hey everyone! I’ve closed requests for now so I can focus on my upcoming series, “Rewriting the Map!” (credit to @gandalfthepimp for the title name, tysm!!) to prevent spoilers, I won’t explain the genre or au I’m using. next two posts will be the character sheets of the two main characters, Elisa and Alayna!
hey y’all! welcome to the first installment of Rewriting the Map! this is a shorter chapter, but only because it’s a prologue. the rest will be longer, promise!
this series will be in chapters and is completely different to my normal fics (though I’ll still do those!), so peep the masterlist! I have all sorts of helpful stuff there:)
tags: @blueberryrock & @padawansofthejediorder! send me an ask and lmk if you want to be part of my taglist and if it’s for everything, LotR fics only, or for this series only!
Elisa groaned as her phone’s alarm rang on her bedside table. It was the first day of spring, and she had hoped to sleep in a little longer, despite foolishly setting her alarm the night before. She rolled over in her bed, covering her eyes with her blanket in protest. As the horrid alarm continued, she finally gave in and smacked her phone, hitting the snooze button for the third time. She drifted in and out of sleep for a few minutes, slowly waking up enough to give her the energy to get out of bed. Mornings were certainly not for her. She sighed and moved just enough to face her bedside table, pausing to stretch a bit and to get accustomed to the cold morning air.
As she reached for her glasses, her fingertips lightly touched the already-smudged lenses, no doubt making them worse. At this point, her natural vision would work just as well; she’d forgotten to clean them the night before. Childishly kicking off her pile of blankets in a mild huff, she grabbed the glasses, haphazardly wiped them on her shirt in a vain attempt to clean them, slid over her nose and stood. Still stiff from sleep, she took a moment to stretch, filling her lungs with as much air as she could, forcing herself to do a few basic, lazy yoga poses. Her lungs ached with the sudden deep breaths and her joints were stiff, but she had promised herself to actually keep this morning routine, at least for a while, unlike her other routines.
The sounds of clinking dishware and the heavy smell of black coffee filled the air, capturing her attention; her mind-stabilizing ambrosia awaited her. Elisa walked down the hall towards the kitchen, quickly regretting not putting on her slippers; the hardwood floors were ice cold on her bare feet, but she was already too far from her bedroom to want to fetch them. Stumbling into the kitchen, she poured herself a cup of coffee, still yawning. “What are you doing up so early? It’s Saturday, you don’t have school today.” More clinking glass and closing of drawers. “Alayna?” She turned, setting the mug on the counter. What she saw nearly made her heart stop.