Six sentence WIP to announce that I decided to indulge myself with the most self-serving OC that I ever did, cause why the fluff not. :D
Gadriel was observing her, trying to find the source of his unease but nothing seemed to substantiate the weird tingles he had been sensing. They resembled a pre-battle agitation mixed with anticipation he still experienced sometimes, but no fighting was coming tonight, at least as per plan. She finished her speech and gave way to the Master of Ceremonies, while slowly gliding over the crowd with her eyes.
Suddenly she looked directly at him, for a brief moment, only fraction of a second longer than she did with anyone else, and Gadriel felt as if the atmospheric pressure suddenly dropped a few units, because her gaze gut-punched him like a sharp, strong gust of cold wind, intended to push away, knock off the feet, yet he persisted, unfazed, staring back in an attempt to decipher what was going on. Unsuccessfully, she continued her survey like nothing happened and he found himself getting more and more annoyed. What, in the Emperor’s name, befell on him?
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Rules: Tagger gives a word, then for each letter of that word you share an excerpt from your WIPs that starts with that letter.
Crawled out of my pit to post some tagged posts cause it's been too long, I apologise.
I was tagged by the lovely @vitanithepure (muah back at you;) with the word TIME.
I decided to go for 4 different fandoms. Here you'll find Kuroko no Basuke, Destiny (the game), Space Marine 2 and Cyberpunk 2077 ;)
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"Time does kinda dull it out." V let the smoke slowly escape her mouth, faintly hoping it would dissipate together with some heaviness in her chest. "Kinda like when you replace flesh with chrome... Aches when the weather’s shit." She suddenly became completely still for a few seconds, and then smashed the cigarette's butt in the ash tray, while glancing at him. "So, if I would ever have a band, I'd name it 'Amputated feelings'."
"I dig it,” Dino nodded, finishing up his drink, "catchy."
The smile she gave him barely reached one corner of her lips. Vents inducted the smoke, yet it brought no relief.
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“I think their main target thus far was Takao.”
“Eh?” Point guard turned to her.
“You sure?” Kawabe inquired, seeing first year being mostly unharmed, and surprised.
“Sort of.” Reina stated, then sighed, turning to Kazunari. “They can’t seem to match but each time they close up, you dodge or move away.”
Takao’s face went still in surprise for a second, and then slowly shifted into a sly smile that did not reach his eyes at all. He was looking at her dead serious. This transition was almost paralyzing, only years of training on how to keep breathing and stress under control did not gave up Reina’s discomposure.
“Someone’s been very attentive.”
‘Is he teasing?’ Reina arched an eyebrow back at him. “That’s why I’m here, Takao, to pay attention. Keep up.” Her tone was as calm as it could be, but she couldn't shake the way he was austerely peering at her.
“I’m trying, I just didn’t expect you to be this good.” He relaxed and was now back to usual smiley self.
“Do you want a sub?” Mika interrupted them.
“Nah, it’s fine.” Takao again wiped the sweat from the face. “I have no intention of letting them catch up.” He then looked up at Mika, with a sneer that promised the opposing team a couple levels of hell. Manager smirked back. Omi was very thankful he didn’t look at her like that. What the fuck? Who’s this Takao? This smug, self-assured, thoughtful, menacing, and skilled guy was the same lively and goofy fella that seem to be joking even in his sleep?
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Maye paused, having another mouthful of brew. Silence between her words was becoming less and less comfortable, filling the room with angst, that was almost vibrating in the air like some annoying noiseless mosquito squeak, scratching the nerves.
"You could feel she was someplace dark, but it really did last a moment. I tried reaching out, but signals went to some pitch-black vortex, only pulling into itself. And then she came back to senses." Voxx added remorsefully.
"I'm sure you did what you could." Suzume tried to comfort him, placing herself near the concerned Ghost.
"We're here to help not judge." Shiro added.
"And then it showed...", Maye voiced slightly trembled, but she continued, "it showed me something that I wish I never saw, never heard, never witnessed, cause it's been haunting me ever since."
The Nightstalker tried to calm her shakiness, pressing hands to the cup as if it was her last anchor to reality. The cliffhanger raised the tension in the room as the pulled strings.
"What? Some horrible end-of-the-world scenario?" Suzume couldn't wait any longer.
"I wish..." Maye chuckled with only bitterness in her voice.
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"Elion!"
His tone from somewhere around the entrance gallery instantly stood out in residence’s celebratory rumble, as if slicing her hearing to draw focus on him only, nearly making The Keeper wince. She slowly stepped in the arch overlooking the hallway, watching the Space Marine, still processing her own response. Blooming was said to be a gift of the highest clarity, yet she felt her mind was clouded as never before, causing her to react in strange ways.
‘Does he feel the same? Can he even feel? An Astartes, of all people…’ She sighed. Before she could move back to the stairs, he turned to her, observing, and Moraena’s confusion bounced back to her through his heavy stare under the knitted brows.
Gadriel went to catch on with his brother but as soon as he entered the residence he felt it again. Small cold shivers on the back of his head, as if sprinkled with tiny droplets of ice, he turned to the archway that led to the main stairs, and saw her looking at him, with the same expectant firm gaze as before. He still sensed no malice or danger from her, nor did he owe her anything but the intensity of Keeper’s eyes made him feel as if she awaited something from him.
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No pressure tag for @theclockwitch @evelhak @choccy-zefirka @bnbc @vespersposts @cadencespark with the word ACHE (very relevant these days, lol)
Not a flower expert or lover but I tried my best ;)
Moraena - Geum glaciale
Ice rose, one of the first flowers to bloom in the far north. Has some cute fluffy ‘coat’ :) Fitting cause of how fragile the flower looks despite its ability to thrive in the harsh nordic environment, which reflects Moraena relationship with frost and ice.
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Ranveig - Selenicereus
Moonlight cactus that blooms once, and only at night. Ranveig is all prickles, till maybe one day she will trust *someone* (cough-cough) enough to see her actual colors. ;)
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Not sure who already did this, but if you want to - @themagnificentmags @evelhak @fourraccoonsinacoat @avas-poltergeist @vspin @niuniente @theclockwitch
Someday I'll find out why I write the most during sickness, probably a fried brain wants some release :D
Just a proof that I am, in fact, still slowly writing these two.
Moraena’s stillness shatters instantly, and her gaze shoots him like a dart, short, precise, with a cold sharp tip, that makes his tingles run amok, and causes his breath to hitch slightly.
'She remembers', despite his efforts, a hint of smile traces his lips, and Gadriel's grateful he is still wearing a helmet.
Silence stretches for a few more seconds, the Keeper is still looking at him, or rather staring with the same pale eyes that demand attention. Not a single evidence of surprise runs across her face, as if she’s been expecting him, and is now offended that it took him so long to get here.
Her mind goes blank for a split second after hearing a voice she was so scared to lose to oblivion. Stupid, only now the old words of 'listening with your heart' align with reality. She will always recognize him, the heart will always recognize him, but...
'Now? Now you show up? Years later, when my world is being devoured alive, picked apart like an offal? Is this a providence? A fate's cruel joke? Or a sign of change at last?’
She swallows her questions and finds her voice, finally.
"Pardon me, have we met before?" Moraena knows the answer already but the pause was awkward enough, and needs to be left behind.
The Ultramarine takes his red helmet off with a faint hiss. "We have, my lady. But it's been a while." Sergeant nods to her.
The Keeper bows back, all formal and proper, trying to keep it together but Gadriel's tone, no longer distorted by the modulator, his stern face with the same piercing eyes ultimately break her inside, but it feels so… right? Like a blizzard, covering a barren frozen soil with a soft fuzzy blanket of snow. Moraena can feel every little snowflake, tied to her emotions, is flying free anew, sparkling again, glowing iridescent under his gaze, so she can see colors again, feel colors again. And all those disjointed parts of her soul, tied to him, untouched for all these years are being put back together like cracked ice chunks freezing to a single piece with fresh frost.
"I am pleased to see you alive, lord Gadriel."
The softness in her voice that wasn't there a minute before awashes him like a long forgotten memory of Talassar's oceans and he suddenly feels as if he belongs here, light years and warp storms away from Ultramar's realm. "Likewise", is the only word he musters, torn between being homesick over memories he barely recalls, and feeling at home in a place he's been to only once before.
They didn't use to play this at Upper City gatherings. Still, Vigor wanted to relax, fit in, and decides to play along without letting his formal tendencies stop him. ❝I would kill Mizora. In fact, I might even enjoy it...❞ he adds casually, content to ponder the thought a little longer. Vigor, driven by mercy in powerful spite of his past, was slowly learning that sometimes violence is the answer.
With the hardest part swiftly settled, Vigor makes his last two decisions with relative ease. ❝Sleep with Moraena. I might even enjoy it,❞ Vigor adds quickly with a nervous laugh, forcing some levity, but doing little to hide the bitter taste the joke left in his mouth. ❝And marry Rolan,❞ he says plainly, shrugging. ❝He cares for his siblings,❞ he adds with a smile.
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