#tempestc

‘ Darya could see Laurel try and blend in the crowd but she didn’t seem like the kind of person would had ever succeeded in doing that. ’

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a tempest’s calling -  nightfall and almost kisses

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Darya started to protest again but as she twisted in Logan’s grip, he found himself staring right into Darya’s bleary eyes, which widened as she realized how close they were standing.

Logan’s skin suddenly flared up with an intense heat that seared through his bones and his chest was so tight it felt as if it was going to explode. Darya’s gaze flicked to Logan’s lips and her own parted, ever so slightly. It was a tormentous reminder of that fleeting moment when Logan had not known the dark secrets she harbored, and she was just a girl, who was kind and lovely and maybe even liked him.

And maybe he could have liked her back.  

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 describe the handwriting of some of your ocs and tag seven people ((thank you @liarede for the tag, i LOVED your answers))

logan: the most chaotic handwriting you’ve ever seen. his hands cannot catch up with his thoughts. he strings his words in one long, indecipherable scrawl. some might even joke that it looks like doctors’ handwriting on prescription notes but logan’s words are only reserved for hasty grocery lists and cheerful notes to darya. his last letters always have a little flourish in the end - like trailing off the tail of a ‘g’ or looping a ‘l’ like a ribbon

darya: her letters are small and round, in clear precise strokes that emphasizes every vowel and consonant. she can write in many languages but her handwriting is the same irregardless of the different symbols - all looking like someone had typed it out of a computer. it always takes her a while to finish writing whatever she is writing because she always scans through her letters meticulously to make sure all are tidy and near.

valentin: big, blocky letters, almost laughable because even his handwriting is as bulky as him. he’s the kind of person who writes out their signature letter by letter when asked to sign his name. it’s almost a wonder that no one has attempted to forge his signature (but that might be due to the fact that most people think he’s dead but im sure that’s irrelevant...) he can also do those bubble fonts for cards and signs very well.

laurel: the first language she learned to write in is mandarin so the english words she write out tend to mimic the way mandarin characters are structured. the letters are all evenly spaced out and will give you a migraine if you read it for too long because they mostly look like just one long word. also, she dots her i’s too aggressively - any paper she writes on WILL have at least one puncture hole.

bruce: he has handwriting that is meant for poetry. his letters are thin and slanting, one can easily imagine they come from an old diary of an author, penning stories about high adventures and torment, or whatever romantic image one could think of. his g’s and y’s are always too long - if he’s writing on line paper, their tails will cut through the letters beneath them. he has really bad spelling, so anything he writes will be riddled with misplaced vowels and extra ‘l’s.

no excuses writing game

POV: ((change of POV of this short excerpt))

Logan grabbed Darya’s wrist before she could dart away. “Darya,” Logan said firmly. She cursed softly but he held fast. “You’re dead on your feet. You have to go to sleep. I’ll be the lookout.”

The image of Logan trying to protect the both of them when he could barely grasp a gun in his hand made her want to laugh. She replaced it with an incredulous scoff instead. “You? Even sleep-deprived, I would stand a better chance against whatever men Prospero sends to get us.”

Logan made a sarcastic face, although he knew better than to defend his abilities.

“Well, it’s a good thing I know how to yell.” Logan’s fingers encircled Darya’s arm, sending surprised jolts of electricity through her skin. He didn’t seem to notice her staring. “If that don’t scare them off, it ought to wake you up.”

No, a voice in Darya yelled. She couldn’t trust him yet. Who’s to say that he wasn’t in his brother’s side all along? Who’s to say he wouldn’t stab her in her sleep, or smother her like she knew Bruce would the moment she let down her guard.

Darya started to twist in Logan’s grip, mumbling excuses and other reasoning but when her gaze flicked up, all words died on her lips.

Logan had never stood this close to her before. She could feel his heat rolling off his skin and feel his breath stir the air between them. Darya could see Logan’s eyes darkened as he realized their proximity too, but he made no motion to separate from her.

‘  Valentin’s the only person who’s been carted to different Tempest facilities and lived to tell the tale. ’

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no excuses writing game

LAST:

“Hey, remember the creepy abandoned warehouse and the church?” Logan said. “I choose the warehouse.”

Darya nudged her gun, as if to remind him that she was fully capable of shooting him if he annoyed her just enough. “What did I say about staying behind me?”

‘ She wasn’t taught much about compassion but she did learn the evilness of deception, especially when it was masked with false kindness. Darya lied all the time – about her identity, about her motives, about her thoughts – but she never pretended to be good. ‘