Thanks to @cervus-scribe for the tag! :D I'm unsure who to tag in return, but if you see this and it sounds fun, tag ME so I can read yours!
π Share 15 or fewer lines of dialogue from an OC, ideally lines that capture the character/personality/vibe of the OC.
I chose D, my snarky, easily flustered, bisexual demon son. He was the very first POV I wrote. It's always difficult for me to describe his personality but it is very, very distinct, and I think these lines will show it.
Threads: Above is a lot further from completion than Below, but you can see a lot of art of him and Holly, and this can give you a vague idea of what their dynamic is. :)
(These are not in a particular order.)
1 "It's fine," D replied, unsure what was fine, exactly, as it certainly wasn't him.
2 He briefly thought of about fifteen different things to say before settling on a simple, quiet, "Holly. What are you doing?"
3 "You apologize far too often." He crossed his arms and let out a sigh. "In the future, you could try and not do things you think you might have to apologize for later."
4 "I am not worried about it," D said with a frown, tapping his foot and worrying about it.
5 D successfully suppressed a snicker, and raised a brow. "Why would I laugh?"
6 He felt some of her silky hair brush against his hand and he realized she was right beside him--almost underneath him, he could have leaned forward just a few inches and rested his chin on the top of her head. He was not going to do that.
7 "Y-you touched me!" Holly's flustered face was bright red.
D glanced over at her, certain he still looked the epitome of calmness and grace and hoping he could maintain that through his next carefully chosen words. "What are you so bothered for? I've done that several times now, in several different places as well."
"D-don't phrase it that way!"
8 D sighed and pulled her back by placing his hand on one of her shoulders--twitching slightly as he remembered that they were bare, and twitching more as he learned that they were delightfully soft--and tugging gently, the same way he'd pulled her from the doors the previous day.
9 He bit off a Thread--a habit C had yelled at him about when he was a child-- 'D, don't put strange shit in your mouth, what the hell is wrong with you--but it was one he sometimes fell back into when he was distracted or annoyed.
10 D shook his head, interrupting him with an even more irritated handwave and sigh as he crossed his arms. "No, Asmodeus, i don't need confirmation of your bullshit agenda. I meant, in general. What are you doing?"
11 "Come now," he encouraged. "Unlike my brother, I am an excellent healer, but I do not think he will ever let me hear the end of it if I let his beloved suffer even a little pain."
12 "He is not!" D hurriedly insisted, sitting up straight. "I am obviously the taller one."
13 "Oh, you were joking, I see." He slid his hand up her wrist and removed hers from her neck, pinning it lightly beside them.
14 "Don't worry. We'll take things slowly." He turned another corner and kicked open a door. The knob exploded off it with the impact and rolled across the floor.
15 His teacher had her hands on her hips, looking down at him with more annoyed disgust than curiosity. He sat up abruptly. "Pardon me. I can't stay. I have a murder to commit."
andulkaphoto
baratheonpilled
2087
prguitarman
amandla
ellievsbear
