WIP Wednesday <3
Feel free to tag me to your works, I am hungry for WIPs!
Only two days of work left until the end of my contract!! 🤩 Although I do have to find another job... But at least I finally get some vacation time!
... Which means I get to write more. Mayhaps even draw. 😗
I haven't gotten much written since last week, but here's a snippet (345 words) of In the Eye of the Storm.
CW: None
Talisse lay on her stomach beside him, half-covered by the blanket, her hair spilling around her shoulders. She had apparently returned to bed for the express purpose of reading. Her book was open beneath her hands. Of course it was that book. Ondolemar's expression flattened as he watched her for several moments, entirely absorbed in whatever dreadful passage had captured her attention. Her eyes moved steadily across the page, occasionally pausing as though something had particularly amused her. Then, slowly, he reached out, his palm settling against her back. Talisse stilled. He drew himself closer, his hand moving gently along her back before resting against her waist. She turned her head slightly, and he opened both eyes. "What time is it?" Talisse smiled and glanced toward the window, studying the angle of the morning light before looking down at the bed, apparently using both as reference points. "Not much yet, based on where the light is hitting." He followed her gaze toward the window. She was right. The sun had only just begun to creep across the room, its light still pale and low. It cast a warm stripe over the bed and caught against the edge of the dresser, leaving much of the room in soft shadow. His gaze dropped toward the book again. He gave it a look of profound disapproval, and his expression alone was enough to make Talisse laugh softly. The depiction of the Dominion within those pages had been so absurdly distorted that he wasn't entirely certain whether he ought to be offended, amused, or concerned that someone had actually managed to publish it. The Thalmor described therein bore only the vaguest resemblance to the organization he knew. It was trash. Talisse knew it perfectly well, and somehow that only made her enjoy it more. It was also precisely the sort of thing that could not legally circulate in Alinor. That did not make its kind any less popular, it did nothing to prevent people from wanting it. If anything, prohibition had always seemed to make certain things more attractive.
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