Hi!!!!! Ahem, announcement of sorts??
Due to the tumblr log-off this past week, I kinda didn’t do anything for weekly writes 😅 but! I did write a little bit for my chaptered-story-in-process, called “Flying Scared”. Chapter one, Wilted Flowers, is already available to read on ao3, but I’m going to wait until I have most of the story written to post it on tumblr, for consistency’s sake bc tbh reliable creative whimsy, who’s she?
Anyways!!!
To business!!!
To make up for the lack of a weekly write, here’s a small excerpt from chapter two, “Fallen Kingdoms.” Hopefully it’s not too disappointing but one scene only tells so much of a story 😂
Lol not a real excerpt I guess, bc yknow, singular vague scene, so sorry if I accidentally hyped it up only for you to be met with nothing 😂
Everything so far had gone perfectly - they’d found all the evidence they needed to start making important connections, to begin connecting all of the many dots. It was going perfectly, and then- and then they saw the catcher. In one night, just like that, the first crack in the plan was made.
Logan furrowed his brow. Beside him, Elliot had gone deathly pale, their fists clenched and shaking slightly.
“Elliot?” He asked, concerned.
Elliot didn’t respond. Logan walked closer, setting a comforting hand in the middle of their back.
“Elliot?” He said, questioning. “Easy now, yeah? Inhale, exhale.”
“H-he killed my best friend, Logan. I can’t- i can’t forgive that. I just can’t.” Elliot croaked, and when they turned to face Logan there were tears in their eyes.
“C’mon, Elliot, you need to calm down a little bit, what can one person do against-”
“Calm down?! I- Kai was the only thing keeping me together, and you just want me to- to walk away when his killer is right there in front of me?”
“Yes, Elliot, I do.” Logan said vehemently. “Because he. Will. Kill. You.”
Elliot glared at him. “Like he killed Kai?” They sniped.
Logan opened his mouth to reply, but before he could think, or even begin to react, Elliot shrugged off his hand and leapt off the roof.
