil cow laugh? Moo-Ha-Ha" it's so bad, it's good

A sentence that would make her day worse is "*so and so* is dead" because in her line of work, none of her friends are safe

To absolutely COMPLETELY ruin her day, you'd have to tell her either "Your brother is dead" or "Micah is dead." Those are her two most precious people and even them getting hurt makes her mood spiral. If they died???? It's OVER for whoever was responsible

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The Wind and all her Sisters Excerpt

Looking in the face of death, I never thought I’d be grateful that he has such beautiful eyes. Zale’s are, though. They’re breathtaking. I can see the little flecks of gold among the black and I imagine a starry night before realizing that it’s more like gold among ore.

“I’m sorry it had to be like this, Marabell,” he says, but I know he’s not sorry.

There’s no time for sorry in a game like this.

“Just hurry up and get it over with,” I say, refusing to betray anything I’m feeling right now.

Maybe if I keep it all balled up inside me, then I can take it with me to the afterlife, where I can pick it apart strand by strand until I finally understand why.

“Count to ten out loud and it will be over with,” he says, taking a step closer to me, so close that I can only look at one eye or the other.

The left one is a lighter shade of black than the right, but it’s impossible to tell for certain with the light in my eyes.

“One.”

With my hands tied behind my back, he pushes me down to my knees.

“Two.”

I can feel the heat of the stone around my neck, the one that brought about my downfall.

“Three.”

He kneels down in front of me and wipes the moisture from the corner of my eye. I almost lash out at him for pretending to care, but then I remember that I need to keep those emotions inside for the next life.

“Four.”

His eyes turn towards the horizon for a little too long, dragging out what he promised to make quick.

“Five.”

Back on his feet, he takes a deep breath and lifts his chin to the sky.

“Six.”

He whispers a prayer to some god I don’t recognize.

“Seven.”

He places his hand at the base of my skull, forcing me to bow my head.

“Eight.”

The heat from his hand glides over the back of my neck as he brushes the long strands of my hair aside. He hefts his sword in his hand.

“Nine.”

I hear him grunt as he lifts the blade in a high arc. I see the flash of silver out of the corner of my eye.

Ten.

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