Reflection RTuesday
Tagged by the lovely @introvertedfangrl and @alystrin03
Thank you @becausedragonage for coming up with the idea!
Rules: Go through your writing, art, gifs, etc. that you started but never finished and find something you love. Brush it up a bit if you want and share it. Share it. Be proud of it. Use the tag #reflection rtuesday also tag a few of your fellow artists, you'd be curious to see what they may have stored away in their wip folders.
This is a work in progress of Chapter 7 of Bedtime Stories for a Demon. In this chapter, I'd planned to have Madeleina go through the Inner Demons quest, and help bring Lucanis out of the mental ossuary with a story. I got stuck with this one because I couldn't figure out which fairy tale would be a good representation/parallel to Lucanis' struggle in the Ossuary (I'm leaning towards Rapunzel, but moreso the Disney Tangled version rather than the classic fairy tale version). I do really wanna continue this fic but I'm suffering from I Hate Everything I Write and Want to Rewrite the Entire Fic Syndrome.
While I continue to ponder, here's a short excerpt:
What more could Teia and Viago tell them? Did Illario pull another stunt? Did something happen to Illario? To the Crows? To Treviso? Whatever it was, it was significant enough the two had made the week-long sailing trip from Antiva and infiltrated the heart of Tevinter to prevent it from being overheard. Two Talons leaving Antiva during an Antaam invasion … that particular fact didn’t bode well with either of them.
Madeleina does not have Emmrich’s sensitivity to spirits that lets him hear Spite even when he’s not using Lucanis as a mouthpiece. But she has spent enough time around the pair to feel when Spite is acting up. There’s a change in the air around Lucanis, when he’s a thousand miles away and grappling with his inner demon. Lightning rolls under his skin, rippling the air around him. The Fade clings around him like a thousand little eddies, pushing and pulling at the edges of reality. It sends shivers running up and down her spine, in the way a pianist trails nimble fingers across and back the keys of a grand piano.
She ignores it and keeps close behind him, not wanting to lose him in a crowd today of all days.
They arrive at the Cobbled swan some five minutes later and stand side by side at the entrance. Patrons, both sober and not, push past them in varying degrees of drunken stupor.
Lucanis doesn't move, and even the more inebriated patrons are wise (or sober) enough to give the Crow a wide berth as they exit and stumble into the street.
Her hand is moving before she can stop it.
It lands on his shoulder, soft and feather-light. He flinches in surprise but relaxes into her touch moment later. She slides her hand down his arm slowly, narrowly avoiding touching his fingers with her own.
“Hey,” she starts, but had no plan past that. The rest comes out as a jumbled mess while her thoughts race to catch up with her tongue, “Whatever it is they have to say – just ... "
I’ll be there with you, through all of it.
“I know, Rook” Lucanis answers quickly, and before she can recover from the interjection, he's scanning the room for Teia and Viago. Her lips press together in a hard line and her fingers flex, missing the warmth of him already.
Moments later, they find the Talons seated at a private booth in the south-west corner of the tavern, by a window overlooking the docks. Coincidentally, it is the same booth she and the Inquisitor had sat in not too long ago to discuss the problem of the Dread Wolf.
His love could burn against me like a bonfire.
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