WIP Wednesday for The Silver Chronicles and some OCs as Tumblr Text Posts for The UnTitledverse, The Silver Chronicles and Life, Despair & Monsters. Read below the cut:
I have a selection of WIP snippets for "Only Faith October" and with some Boa Lurking In The Bliss mixed in because Silva x Faith motivates my soul.
First up is a snippet from The True Sinners, where Silva didn't become a Deputy and yet was still taken by Eden's Gate just in time for Joseph's arrest. Here, Silva finally meets Faith, which is not what she expects given the circumstances of personally being stuck with both Jacob and John for a while:
Silva stirred from the sunlight that broke through the windows of the room, shining onto her, turning her head towards the direction with blinking eyes. Her conscious mind breaking out of the slumbering darkness that rarely was that peaceful.
She wished to stay in it for a while longer, but for whatever reason, the curtains of the room she'd been imprisoned in were open, allowing the morning sun to disturb her.
Considering she'd closed them the night before, Silva could only guess one of the brothers had snuck in the night before, a thought that brought unease over her, and had opened the curtains just to be a prick. John seemed like the obvious answer, but she would bet her dagger that Jacob would have gone above and beyond to open those curtains to ensure she woke up just to fuck with her.
When she turned to face the ceiling, her grey eyes widened upon locking on with the bright and curious green eyes staring down at her, a beautiful face that she had imagined an angel would wear, light brown hair barely resting on her shoulders as the sunlight grants her a halo.
A white dress is what the angelic woman wore, intricate yellow patterns of petals woven into it, adorned with pinkish flowers by the waist and the hem, contrasting all the dark tints she's seem the brothers wear.
It wasn't long until Silva realized the woman was straddling her waist. However, any questions on how long the woman had been in her room for was lost when her lips widened in a delighted smile.
In spite of her cheeks darkening by the abnormal circumstance she's awoken to, Silva swallows her confusion down, wetting her chapped lips as she flatly greeted the stranger, "Hola...?"
The woman giggled; a pleasant sound that tingled at Silva's head warmly. It wasn't like the mocking chuckles of the brothers, nor the dark titters and cackles of Nashira and Zhan Tiri.
She could oddly smell a sweet citrus coming from the woman, something familiar but she couldn't get her waking mind to remember what it could be.
"Good Morning," the woman returned the greeting, green eyes still inspecting Silva's face, "I was hoping you'd awaken soon. Though I don't see what Jacob meant when he said-"
Silva briefly scowled at the mention of the ginger, something the woman noticed as her words fell to silence, apparently thinking better of revealing what Jacob said about her. And since it was him of all people speaking about her, it likely was nothing complimentary.
She did raise a brow at what the woman had said, and took the opportunity to inquire, "How do you know Jacob?"
The woman was brought out of her second-guessing thoughts, discarding whatever musing she was following. She seemed to think on her words for a moment before she revealed, "I'm his sister, Faith Seed. Though I don't blame you for not knowing that; Jacob rather likes to pretend I'm not present unless it's convenient for him."
Silva wasn't sure what she couldn't fathom more; the fact this woman was related with any of the brothers, or the fact Jacob could go even lower on her shitlist if what his sister claimed was true.
Next snippet is for my Judge!Silva AU. Judge!Silva is vastly different from the Judge in Far Cry New Dawn, though further comparisons and contrasts will be seen when Jacob and Joseph get their hands on Pratt eventually, but for now Judge!Silva is just doing the work for the Crown, whom tasked her with infiltrating Eden's Gate in an effort to non-lethally stop them from bringing forth the Collapse, and should she fail, he'll send Hilda to deal with things instead. Here, the night after she and Hilda dispatched a couple deserters, while the peggies are none the wiser of Silva's late night escapade outside the Compound, a certain Seed sister may have noticed the Judge's outing:
Silva wiped the cloth down her sharp blade, the solitude in the weapon storage an appreciative change from the lies the Profeta's faithful spieled in the Compound outside. It gave her a moment to think about the night yesterday.
With Hilda felling the two deserters she needed kept alive, it wouldn't be long until the Cruel would take his scouts absence as a challenge.
And that meant Silva had to prepare for the next ambush, and if so, fight off the Cruel himself again should he make an appearance. While also keeping the Profeta and his heralds in the dark.
She was confident the Profeta will continue to be blind to her true goals. However, as for his siblings...
Silva paused in her cleaning, cocking her hooded head towards the storage entrance. It was a soft sound, barely able to be picked up.
But Silva had been able to hone her hearing enough to catch the approaching steps of bare feet, ever since Faith caught her unaware a fair few times.
She'd been lucky enough that those few times had not been compromising, but that wasn't a risk she was going to continue to do nothing about.
Especially since of all the heralds, Faith Seed was the most dangerous and deceptive.
The brothers had strength, skill and resources. Faith did not. If the herald only had her tongue, it would have been tolerable for Silva to outmaneuver. But she did not. Her most dangerous quality was her Bliss, and what she can compel a person with it.
If Silva was blissed beyond her tolerance, and she revealed her mission, then she was as good as dead. Faith was the Profeta's favorite, and his confidant. No doubt he'd believe her over Silva, if Faith even gave her an opportunity to tell her case to the Profeta.
Which meant she had to be careful of where she stepped in Faith's game.
Silva did not turn when Faith entered the storage, stopping just at the door frame. She felt those deceitful green eyes on the back of her hooded head. Never more were there a time where she appreciated her mask and hood's anonymity.
"I thought I'd find you here," Faith spoke, a sweet and honeyed voice feigning concern but ever so slightly dripping with a tinted venom, "Was almost convinced I missed you after the morning sermon ended."
Despite how sincere she sounded, Silva was no fool; she saw through the act. She knew Faith did not like how close she'd become with her Profeta, nor how fast she was gaining his trust. She did not believe Faith felt threatened, but she was certainly suspicious. Ironic, given those were the same sentiments her other brothers felt towards Faith herself.
Silva gave no verbal reply, but the herald should expect that by now. As far as all in Eden's Gate were concerned, a Judge does not speak. She instead returned her attention to the muddied blade in her possession, wiping the dark stains off, and in so the hidden blood underneath the dirt. Opting to let the room fall to silence - let Faith fill it.
She took the bait with a giggle, and Silva was uncertain whether it was a purposeful act or not.
"I'm curious," Faith said with an inquiring tone, with what Silva imagined would be one of her faux smiles, "You've always been so eager to stand by the Father's side when given the opportunity. A silent shadow, not unlike Jacob. To show your devotion whenever he preached his truth."
Hearing such proclamations from Faith Seed was errant; not only for the obvious envy and projection Faith was attributing her, and the risks that poses, but for the clear suspicion it has conjured from her and presumably the other heralds as well.
Her mission was to earn the Profeta's trust enough that she could guide his delusions away from enacting the Reaping. If she can manage that, then she can avoid a lot of bloodshed. But that can't happen if his siblings keep trying to sabotage her.
"And yet, I have to wonder," Faith continued as she approached with the soft pattering of bare feet on furnished wood. Silva did the bare minimum of tilting her masked face towards Faith's direction, the herald leaning a little as she inquired, "Why would the Judge abandon our Father's Compound to rush off into the night?"
...Shit, Silva realized, She noticed.
And finally, here's a snippet for my upcoming YOTP October WIP All Hush In The Dark, a Halloween smut fic where Silva and Faith get frisky in O'Hara's Haunted House. But here's what happens before then, with some minor reference to Silva and Rae-Rae's friendship that I don't talk much about for whatever reason:
Silva huffed lowly, resigning herself to playing passive observer until the festival died down or Rae-Rae was too drunk to continue.
She returned her gaze to the partygoers, grey eyes searching for Rae-Rae. Silva spotted her amiga dancing off with somebody in a skeleton get-up, only for the passing of shoulder-length light brown hair to catch her attention.
Grey eyes widened in recognition of the figure; barefoot, light brown hair haloing her head and those enchanting green eyes focused on her as Faith’s spectre traversed through the crowd without interruption.
Costumed in a white dress not unlike her regular one, with the texture and material likely to be the lightness of linen, hugging her body more explicitly. Along her dress, and even in her light brown hair, were interwoven flowers, with a crown of sticks acting as a sort of headband on top of her head.
Her appearance reminded Silva of the myth of náyades; some form of spirits that take the form of women, a kind of ninfa that belonged to the rivers and lakes and springs of water. Often attributed to Greek mythology, such spirits were said to heal ailments and bring fertility to crops and women. She’s even heard náyades often were celebrated via coming-of-age ceremonies from both boys and girls. Representing the entry of a new chapter, letting go of a past.
Silva briefly wondered if that was a deliberate inspiration Faith had been going for, but then shook her head, for the answer was fairly obvious. She’d mentioned the history she’s learned from her elder brother, and factoring that in with their last conversation was enough of a deduction for Silva.
Silva observed the specter as it parted from the crowd, gradually making its way over to the open doors of the only building nearby: the audaciously labelled O’Hara’s Haunted House.
Faith’s specter stopped at the open doorway before entering, glancing back towards Silva, a beckoning finger gesturing her to follow, before the specter dissipated after stepping inside.
Silva shuddered, an excitement running down her body. She placed her cup on the table, ready to follow, but stopped as she gazed back to where Rae-Rae was.
Her amiga was still within the crowd, hollering with the rest of the crowd as more people became less sober, doing unfathomable acts of recklessness.
Leaving Rae-Rae unsupervised didn’t feel right, but she needed to see Faith now. Pondering a moment, she looked around the area.
There were a few attendants that seemed sober enough, but none were anyone familiar to her. Except for Fixman…
With a solution found, she made her way over to the grill, hoping the cook could take over supervision of Rae-Rae while she got some intimate time to herself.
And finally OCs (and a few canon characters) as Tumblr Text-Posts for my The UnTitledverse, The Silver Chronicles and Life, Despair & Monsters series.
THE UNTITLEDVERSE
Joaquin Cobalt (The Perfect Storm, The Omniscient Rule & The Ender sagas | Calvin Dearing (The Perfect Storm saga) | Lisa Cobalt (The Perfect Storm & The Omniscient Rule sagas) | Allyson "Alice" Darling (The Omniscient Rule & The Ender sagas) | Rick Thompson (The Omniscient Rule & The Ender sagas) | Kiyone Ayanokōji (Classroom of the Elite)
THE SILVER CHRONICLES
Deputy Silva Omar (FC5 & FCND) | Faith Seed (FC5) | Kamski Neon (FC5) | Alexander Khaos (FC5, FCND & We Happy Few) | Jacob Seed (FC5) | Gavin Turquoise (FC5, FCND & Welcome To The Game) | Nadi Sinclair (FC5, FCND & CODMW) | John Seed (FC5)
LIFE, DESPAIR & MONSTERS
Haoyu Anabuki (DDLC) | Icarus Galatos (Miraculous: Tales of Lady Bug & Chat Noir) | Denise Redwood (Love Death + Robots, HOTD, The Invitation (2022) & Various) | Sir Enigma Malvolio (Love Death + Robots, Wednesday (2022), HOTD & Various)
ORIENTATION: Unlabled (Lane grew up in the military with literally no concept of romance let alone sexuality)
APPEARANCE: Brown and white hair (poliosis); pale skin; sharp features; calloused hands from years of handling military equipment; slate grey eyes; Scar on her right cheek+nose (at end of book);
PERSONALITY: Lane is, understandably so, really bad with emotions.
LIKES: guns, sparring, strategy, warfare, books, history
DISLIKES: Not having control,
ROLE IN STORY: Primary Protagonist
GENERAL: Born and raised in the military, Lane Thatcher is the youngest soldier to ever be promoted to rank of lieutenant. She trusts the military with her life.
^ how i imagine her hair; though the light bits are prob a lil more white; photo from pinterest.
