Unashamed Adoration Tag Game!
I was tagged by @druidx! I really loved the idea of this, especially because I haven't even properly done a wip intro for TBOD (whoopsies) but I WANNA TALK ABOUT IT SO THANK YOU!
Rules: Pick lines from your WIPs out of context that you love
[All of these lines are from The Book of Daemon.]
It's a simple story, really.
I don't make it.
Vey nods slowly, then stabs a piece of tofu with her skewer.
“I’m guessing you’re in the same boat?”
She pops the tofu cube into her mouth. “Eh,” she says around it. “Same lake, different boat. I’m just a little further out in the water from you.”
The guy meets Will’s eyes, and his hand closes around Will’s fist, squeezing it.
Will hisses, then forces a laugh. “You aren’t joking, are you?”
“Up until this point,” the guy says, “you have been nothing but an unruly pest to my clan. Now, you have made an enemy of me.”
The guy closes his hand.
Crunch.
Blood splatters on the concrete.
Will cries out, his scream slicing through the air.
Blood runs down his arm in thick rivulets.
No no no no no
“Tell me, Wilthiem,” the guy says. “Do I look like I am joking?”
“Good. ‘Cause you don’t wanna get fried.” He looks me up and down. “And good on you. No metal in your bones.”
I cross my arms over my chest. “Um.”
Rayden smacks him.
“Oh,” and he suddenly looks apologetic. “I’m sorry, I’m taken. And you’re like my brother so–”
Rayden smacks him again, glaring at him.
“Jesus, what the fuck do you want me to say?”
She hits him again.
Bludbone’s face goes completely neutral. “The FitnessGram pacer test is an aerobic–”
“Bludbone,” Dante says.
“And so,” [Father] continued. “You need not blink. In combat, in affairs both personal and diplomatic, if you blink, you will undoubtedly fail to see that which will bring you, and most importantly your clan, harm. Is that understood?”
I nodded. “Yes, Fa–”
A flash of white, and something struck the left side of my face, the bridge of my brow collapsing.
Then, like an afterthought or aftershock, pain blossomed like fire through my left eye socket.
A sickening pull, a searing snap.
I fell to my knees, my screams spilling across the mesa, carried by the wind.
My hands were pressed to my face, my left eye, warmth seeping through my fingers.
Bleeding, I thought, stupidly. I am bleeding.
“You blinked, Dante.”
He laughs, shaking his head. “Only Bludbone could drag you to a bar and not get thrown out of a moving plane.”
“I only accompanied him because he had accused me of being ‘depressing.’” I sigh. “He said, ‘Well, if you’re not depressing, then go to a bar with me. I need a drink.’”
Daemon raises an eyebrow.
“He was very distressed about the war.”
“I can imagine.”
“He had also asked me to eat. I was not interested in the food at this particular bar. In addition, before that bar, I had not eaten since–”
“If you say ‘World War II,’ I’m gonna kick you.”
I say nothing.
He pauses his sweeping. “Really? World War II?”
“I was going to say, ‘the development of the internal combustion engine,’ however I did not think you–”
He kicks my foot, albeit lightly.
I chuckle. “You are a man of your word.”
“Stairs,” I say. “Stairs. Seriously, who thought stairs were a good idea?”
Dante frowns. “I apologize. I suppose it was an oversight on my part. However, it is very simple to entia to the top. The opposite is intended to be difficult.”
I glance at him, an eyebrow raised. “Wanna race?”
He glances back at me, and he’s gone.
My jaw drops. “Oh, you mother–”
I entia to the top of the staircase and Dante’s waiting out in the hallway, just outside the door.
“You’re a cheating bastard,” I say, fighting off the buzz of entia.
“You are accusing me of cheating?” he says, eyes wide. “I would never.”
I shove him and he laughs, shaking his head.
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