#breachingsecurity

Send me “Flash Forward” for a brief snippet of an event that will occur in my muse’s future.

'How is he?'

'Bad.'

'Can I talk to him? I think I can help.'

'You can try, but he won't listen. He doesn't want to hear any ofit.'

'He might want to hear this.'

Vilayn stabbed at the parchment with the quill, blotting the pageand upsetting the vase of stoneflower stalks. Before the watersplashed onto the manuscript he swept it aside, letting every wordfall to the floor, and picked up a new sheet to write on. His handjerked angrily across the page.

fucking priests and their fucking bloody thrice damned words ohI'm sorry how awful how sad let me know if there's anything I can dothink about all the good things he's safe now he's with the gods nowisn't that lovely isn't that so fucking nice for them fuck that makethem give him back he isn't theirs he's ours I want him back I wanthim back I want him back why can't any of them fucking do anything

There was a knock on the door. The nib of the quill rippedthrough the paper and scratched the desk below.

'Vilayn? It's Ethysil. I really want to talk to you. Can I come in?'

'Fuck off.'

[Prompt]

Dram wasn’t about to argue. The guards would notice sooner or later that they were no longer in their cell. He hadn’t been the womer’s intended target, but he was happy to have been in the wrong place at the right time. The lock had proved too difficult for him to break himself, but as soon as she was locked in with him, it became child’s play for her. 

Then again, straight up melting the metal wasn’t exactly something he could do himself.

[Prompt]

Asher grinned broadly and winked at the womer.

With her arms piled high with hides, Halldis turned, catching sight of the Imperial as she pushed the heavy door open. The door which, thanks to the Nord, had nearly slammed in the woman's face.