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Last line tagged by the talented and lovely @dotr-rose-love 💕💕💕
Hi guys here’s my FFF (FlashFictionFriday) for today. If you want to read more about it, or join, go here!
It was so so fun!!
Theme: Fluff, soft romance, cutesie
Wordcount: 1100 (I'm over by 100 sry game)
OCs: Randome, don’t think too hard about it
Type: scene, you can read it blind!
Warns: cursing, but it’s just light and sweet
Pairing: gay, poly, girl/girl/girl
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“Oh, oh there she is! Look, are you looking, Ria??” Silver nudged Ria in the arm with her elbow.
“Hey! Fudge, man! You made me spill!” Ria growled and shook her hand. Her caramel-super-espresso-foam-bomb had wobbled over the rim.
“That spill cost me at least two bucks, you owe me two bucks.” The ear-piercing grind from coffee beans, drowned some of her words.
“Yeah, yeah,” Silver wafted her hand at the bitching, and kept her eyes on the girl in the white dress.
It was a dress draped in lace and lace and more lace, and it was almost as too-over-the-top too much, as Ria’s ‘coffee’ order.
“She’s so pretty…” Silver sighed and melted down into her arms that crossed on the slightly sticky counter.
“Everytime I see her, she’s wearing a new dress. She has to be making them herself. Like, where the fuck do you buy that, am I right??” Silver had seen the dress-girl, well, young woman, eight times now.
The first time was an accident. Silver had been standing in line at the coffee house, and then the peach frills and bows had caught her eye. It had made Silver do a double-take with the straw hanging out of her mouth. And now. The last seven times, had not been so accidental.
Staying by the window, same time, same place.
“You are being creepy. Like. Stalker-ish.”
“I’m in love.” She sighed again.
“With her wardrobe.”
“No. Like her soul, man. Her insides.”
“Getting creepier.”
Now Silver jerked to a sit on the stool.
“Fuck! I’m being serious, and you are being a cunt about it!”
The coffeehouse went quiet.
People were watching. Turning in their seats. Glancing up from their phones. They didn’t know that Silver’s cursing was as much a part of her, as that foofy white cloud of a hair.
Ria shot a Business-guy a tight smile, then ducked back to the window and Silver.
“Alright. Alright. Okay, I can see you like her. For real. But why haven’t you gone talked to her yet? Hm? I’m cool. I mean, it’s cool. You know that right?” Ria shrugged her shoulder and took Silver’s hand to give it a squeeze.
“I…” Silver frowned. “I know.”
“Then we should go talk to her? No?”
“I donno. You are making me nervous…”
“She’s waiting for the buss, Silver. It’s perfect. If you strike out, the conversation has an organic end when her buss comes. It perfect, really.” Ria gave her a crooked grin.
“Yes. Okay. You have a point. But I look like shit. Like, shit-shit… Fuck. Gimme your gloss.” Silver patted her skirt, then smoothed her black turtleneck over her chest, and fluffed up her hair. It didn’t need fluffing, but the way she did it, made Ria slow as she reached into her backpack.
“Hurry hurry.”
“Sure.” Ria shook her head and gave the tinted gloss over.
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“I’m not gonna kiss you if you smoke that.” Silver hissed as they got to the other side of the road.
“That’s fine. You can kiss Miss Frills. I’ll watch.” Ria said with her teeth in the filter and the lighter clicking.
“Fucking perv.” Silver hissed again, but she was blushing. Flustered and blushing. Not a combo Ria often saw in her girl, but it was her favorite.
“Mh. Just go, chicken.” Ria stopped and leaned her back on the buss stop sign.
Silver took a few paces.
But just then, a truck roared by. It almost hit the curb, it was that close.
The sudden gust made Silver’s skirt fly up, flashing her sheer dark pantyhose and her black underwear.
“FUCKING HELL!!” Silver screeched and frantically got the skirt down.
The girl dropped her jaw and the book she had had in her lap, at the same time.
“I mean, sorry.” Silver dove at the girl’s white shoes and picked up the book to hand back to her. “I mean, hi.” She corrected herself in a wince.
Ria had turned her head, but you could hear her quiet snicker.
The girl looked over at her, then down at Silver.
“... Hi?” British accent. She gently took the book.
“Oh, you’re reading Poe? That’s so cool.” Silver got up, but she was thrown off her game.
“Yes. Thanks.” The girl was sceptical.
“I never read him, but I totally know that cool people do. Oh, like at college, like, a lot of people do. For class. Or fun?!” She was sounding like a drowning person. Taking too fast and too squeaky.
The girl slowly packed her book away.
“M- my girlfriend reads Poe! Like, she’s a Horror Core, youknow! She’s a witch!”
Ria looked over, and raised a brow.
“A witch? Really?” The girl asked, her head tilting.
Ria blew out the smoke from the corner of her mouth.
“Yea.” Ria shot Silver a glance, not sure whether or not she should break into the conversation. Then pushed off the sign and stepped closer. “Silver is a witch too. We’re in the same coven”
“Coven? Are you then here to hex me?” The girl was almost smiling.
“A little.” Ria shrugged, and grinned.
“A lot. But I seem to have dropped my spells on the way over here.” Silver laughed. “I love your dresses. More than your dresses. I would really like to get your number? If- if that would be okay??”
The girl turned back to Silver.
“You don’t even know my name?”
“Fuck! Sorry! You’re right!”
“And you are involved with someone else?” She tipped her head to Ria.
“Ah, that’s, that’s kinda not an issue.” Silver scratched her neck. “For us. Anyway.”
“Hm.” The girl slipped on her purse, and got out of her seat. “I thought I was waiting for the buss, and then it turned out that I was being bewitched by lesbians. What a strange day.”
The buss appeared as if conjured, from around the corner. It exhaled in a long mechanical huff and opened its doors as it stopped.
“Yes! I’m sorry if I was forward. I’m not usually so so-”
“It’s quite alright. I understand.” The girl stepped up in the bus and fished out her travel card.
“I’m sorry if we scared you. No harm intended.” Ria called after her.
The girl twirled around in the door, white skirt soaring. Bows and ribbons bouncing.
“I don’t get scared that easily. I’m Horror Core too. And you may both call me Cordelia. See you around, witches.” The smile that was on Cordelia’s pretty lips was so sinister and dark, that it made Ria drop her cigarette in awe.
The doors slammed shut.
The bus drove on.
Silver and Ria stared after it.
“I’m in love…” Ria put her hand on her heart.
“Told ya.” Silver sighed.
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-Ciao-
Hey. I wrote something. Don’t worry too much about what it is, and who these guys are.
It’s mafia, it’s s/m-ish and it’s hot. (Warns: Oof.. Rough. As in. Rough. And EXPLICIT.. This is a red flag 18+)
Secret public naughtiness
Thanks! This is from the prompt session I hosted a few week ago, and I finally have something for you! Hope you’ll like it!
(Warns: hmm none? General gory imagery, but you know me by now. It’s def 18+ so … well.)
I was tagged by the bendy and cool @adie-dee and sweet and ever-welcoming @pens-swords-stuff !! Thanks guys!
Because I’m deep in edit/translate/pub polish/general stress hell I have not been writing anything new.
I’ve moved a few commas and changed a few words, only to change them back!
But I did type this random KxS scene yesterday, and last line was *drum roll*
In the light of today’s theme, naughty and random adult stuff, this couldn’t be anymore fitting.
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I tag: @oceanwriter @writingwordsanddrawingpictures @keiwriter @somethingwriterly @scottish-hellhound
Ps. I typed the rest of the scene and it’s pretty darn fluffy. Or, you know, as fluffy as Kiel and Shiroin goes.
Tell me if ya wanna read it.
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-ciao-
Yeah, so I’ve come to realize that I won’t be able to post any new text right now —mr T just got out of surgery yesterday and now I have three kiddies to feed and cuddle for the rest of the month!
But I felt like uploading SOMETHING and I got inspired by @bexminx and @pens-swords-stuff ‘s correspondence regarding curses and swearing in fantasy!!
I personally adore foul language, the nastier the better!
But it doesn’t always go well with my two MCs and their world, however, here’s a scene where they do swear and it’s (in my bias opinion) both entertaining and kinda hot.
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(Warns: mature language)
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THE SUN HAD FINALLY DECIDED to hold the sky for a moment in between the rains. Drops glimmered from the pines and ivy leaves as they rolled off and fell to the ground.
Our sword song chimed through the mountain’s bright green forest in tune with the birds.
Kiel was, as always, stronger than me. And though I knew that it was supposed to be like that because of his kinship, and my injury, I felt a pride-ridden loathing every time he defeated me in our duels.
His silver blade shone in a ray. I dodged and parried the blow with my katana. I was quick, but my bandaged arm was not moving exactly like I wanted it to.
I leaped back.
Kiel moved forward.
He met my blade again, hard, and I had to capture him in a grinding hold to stop the blow. I was trapped. If I rolled out to the side he could cut me, and if I stayed, he would exhaust me.
With my free hand I snatched my dagger at my belt.
It flew in like a dart, and sliced the back of Kiel’s sword-hand. He let the hold go but not his weapon, as he stood down. The match was over, and it had been a low blow from my side.
“Srch narah khuy. You draw blood in a sparring match?” Kiel snarled a little irritated. He licked the back of his hand where the cut sat. His Elsalvian was fierce and wonderfully unexpected.
I shrugged, smug from the dirty victory.
“I was tired of losing.” I sat the dagger back at my waist.
“What does ‘srch narah khuy’ mean?” I asked and rolled up the sleeve on my left arm to check I had not strained the wound. My ability to heal was still buried within, but the injury had become a pink scar bejeweled with black lines of thread.
It was almost impossible for me to remember how the serpent had sat like a throbbing splinter in the corner of my eye only months back. And though I needed to call it forth, both for the sake of killing Farrah and to possibly win the war, a tiny and more fragile part of me hoped that the curse had perhaps vanished entirely.
“It means ‘suck my cock’.” Kiel said smoothly and sheathed his silver.
I glanced over at him and smirked.
“Aha.” My own blade was laied to rest in its scabbard that stood by a mossy rock. “Srch narah khuy…” I repeated, recording the words in my Elsalvian dictionary I hoped to expand.
When I looked up Kiel was staring at me. He blinked and turned his head away.
I lifted a brow.
“You know, I wish you would curse more Master Kiel. It makes me remember that you are a urchin of the streets and not to be meddled with.”
Kiel breathed a nasty laugh.
“Says the one who pulls her dagger in a lesson.”
“Yes. But only because it was my turn to win.”
“You are a child Shiroin.” Kiel jumped up and sat on the slightly tall stone besides me. His long black-dressed limbs took up space without any consideration.
A bird made a sound that sounded like flute. I had never heard it before I had come to the cold continent, and now it seemed to be calling wherever we went in the lush woods.
“Stop saying that. It is disturbing when you are the one fucking me every night.” I pinched my wound then flexed my bicep. No blood. Good.
“And day.” He added.
“Yes. And day.” I shot him a crocked clever smile. Kiel reflected it.
“But you blush so timidly when I call you a little girl. You do realize that you are one?” He said, and I just now noticed he had not been wearing the mask. Kiel’s sharp teeth were adding to his charisma. I thought that I would kiss him once he had stopped being conceited.
“Srch narah khuy, Kiel.”
He laughed a loud crude laugh. Kiel’s white bangs fell in his face when he bowed over. For a whole minute I just looked at him.
“I did not know you could really laugh?” I said and a shocked smile took my face.
“If you would have been with me on the streets I would think us a good team.” He said when he had breathed the last of his amusement.
An image of us as scuffed and deadly assassins in the shadows presented itself. I knew I was greatly romanticizing it, but the image was of the free kind. A pleasant way of life in my mind. Then we could be together all the time. Living from day to day by our own rules.
“Maybe in a different lifetime.” I offered casually and massaged my arm.
Kiel shifted on the rock.
He grabbed my chin and drew me up to a sudden kiss. It lifted me all the way to my toes because he was sitting on the stone.
He let me go and I stood down again. Kiel did not say anything or indicated that he wanted more, instead he just leaned back and looked to the forest like the kiss had not happened.
“A little warning before you do that, is appreciated.” I wrung my mouth.
“It was an compulsion.” Kiel’s orange eyes fixed down at me.
“I am sure.” I said a little sarcastically and felt the wariness pulling at my eyes.
It had been a caring kiss, and whatever made my heart beat this hard was noticing that Kiel was sometimes slipping his way past my emotional defenses.
Whether or not it was his intention, I could not say for sure.
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Wip tag list:
@sundaynightnovels @kainablue @girlnovels @oceanwriter @bexminx @whymanwrites @writingwordsanddrawingpictures @fukusigma @i-rove-rock-n-roll @corishadowfang @adie-dee @vhum @lilithderayne @machimaquiaveli @keiwriter @thesleevia @vxkassiopeiaxv @marewriteblr @goodvibesalltheway @james-stark-the-writer @strawberryspaceship @somethingwriterly (and sorry for not adding a ‘read more’ thingy, but I’m on device and forgot the html.)
Thanks to the wonderful @trapped-inadystopianovel for making me share! This is a random scene from the still fragmented wip ‘The Liar Alliance’ my Book II in my Rise of the Blood Dawn trilogy!
And yea, you’re right okay? I am physically unable to ONLY post ONE line! Bear with me.
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With a soft hand I pushed the door open.
It revealed Deria sitting in the window where I had so often been. Just then, I recognizes myself in him, but he presented a more accessible version of me, that I did not like to be reminded not existed.
Deria had his eyes glued to the books pages and his thumb rested over his lips in concentration.
I drifted in and closed the door behind my back. Without a sound it shut.
His hair was tussled and in slight waves, carelessly swept out of his eyes so he could read. The shirt drooped off one of his narrow shoulders.
My bare feet whispered over the shadowed floorboards. Only a few candles flickered in the room, and he had an oil lamp in the windowsill to read by.
Deria turned the page and as his head twisted slightly with it, he noticed my presents.
In a slight jump he looked up.
Deria slapped a hand over his chest.
“Nine hells! You gave me a fright!” He breathed and then relaxed in his more usual charms.
“I was reading a ghost story!” He laughed and leaned back against the frame of the window.
“Why are you not sleeping? It’s late.” I asked. My face was numb.
Deria glided his gaze over me and met my eyes more intensely. He had not seen me untidy before, and I did not know or care what he made of it.
“Isn’t it obvious? I cannot.” He smiled in a shrug. “Why are you not sleeping?” He rebounded the question, and the gleam of something I knew from Kiel, flashed in his eye.
“Is it not obvious? I never do.” I answered darkly.
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I tag my content pals! Partly so you’ll se content and partly so you can gimme som’ of your wip lines ♥️♥️♥️
@sundaynightnovels @kainablue @girlnovels @oceanwriter @bexminx @whymanwrites @writingwordsanddrawingpictures @fukusigma @i-rove-rock-n-roll @corishadowfang @adie-dee @vhum @lilithderayne @machimaquiaveli @keiwriter @thesleevia @vxkassiopeiaxv @marewriteblr @goodvibesalltheway @james-stark-the-writer @strawberryspaceship
-ciao-
And I’m tagged! The neat and sweet @quiescentwriting ⭐️ their words were:
Uuuunfortunately I have like two of these words in my ‘Rise of the Blood Dawn series’ so I propose an adjustment of the challenge! I’ll write a lil cohesive text where I’ll use each word instead. I used to do this with my writer buddies at uni, and I honestly need the practice.
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The church bells rung, filling the air with its hollow iron voice. I walked down the cobblestone street, snow crunching under my soles, like broken creaking lyric to the bells’ rumbling music.
Creak, creak.
The snow had been falling for days. Unusual so early in the winter and really freaking annoying. I had never wished for a white nostalgic Christmas. Not even as a kid. And this global warming snow wasn’t cute. It was just melting and falling and melting again. Making gray car slush that bordered the roadside and lethal ice under the thin sheet of powder.
Creak creak.
I turned a corner. The city had been splashed white and the snow was hiding everything beneath it. As if a cold blanket could erase its signature trash and homeless people that littered the streets.
I stopped.
Through the black bares to the cemetery something had avoided the snow. Something had refused to be hidden.
A huge, see-through, blue boulder stood like a gravestone in the middle of the field of the dead. Seemingly crushing several gravestones. And on top of it sat a man in a Hawaii shirt. The short sleeves chocked me more than the glass-like boulder.
I hesitated before jumping the fence.
“Aren’t you a little cold?” I called as I crossed the graves.
“Aren’t ya a little nosey?” The guy called back and fished out a white pibe from his breast pocket. He was way too young to be sporting a pibe. At least unronically.
“Sure. But if you didn’t want to be bothered, maybe you shouldn’t sit on a freaking glass stone in a bright pink Hawaii shirt.”
“I won’t be here long.” The guy patted his pockets.
“Good. Someone might be ticked off that you’re smooching their granny.” One of the headstones has been reduced to crumbles under the boulder.
He looked down at me for the first time in our conversation.
“Got a light?”
I did. I got smokes too but I was saving them for later. I didn’t need to blacken my lungs just yet.
The guy stood, took a step over the edge and landed like a post right before me. Blue sparks shot up from his feet. Like electricity, or fireworks, but stronger, stranger. The Hawaii guy snatched the lighter from my hand. It matched his shirt perfectly.
“You’re not normal.” I was staring.
“Imma farie.” He muttered from the corner of his lip while he puffed on the pibe.
“Like. You’re gay?” I was still staring.
He stopped his puffing and took a deep drag. Then, he blew the smoke in my face. It was eye-wateringly sweet and it looked purple and glittery.
I coughed and wafted the cloud away.
“Not that bright, are ya girlie?” When he smiled he showed me his teeth. They were snow-white and fangy.
There was a long pause.
Now it was time for a smoke.
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And the end! I’m not tagging anyone because I didn’t stick to the rules. Heh. I’ll play in the next word search like a good girl! Promise.
Hope you liked my lil short story thingy.
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-ciao-
“Do not let me see you in my quarters uninvited again, little King. Or I will hurt you.” My lips were stiff over the words but the small smirk at the end did its job. Deria regarded me like a boy did a forbidden toy. If he liked being pushed. He would love being shoved.
“I will make you scream like a little girl.” I whispered with a nasty face before turning on my heel.
I did not look over my shoulder to see if my strike had hit home. Firstly, I did not doubt my aim, and secondly, it would have ruined my exit.
- Rise of the Blood Dawn, BOOK II
Me and trees. A thought, torn loose:
I can’t deny it. Even though I spend 90% of my life inside my apartment, writing about forests and mountains, I am hopelessly, helplessly, in love with nature.
I love ruins and castles too, walking around and pretending to own the place, but nature has a magic that overshadows the constructions of men.
It has an effortlessness about it. A wild glare. An undemanding and timeless beauty, and a non existing need to please. Nature isn’t pliant or comfortable, and yet it is entirely accessible -if you’re willing to go look for it.
I find myself dreaming of leaves. Of meadows and mounts and oceans. I find myself yearning for them, wanting to write them love letters, like I would to a faraway friend.
I cannot wait until I get to buy that house in the woods. One with trees and alps and lakes right outside my window, and I can’t wait until I can open the door and invite my friend in for breakfast.
