WIP(s) Wednesday
Tagged recently by @asaara-writes and @third-rail-vip. I’ve got a few WIPs going right now (I’m on a roll right now!), so I will sprinkle you all with a little bit of everything!
Truths Half Told Beget Lives Half Lived (DA, Rylen x Trice)
...the door opened to reveal a short, dark-haired young woman. She looked thin enough to blow away in a strong desert gust, but her size belied her strength. As soon as she saw him, she curled a hand around his forearm and tugged him inside the room. While being dragged toward the desk in the corner, he caught glimpses of strange apparatus that reminded him of that alchemist Adan's cabin in Haven.
"Thank you, Rianna,” the dark-haired woman said. “That will be all. Please make sure we're not disturbed."
"Of course," Rianna responded as she closed the door and left Rylen to his fate.
The woman he presumed to be Mei pushed him into a chair. "Please sit."
"Seems like I haven't much choice in the matter."
Mei stopped, blinked at him, and then sat in her chair on the opposite side of the desk. "Apologies, Captain. I'm simply eager to begin our journey."
Old Friends, New Beginnings (ME:A, Nivan x Harry Carlyle)
Harry dropped the datapad to the mattress, rolled onto his back, and threw an arm over his face. He'd never admit it to Nivan, but that sleep-deprived email had felt like a mistake since the moment he'd hit send. Even now, he couldn't explain why he'd sent it beyond wanting to know - how she'd take it and maybe how much she'd just been humoring him in the past few weeks.
Nothing like spouting pretentious drivel to weed out the platitudes. He exhaled long and slow.
Now, he had to deal with this stupid, fluttery feeling in his chest from her recent email. He hadn't felt like this since... gods above... had it been decades? Yet here he was, pushing fifty and feeling fifteen.
The Chosen (my original fantasy fic)
"I'm Nelafas. You can call me Nel, though many of you will likely be calling me far more vulgar things by the end of the day."
"And why is that?"
Yrist didn't bother to hold back the roll of her eyes. The outburst had come from Gramhon, a middle-aged man with a balding pate who had firmly established himself as a pain in their collective asses since he'd arrived ...
Yrist didn't know what she'd expected from the woman - from Nel - but it hadn't been for her to ignore the man completely. Nel pulled out a slip of parchment and began reading out their names.
"Fels of Korialis, stand there." She pointed to her right as Gramhon spluttered away in the background. "Then Csthin of Halreh, Pyte of-"
"Excuse me! You didn't answer my question."
"Pyte of Gurasorau, stand there. Now-"
"Now listen here young lady-"
Without warning, Nel disappeared. A split second later, she reappeared directly in front of Gramhon. The older man stumbled backward, spluttering an incoherent mess of sounds. If Yrist hadn't been so close to them, she'd have missed Nel's quiet words over the collective gasp expelled around the room.
"I understand that you've been a kind of... honorary leader up to now. I understand that. But now I'm going to lead because I know more than you. That doesn't mean you aren't useful or that I won't take your input into consideration, but this is my show now. Got it?"
Tagging @kittimau @allisondraste @briannasroger @a-shakespearean-in-paris @tanaleth @obvidalous @midnightswaltz and anyone else who wants to play! As always, no pressure. :)