Tagged by @mysticstarlightduck here, thanks!
Rules: find five lines based on the prompts you're given, then change ONE of the prompts at the end!
Gently tagging: @afoolandathief @waltzshouldbewriting @asterhaze @vacantgodling @cosmo-lexies (no pressure at all!)
(Not sure if this is what's meant or not, but I'm using the prompts from the previous post, sans one I swapped, feel free to do the same if you guys play!)
a line about a building (Halfblood)
I kept my head down as I padded towards the old creaky doors, slapping against the rest of the building as if seeking permanent release. Wanting to spring free of the hinges, even if it meant breaking apart to do so. The wood was so old it would splinter upon contact with anything, the freedom it sought only bringing inevitable destruction closer and closer to reality.
Still, it insisted, the door slamming itself against it’s frame in barely any wind, clamoring in any way it could in it’s desire to be free.
I reached out and grabbed the rusted knob, leaning against the old wood and silencing it’s cries.
2. a sad line (Abracadabra)
It was a bit of a silly thing, to be honest. The grave had been created by one of me, whichever one of me happened to be here at the time of death’s visit. While I may have only been human on my mother’s side, some of the traditions she taught me had stuck even after all this time. In the end, I suppose traditions and stories are the only real things left after we pass.
My mother survives through me because I choose to remember her traditions. Whenever it is that I truly die, I will only live as long as my stories do. Beings, Terrans and otherwise, are easily forgotten. Stories and traditions are not.
I guess that’s all any of us can truly strive for.
3. a line about food (Abracadabra)
Eventually she looked squarely at me and snapped, “what!?”
“Nothing. You just seem…irritated.” She growled and swiped my can of cucumbers, shoving a finger through the top and hooking it around the lid, giving it a yank. The metal screamed as she ripped it open and handed it back.
“I’m fine.”
4. a line that is shouted (Abracadabra)
“We’re getting ready to take off,” Miles said with a grin, slight tinges of color starting to show against his skin and clothes. Interesting.
“Take off?!” she shouted. I nodded, holding on to the edge of the desk. The ship heaved, Layla ducking down against Kashi’s back and looking around. “Aren’t we inside something?! What about the pocket dimensions? And…and what do you mean take of!?”
“What do you think it means?!” Miles asked back, grin widening as a set of engines kicked into life.
5. a funny line (Abracadabra)
She snorted and very plainly stated, “Niipalnon-iara elelonea’aisim. Sionrar.” We are not going on that thing.
“Com’on,” I said, pointing at it again. “It’s perfect for what we need. Give me one good reason.”
“Nainia’absman-king!” It’s a fucking ghost ship, she snapped, starting to turn away. “Ionlikei-Layla se-kanim niipalnon-iara.” I’m not putting the kid in danger on that thing.
