You take a few slow steps, peering through the trees, your breath fogging thick in front of you.
It's snowing, big, slow flakes fluttering down from the dark sky overhead - no moon, no stars, and no way to tell where the trees end, towering branches just reaching up into the dark, black void.
You take another tentative step, straining to listen to the silence over the loud pounding of your heart.
A gust of wind, a branch snaps, and then the rattle of chains.
You start to run, weaving through the trees, but suddenly the ground shifts underneath you, soft dirt cracking into ice, and the earth seems to explode as you drop down into icy, black water. Your clothes and your boots send you sinking down, a slow spiral into the freezing abyss.
You just glimpse a pair of golden eyes watching you from the depths.
You wake up violently, gasping and shivering despite the heavy fur blankets on top of you. They're hardly comforting, and you desperately throw them off and swing your legs over the side of the bed, sitting up and clutching at your chest as you try to breathe.
A warm hand on your back consoles you, chasing out the lingering chill from the cold water in your dream. Clementine sits up behind you, their hand sliding low before they wrap their arms around your waist and press a kiss to the back of your shoulder.
You close your eyes as they mutter your name, taking a few more minutes to calm your breathing.
"Okay?" Clementine asks softly, and you nod.
"Sorry," you say then, and they scoff, pulling you back into bed with them.
They cradle your head against their chest, petting your hair and pressing another kiss just behind your ear.
"Was it the same dream again?" they ask, and you let out a long sigh.
"Same as always," you confirm.
Clementine keeps petting your hair, a steady, gentle motion over and over again, and you feel your eyes growing heavy. But you sit up a bit, tilting you head back to peer up at them. Upside down, they smile down at you, one hand reaching up to gently trace the curve of your neck before they lean forward and kiss you.
It's a gentle, chaste kiss, and you sigh when they pull back, closing your eyes and resting back against their chest.
"It's a few more hours still before sunrise, I think," Clementine says then. "You should try and get some more sleep."
You give a noncommittal grunt, which makes them giggle.
"Should we get an early start? I can put the coffee on," they suggest, only half-joking.
"No," you turn a bit, pressing your face into their sleeping gown. They start to pet your hair again.
You feel them pull the blankets back up over you, and they slowly recline back amongst the pillows, wriggling a bit to get comfortable.
"How about I make breakfast in the morning? I've been wanting to make pancakes for a while," they muse then. "And I got some honey the other day."
You give them a little hum, tightening your arms around them.
"You can look forward to that," they say quietly.
"You're too good to me," you say then, opening your eyes to blink up at them.
They shake their head.
"Definitely the other way around," they say.
You push yourself up onto your hands then, leaning over them as they tilt their head up at you.
"I'm sorry you keep having nightmares," they say sadly.
"I've always had them," you shrug. "Some nights are just worse than others."
You lean in then, kissing away their little frown, until you can feel them smiling.
"I'll make pancakes in the morning," they murmur between kisses.
"I can't wait," you say, a little breathless as you pull back, reaching up to push their curls back out of their face.
"And we can make that fancy coffee we got from Merry," they say, and you laugh.
"Gaelish coffee is not what I would call fancy," you laugh again as they give you an indignant look. "I don't even know how they grow it over there in the cold."
"We'll make it fancy," Clementine says, "and we can get some berries from the market in town."
"For the coffee?" you tease.
"For the pancakes!" Clementine huffs, but they start laughing when you lean back in to kiss them again.
Lavender Honey is on my mind a lot aksjaka technically I started the prologue of it and I can’t remember if I’ve mentioned it here. But it’s sort of a modern supernatural slice-of-life where the player character is just trying to help a local cafe stay afloat.
It’s been a few months since I posted this on Patreon so a little sneaky peek of early sketches of two of the potential love interests 👀
🐥 here's some writing motivation!
Thank youuu!! 😘 mwah mwah mwah sending you lots of writing motivation too!! ❤️❤️❤️
there are a few villains in tnp, depending on how you look at it. i think Duncan is the most obvious, at this point. i'd say he's very greedy and selfish, but also he's just some guy. but he's protected by politics and people that are far stronger than him, and because of that he has the power to cause a lot of problems and really hurt people like the hunter.
when it comes to Keres, she's very much the "just following orders" type. despite disliking Duncan and disagreeing with his methods, she still did what he told her to do, and has no qualms about getting her hands dirty on behalf of her superiors.
as for the entity... they do bad things, and they're not good, but are they a villain? the player will have to decide, i think 🤔
overall, i would say fantasy. when it comes to writing, i like dark fantasy and all kinds of horror. my favorite movie genre is horror. and then for video games i pretty much only really play fantasy games. i was supposed to be a knight.... they have taken my destiny from me....
but when it comes to traditional reading i don't really have a preference; i actually really like nonfiction and memoirs, and just tend to read a little bit of everything - if it looks interesting, i'll try it.
📝 + gravity <3 (taking a bit of a gamble here lol)
You stumble, and as the artificial gravity struggles to keep up, you're lifted off your feet. You have just enough time to raise your hands, protect your head as you slam into a wall, teeth snapping together. There's blood in your mouth, lip bitten and bleeding, your shoulder aching where it took the impact.
You're breathing hard, shaking your head a moment before pressing a hand to your shoulder. Turning back to Harper, he's still on the ground, his eyes wide as he looks up at you. Talia rushes over, blinking through the rain, her crossbow still half-raised in her hand.
You take a step towards them, and offer Harper your bloody hand.
