54. Favorite first line/opening you’ve written?
Oh... Hm. I’m actually not sure? I think I’m honestly a lot better at closing lines than opening ones?
The “one hand in snow drift, one hand in boiling kettle” one from chapter 18 was the opening for that chapter, until I realized I needed another few scenes before that, I like that one!
There’s one future Roadtrip chapter one which is a nice big red herring that I’m actually very fond of, but detailing it would spoil the herringness of it...
This one, from my original storyverse Pangaea, has some nice crunch to it, too;
”Let’s see just how long we can make you burn”, she had said, the last time he saw her, and the waking nightmares had kept him company in the dark ever since.
And there are a few nice openings from TPBoD, the Kingdom Hearts magnum opus I wrote with my (now) wife and another friend many years ago that I still like. The tone of this fic, despite generous amount of angst at times, was just so fun.
This certainly was a most unfortunate turn of events, Marluxia thoughtfully mused as he made his way through the forest.
Never in any possible scenario imagined during the development of his grand plan had he ever expected to find himself stranded in a gods-forsaken forest, a rainy, insect-infested gods-forsaken forest, thank you, along with his constantly squabbling former subordinates.
It had been supposed to be a point of no return. The final gamble. Death or victory; to majestically stand triumphant or go down in a blaze of glory.
Never had mosquitoes figured in his visions. He honestly felt quite cheated.
“ Vexen. Vexen. Wake up.”
He frowned in his sleep and rolled away from the hand on his shoulder. With a very muffled grumble he burrowed his face deeper into the blissfully comfortable pillow.
“ Go away, Marluxia. Let me sleep.”
There was a quiet chuckle.
“ I would, but you’ll miss breakfast. Everyone else has already gone downstairs.”
In the following three seconds Vexen realized three things.
The first was that he was in an unfamiliar bed in an unfamiliar room on an unfamiliar world, and that all of his past life was lost to him forever. This is not a comfortable first insight in the morning.
The second was that he was wearing next to nothing, and that during the night his blanket had migrated south to just barely cover what needed covering, leaving the greater part of him quite splendidly exposed for the world to see.
The third was that it was Marluxia standing next to his bed, shaking him.
Like hell.
There was an eternity of mad dashing through endless portals, countless worlds to throw off any potential pursuers. Daylight, midnights, a hundred places flashing by in a blur until time and space lost all meaning.
They finally stumbled out onto an uninhabited world and stopped, shaking and breathless, to listen to the silence.
“Did we lose him?” Vexen breathed, tense and trembling with adrenaline.
Marluxia remained silent a few moments longer, then slowly relaxed as the twilight forest remained still and peaceful.
“Yes. We’re safe here, for now.”
“Good,” Vexen nodded, and then promptly punched the Assassin hard in the face.
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