Not-A-WIP
Tagged by @serial-chillr​ and @kunstpause​ for Six Sentence Sunday (yesterday), which I did not manage to write, but here’s 10 sentences of something that just seemed to want to scratch itself out of my brain last night/this morning. We’re absolutely not calling this a WIP yet. Because starting another fic focused on another minor NPC would be silly of me, right? But it’s certainly taking on a life of its own in my brain at the moment.
"No!" She swiped a hand across his chest, chopping at his arm and knocking the blade out of his hand.
He looked shaken as the instrument rattled to the ground and the echoes ricocheted around the cave and then bounced further down the passage behind them. "But I thought…"
"If you cut into it now, from this angle...you'll just make a mess of it!"
“How else are we meant to harvest it?”
“Carefully…” she grinned. He couldn’t recall her ever grinning before. It was unsettling, to say the least. Especially in the glowing green of the ichor that was beginning to pool out of the wound on the creature’s neck as it gurgled and spumed.
