#brieuc.lit

I was tagged by @transthadymacdermot to post a context-less line! I thought I had done this one but I don't think I actually have, couldn't find it in my tags 🤔 anyway!

“Yeah, that’ll put them at ease. Thank you for hiring me on your case, come into my piss chamber so we can go over the details.”

I was tagged by @noblebs to find wrong, easy, twitch and vicious! We stayed with Vítor Cadogan for all of these, in the Green Blood wip!

wrong

Vítor wonders if Pulp is getting the name of the ship wrong on purpose, or if they don’t know how to read.

easy

No lights glow from this city, no easy sign of life found in its silhouette.

twitch (I actually couldn't find one in this wip so have a jerk instead)

His body jerks like a broken toy, then goes still.

Shockingly I couldn't find vicious anywhere, and none of the synonyms I found felt synonym-y enough. Oh well, I'll try to make a point to include it for next time :00

Thank you to @noblebs for tagging me! Sorry it's been a moment, I'm only just catching up on what I've missed!

“Thank you, Pulp,” Vítor tries to sound kind, but he can’t quite keep the befuddlement out of his voice. He has to think for a moment, then adds, “My name is Vítor. My… companion’s name is Saccade.” He can feel her eyes on him, can imagine her eyebrow raised in curiosity or perhaps judgement over his momentary pause under the thick plastic-metal gas mask. Friend sounded a little too personal and chummy, but maybe that’s what they were. She certainly gave him no hints. “Vítor and Saccade. Veee-torrr and Sahhhh-kahd. Vitor. Saccade,” Pulp plays with the words in their mouth, dragging them out and then spitting them out quick like they’re trying to discern the flavour of their names. Yet again, he finds himself glancing uncertainly at Saccade, whose mask is as impassive and unrevealing as ever.

Many thanks to @noblebs for tagging me! The rules of this game is post 7 lines and tag 7 people. Here is a little descriptive work in Bronze Eden from the perspective of Imperator V.

The interior appears well-kept and organised. Harlequin-tiled floors are clean, and freshly swept. The walls are painted a dark olive green, that in the poor light appear almost black. A gas light mimicking the shape of a small chandelier hangs from the ceiling, but its amber light is dull, pulling everything into a subtunical yellow. A golden umbrella stand sits in the corner, next to a full shoe rack, which is below coat hangers heaving underneath the weight of heavy coats that from style alone belong to owners far out of town. Hung intermittently on the dark walls are a number of paintings, with simple wooden frames spray painted golden to give the illusion of more wealth and class than there actually is. Most depict quaint sea scenes, boats resting languidly in an overflowing dock, foamy waves crashing against a cliffedge, a large ship with proud masts riding the hills and tides of an angry sea, but others are less nautical, more familiar.

Tagging @albatris, @moonandris, @chauceryfairytales, @leahnardo-da-veggie, @xenascribbles, @charitet and @bebewrites! And of course, anyone else who is so inclined!

Taglist under the cut.

Many thanks for the tag @ashfordlabs! I was tagged some time ago but I'm only just getting to it. Here is a paragraph from a Diomede chapter.

Dawn is beginning to creep, but the gentle grey-blue that turns lilac as the sun begins it’s lonely ascent into the sky offers no sanctuary, nor safety. He can hear them, a mournful wail splitting intermittently through the silence of the breaking dawn. Do they mourn their dead, or do they mourn their empty stomachs?

I'm tagging @thrakaboom, @ladvofthelake, @theophagian, @noblebs and @themboty, and of course anyone else who wishes to participate!

Taglist under the cut.

Thank you @chauceryfairytales! This is more like a last paragraph, and really I was just touching it up from my writing session Monday (didn't get much done, I'm afraid), but here we are!

He turns back to look at what lays behind. He can still see the car, flaming beyond. He has walked a few hundred meters, but it certainly is comfortably reachable. He could go back. But should he? Extend the time it would take to try and find civilisation, to find a safe place to find food, someone to tend to the stranger’s injuries. It would be risky, and for what? The case of a rich man, from far out of town who’d almost killed both himself and V in his recklessness? “I must…” the man mumbles, but he does not manage any other words before his grasp on consciousness slips and his head flops back against his arm. V thinks in solitude, then turns back the way they'd came, towards the heap of warped, mishappen metal that burns so hot it glows a pulsating orange, like the sunrise he’d witnessed only hours ago.

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Was rotating this moment in my head so wanted to share! I've been enjoying making Hendrix feel more nonhuman / otherworldly in these moments, and it's also fun to write from Diomede's perspective, who is convinced he is the most Normal Man Alive.

Many thanks to @ashfordlabs for tagging me! The rule is simply to share 7 lines you have written :) here is an excerpt from The Pilgrimage of Imperator V!

As he walks, V becomes aware of a sound other than the crunch of his simple brown boots against dirt, the miscellaneous sounds of wildlife, wind shifting grass, birds calling onto one another, the tiny vibrations of insects; an intrusive, distant artificial rumbling of something. Like an engine. He turns, and looks back towards the source. It is hard to make out with the blinding sun that bleeds vibrant orange just like he’d predicted in his eyes, but after he holds his hand in front of him he can see, sure enough, a tiny four-wheeled vehicle hurtling along the rough road he walks on. It dives down the side of the hill he’d walked over not long ago, disappears at the mouth then reappears as it bumps up and down the hilly road. It’s a good sign. Clearly going somewhere, so there must be a house, or a village or maybe even a town not far off. He hasn’t seen a lot of cars in the often crowded layout of Bronze Eden, which built long before things like automobiles and engines were constructed, but he knows instinctively what a Bronze Eden design when he sees one.