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Beneath the Waves
a continuation of the Hurricane x ARMV crossover Potions and Pirates, and a gift to my beloved @ashen-crest in return for her wonderful hurt-comfort
part 1, in which we answer the question of “what will Aella get up to with a potion of water breathing?”. part 2 coming tomorrow.
Word Count: 2697
TW/CW: drowning, claustrophobia, panic attack
Context: Ambrose and Eli washed up on the Hurricane, and as a thank you for saving them, Ambrose brewed a potion of water breathing and sent it to Aella, Tempest and Theo. The full thing can be found on my Wattpad, @/zcmitchell.
Breathing underwater was certainly a strange situation, but Aella could have lived in the feeling forever. She flipped over to look back up at the surface, already so far away, but not so far that she couldn’t see the sunlight on its surface. The water of Wavemeet’s bay was so clear. Clear and blue, just like Theo’s eyes.
She could picture them now, actually. He’d tried not to show it when she dived, but she’d seen the worry in them. The little furrow of his brow as he clung resolutely to the other end of the rope now tied around her ankle, ready to help pull her out at a moment’s notice despite his hatred of deep water. If she squinted really hard at the surface, she could maybe see the dark smudge that marked the jetty.
As much as she trusted him, she was also glad that he had his uncle and several of the Hurricane’s crew standing by to help as well. Not that she really needed help. The rope had been obtained at Tempest’s suggestion and Theo’s insistence, even though Aella had never needed to dive with a rope before, not in a clear deep area like this one. But Theo had asked her to take it, and she didn’t mind the slight extra tug on her ankle if it kept him from being too worried about her.
This potion had a time limit on it, she recalled. She should keep going.
She turned a slow flip backwards and kicked, forcing herself further down into the inky gloom below.
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Since the sun was directly overhead, it pierced far into the darkness beneath the water, but eventually even its last soft rays had to give way to the embrace of the cold depths. She pressed on, stroke after stroke, feeling the deep satisfying burn in her muscles as she propelled herself deeper and deeper, letting the abyss wrap around her like a dark cloak.
She liked it less when she couldn’t see.
For a split second, she could hear the sound of a cell door locking behind her… but no, she was just diving. This was safe darkness. The sea was safe, she reminded herself; it always had been, ever since she was a tiny child too young to walk.
Tempest, Aria, Marisa and Cai had held her while she learned to swim. Theo, Emmy and Victoire were holding onto her now, all of them ready to feel three tugs on the rope and pull her safely back to the surface.
She could leave now if she wanted to, but she didn’t want to. Not with so much left to explore. She was Aella Onyeisi, veteran of the Hurricane, and she had survived horrors far greater than this. She would not be turned back because she was scared of the dark.
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As she reached forward for another stroke, her fingers brushed something. She stopped mid-motion and extended her hand again. Whatever it was was smooth and cold, and strangely familiar. She kicked behind her so she could place her hand flat on the surface. Still oddly normal, but in the darkness it was difficult to tell what.
Wood. It was wood, worn smooth by time and water.
It felt like the wood of a ship.
She felt along the surface in front of her until she reached an edge, then pulled herself along it, hand over hand. Alright, so that felt like it could be a railing, which meant that either she was on the deck or hanging off the side — at least as far as that description applied when she seemed to be more or less horizontal. She pulled her feet forward until they also met the wreck, gauging angles as best she could in her head. Off the side it was. With a gentle push against the hull, she hoisted herself up level with the rail.
Was that light, or just her mind playing tricks on her? She screwed her eyes shut and waited a moment. Whatever it was she’d just seen was gone. When she opened her eyes again, it seemed to be back. Just a very faint glow somewhere in front of her, maybe one or two arm’s lengths away.
Another gentle push sent her flipping over the rail and downwards towards the deck. The glow brightened as she moved forwards. It seemed there was a hole in the deck, and the light was coming from within. She kicked out behind her, pushing herself towards the gap.
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The gap’s edges had once been jagged, but just like the rest of the ship, they had been rounded and smoothed by currents. She wrapped a hand around the edge and peered over. This gap seemed to lead into the ship’s hold, and that hold was covered in softly glowing algae.
In places, there were only small pinpricks of it, tiny blue stars in the dark. But one corner was completely covered, and it was that glow that had summoned her.
The algae didn’t hold her attention for long, however, because its light gleamed off metal in the furthest, deepest corner of the hold. She wriggled through the gap — a tight fit, even for her — and into the hold.
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Whatever had happened to the ship, the hole in the deck was the least of the damage. Support beams and all sorts of loose chunks of wood and metal stuck into the room at odd angles. It was hard to tell in the dim light, but off to one side, sticking up from the sea floor, was what might have been another ship’s ram. Two shipwrecks?
Keeping an eye out in front of her for further debris, and both hands, she swam deeper into the room, heading for the metallic glimmer ahead. What could it be? Weapons? Treasure? Some further indication of what had sunk this ship? She didn’t know, but she needed to find out.
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As she swam, she realised the algae wasn’t just blue. Patches were green and purple, and even one or two small specks of gold dappled the overlapping glows. On one wall, just at the edge of her peripheral vision, was something else gold. When she turned, it wasn’t algae, but a picture frame. Parts of it still shone, though parts were covered in algae or tarnish. She flipped over, avoiding a loosely floating crossbeam, and swam closer. The wall with the portrait was tilted such that it seemed more like a ceiling, so she floated underneath it on her back while she inspected it. It seemed to be some rich-looking white man, dressed like a merchant. Perhaps this wasn’t a hold. Maybe it was a cabin. Hard to know. She turned back over, surveying the dimly lit room. That could be a table in the far corner, a broken half-cabinet still attached to another wall.
Time limit, she reminded herself. Time limit. She abandoned the portrait and dove for the gleam in the bottom corner.
It was indeed metal that the algae had glinted off. A small chest, not much bigger than her two fists, the metal bands around it tarnished and aged, but not enough to dull their shine. And it didn’t seem to be locked. She drew her dagger and dug it under the latch.
The latch sprang open to reveal… treasure.
Pearl necklaces. Golden earrings. Shining jewels in every colour she could imagine and several she had never seen before. A golden ring set with an amber stone. Silver chains with delicate pendants attached. All of it reflecting the colours of the algae behind her, blue and green and purple and pink. All of it beautiful.
She was probably running out of time on her potion. She shut the chest and gathered it into her arms, and let herself sink down into the corner, ready to kick off upwards.
Was that a ram over there? Surely she could check quickly? She shifted direction, swimming in that direction instead.
It was a ship’s ram, forced through the hull but not fitting tightly. Of course. The ship had likely sunk thanks to taking on water, which was harder to do if the ram remained to plug the hole. She hadn’t expected to find a shipwreck here, let alone one that had lost a battle. Rams were a pirate tactic, and Theo said they hadn’t been seen in Wavemeet for a very long time.
TIME LIMIT. Perhaps she’d have to write to Ambrose to ask him for more of the potion. There were so many unanswered questions in her mind, answers to be found somewhere in this wreck. But she couldn’t stay to find them out, not without getting herself into significant trouble. Theo would be very worried about her if she pushed her limits on the potion. He’d be worried enough about her as it was. She should go.
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Finding her way back to the hole in the deck was fairly easy. Manoeuvring through while keeping her hold on the chest was harder, but she managed it without catching her clothes on the edges of the gap or dropping her loot. Now all that was left to do was swim back to the surface, and let herself be reeled up like a beautiful fish if the potion started to wear off. Easy. She kicked off the deck.
The rope around her ankle pulled her up short.
Shit.
She jerked her knee up to her chest to dislodge whatever it was caught on. Or rather, tried. The motion simply pulled her back down.
What could it be tangled up in? It could be anything. But she might have time to fix it. She took a deep breath in, then let it go, and dived back down.
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It seemed that in all her roaming of the room, the rope had gotten looped around some sort of metal apparatus on the wall. She braced her foot on the wall, tucked her jewel chest safely under her arm, and tugged.
Nothing. Her hands just slid on the wet rope.
She looped the rope around her hands and tried again. Still nothing. In frustration, she launched a kick at the wall. The shipwreck might be old, but it wasn’t that old. All she managed to do was send a jolt of pain through her heel. What could she do? She could cut the rope, but it was thick rope, and tying it securely back around her ankle underwater would be pretty difficult. She could hook the rope around something else and use that as leverage to pry the metal off the wall. That didn’t seem likely to work either. Shit.
She yanked on the rope a third time. The wall seemed to groan, a rough grating sound that echoed through the whole room. Something struck her shoulder and she bit back a yelp, letting go of the rope.
The whole shipwreck was shifting. She glanced down; what she could see of the ‘floor’ was starting to rock and slide to one side.
She had to get out.
How could she get out? Could she still get to the deck gap safely? She should have enough slack in her rope still, but… she glanced up towards the gap and nearly shrieked.
The shipwreck seemed to be falling towards her.
She couldn’t breathe.
Why couldn’t she breathe? The potion should still be in effect. Her hands flew to her throat, her heart beating erratically beneath her fingertips. The water pressed in around her, colder now, chilling her to the bone, the glow of the algae seeming to retreat to the corners of the room.
No. No no no NO. Why was the algae fading? Was she dying? Was she going to be stuck down here until her air ran out, with Theo and her friends unable to pull her up because the bloody rope was bloody stuck and—
She had to get out. She had to leave. She fumbled for the knife at her belt, her fingers slow and clumsy, barely able to feel anything. Knife. Knife. Where is it? Had she left it where the jewel chest had been?
Around her, wood creaked and cracked.
She still couldn’t breathe. She was running out of time. No time. No time.
There! Her numb fingers closed on the handle. She squeezed it tightly, so tightly her nails dug into her palm, though she barely felt it. Then she grabbed the rope and began to saw at it, still gasping for breath in the cold water. Come on, come on… the rope was thick, but not that thick. She could do this.
Deep breaths, she heard Theo say in her mind. With every scrap of reason she had left, she forced herself to listen. Deep breaths. One breath in as she drew the knife one way; one breath out with the next stroke. She could still breathe. The potion was still working. And slowly, slowly but surely, the rope fibres were splitting beneath her blade.
Don’t look at the ship. Don’t think about how to get out. Cut the rope. One task at a time. One task at a time. Just one. It will be okay. It has to be.
The rope snapped free so suddenly she could hardly believe it. In the same moment, the ship rocked beneath her again. A beam crashed hard into her back, sending pain firing like lightning through her chest.
Time to go.
She dodged another slowly falling piece of ship and dragged herself through the hole in the deck. Its edges caught on her shirt this time. She didn’t care. She barely noticed it past the throbbing in her back. She just had to leave.
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Swimming up was harder than swimming down. She was tired, she was scared, and she had to work harder to pull herself towards the surface.
One stroke at a time, she told herself. Theo would be waiting for her. She needed to get back to him. The only way to do that was to swim.
Something scaled brushed past her bare foot. She shuddered and kicked harder. As with any bay, there were stories of creatures in the water. Some good, some bad. Theo’s parents’ friend, Nell, swore she’d seen several nasty-looking sea serpents in the bay. On the other hand, Theo’s father had told a story of going swimming in the bay and almost drowning, but waking on the shore with a single shimmering scale on the sand beside him.
Neither story had been proven, but either could be true. The Hurricane had run afoul of a kraken far too recently for Aella to really doubt either story. Either way, she’d rather not take her chances with nasty sea serpents. She swam on.
She could see the surface of the water, the rays of the sun spilling down, not quite reaching all the way to her yet, but close. So close. The muscles in her arms and legs burned; she shifted her treasure from one arm to the other. Her chest was burning too. Breathing was difficult now. Was it the potion wearing off? Was she just tired? She had to keep going. The rope would do nothing for her now; in her haste to swim back up, she hadn’t thought to follow it. She had to keep swimming.
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The burning wasn’t going away. She was so close now, close enough to see the sun sparkling on tiny waves in the bay. Just as beautiful as before. No, even more beautiful, because it meant safety, and now she desperately needed that safety.
Something brushed her foot again. She ignored it, still striving for the surface.
As before, she breathed in and took in water, but this time it stung. This was wrong. This was bad. There was nothing in the water to help her anymore. She tried to breathe it out, but there was nowhere to send it. No. No no no.
The surface seemed to dim. She wanted to scream, but she had no air left to do it. She wanted to keep swimming, but she had no more strength for it. Nothing she could do but watch her vision fade to nothing.
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✦Wanderer's New Name✦
(SPOILER WARNING! - In 3.3, we will apparently have the option to rename Scaramouche. He can’t be named what he’s had before; ie Scaramouche, wanderer, balladeer, etc. I overthink names usually so I made a list. I got these all from various sights with minimal fact-checking, so if these aren’t right, correct me.)
✧Inazuma✧
Aoi: Blueish green
Arata: Fresh or new (Also, ARA, heh)
Asahi: Morning sun, rising sun
Asuka: Fly, bird, tomorrow
Fujin: God of Wind (He wishes)
Haruto: Soar or fly
Hayate: Sudden & powerful sound of the wind
Ichiro: One son
Itsuki: Independence
Kuragari: Darkness (Also sounds a bit like Kairagi, the enemy in Inazuma)
Mokusei: Moon, Jupiter
Osamu: Discipline, study, logic
Riku: "Wise sky"
Ronin: Drifter or Wanderer
Ruka: Bright blue flower, spiritual
Samuru: "His name is God"
Shion: Aster (Like the flower)
Shusuke: "One who learns to meditate"
Soma: "Sudden sound of the wind"
Takahashi: Bridge (Like bridging a gap)
Takehiko: Prince, bamboo, military, martial
Tsukiya: "One who resembles the white moon"
Tsukiyomi: God of the moon
Wakusei: Planet (He drops a fuckin' planet on us)
✧Celestia - Khaenri'ah✧
Aella: Storm wind, whirlwind
Alto: High (He flies and also that vocal range bro)
Amadeus; Lover of God (Irony)
Ambrose: Immortal
Aurelius: "The Golden One"
Brutus: Heavy, dull, a brute
Cassian/Cassius: Hollow (Does he have organs??)
Coretin: Hurricane
Lucian: Light
Lucifer: Light-bearer (Demon names count, yeah? Or is this an angel name?)
Notus: South wind
Selwyn: Manor friend
Silas: One who is prayed for, of the forest
Thelonius: Lord
Titus: Title of honor
Valerius: Strength, health
Vesper: Evening star
Vito: Alive, life
✧Sumeru✧
Aahad: Unity, oneness, harmony
Aalam: World, the universe
Ali: Elevated, prominent, superior (He probably thinks so)
Amir: A born prince
Atum: Completion, totality
Barak: Lightning
Baran: Thunderstorm
Buruj: A name for the signs of Zodiac
Cyril: Lord
Daboor: Soothing morning breeze
Daiam: Everlasting, permanent (ETERNITY)
Dajjal: To worship
Dansith: Full of wisdom
Dewen: He who brings water
Enlil: Wind
Mazin: Rain-bearing clouds
Osiris: Mighty eyes
Saladin: Righteousness of religion
Sokar: Adored one
Xerxes: Ruler over heros
#genshin scaramouche#genshin impact#genshin impact scaramouche#genshin wanderer#genshin kunikuzushi#genshin headcanons#scaranation
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SNOW / RAIN NAMES
aella, cloud, drop, edur, eira, elsa, fall, fog, frost, frostette, guinivere, hurricane, imber, nivia, pluvia, rain, rainette, snow, snowette, snowfall, storm, stormette, talia, tempest, winter, wintette, wren, yule, zephyr.
— requested by anonymous
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from @novel-emma
🥐Croissant: pass it forward. Describe a WIP from the writeblr community you love. What’s it about? Make us all want to read it!
🍞Bread: Tell me about a book idea that intimidates/scares you. What makes it more difficult than other WIPs? And what are you waiting for? (Yes, that was peer pressure ;) )
Thanks! :D
🥐Croissant: pass it forward. Describe a WIP from the writeblr community you love. What’s it about? Make us all want to read it!:
Hurricane by @akindofmagictoo. It has pirates! And I love Aella and Theo :D
🍞Bread: Tell me about a book idea that intimidates/scares you. What makes it more difficult than other WIPs? And what are you waiting for? (Yes, that was peer pressure ;) ):
The Dickens-inspired WIP I mentioned a while ago. Here's the current plot summary/outline:
A teacher finds a corpse in his car. Two of his friends help him dispose of it. But someone saw them and is blackmailing them.
An author moves to a new town to research her latest book. Her sister comes to visit, then mysteriously disappears.
A literary agent has to cope with single fatherhood, an author who won’t finish her latest book, and an unwelcome visitor.
An elderly woman invites her son to dinner then reveals she’s leaving all her money to a half-sister he never knew existed.
All of these things are connected.
It shouldn't actually intimidate me as much as it does because I've written WIPs with lots of characters and murder mystery WIPs before. I've just never deliberately created so many seemingly-unrelated characters then tried to connect their stories before.
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Weather names
requested by anon!
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Anil
Aurora
Autumn
Anemone
Anemo
Aureole
Aella
Aello
Azure
Aria
Bolt
Breeze
Blizzard
Cloud
Cyclone
Drought
Flurry
Fog
Foggy
Flood
Gale
Gust
Hurricane
Hail
Lightning
Misty
Mistral
Nephele
Raiden
Rain / Raine / Rayne / Rainn
Rainey / Rainy / Rainie
Rainbow
Sky / Skye
Skyler / Skylar
Storm
Stormy / Stormie
Sunny
Snow
Snowy / Snowie
Talia
Tempest
Tornado
Thor
Thora
Thunder
Wendy / Wendi / Wendie
Windy / Windi
Wyndham
Zephyr
Zephyrine
Zeus
#admin toad#weather names#weather#read dni#read my dni#name blog#name ideas#name lists#name suggestions#name request#name inspiration#gender neutral names#baby names#anon request#request#requests open#ask response#requests are open#open requests#read byf#name#names#name association#names list#greek inspired names#name inspo#anonymous
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Could we ask to get dark weather names/pronouns? Please and thank you (in advance).
no problem!!
pronouns
clo/cloud/clouds/cloudself
cloud/cloud/clouds/cloudself
wind/wind/winds/windself
storm/storm/storms/stormself
stormy/stormy/stormys/stormyself
dark/dark/darks/darkself
cold/cold/colds/coldself
freeze/freeze/freezes/freeseself
snow/snow/snows/snowself
snow/snowflake/snowflakes/snowflakeself
snowflake/snowflake/snowflakes/snowflakeself
rain/rain/rains/rainself
drop/drop/drops/dropself
lightning/lightning/lightnings/lightningself
bolt/bolt/bolts/boltself
thun/thunder/thunders/thunderself
thunder/thunder/thunders/thunderself
⛈️/⛈️/⛈️s/⛈️self
🌩️/🌩️/🌩️s/🌩️self
⚡/⚡/⚡s/⚡self
🌧️/🌧️/🌧️s/🌧️self
🌨️/🌨️/🌨️s/🌨️self
names
Adad
Boran
Neil
Stormy
Sky
Aurora
Alya
Breeze
Frost
Frosty
Iris
Talia
Alizee
Aella
Audra
Era
Hurricane
Wind
Ermir
Zephyr
Zeus
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MEET MY WIP!
Title: Hurricane
Status: currently editing draft 3 (~105,000 words so far, 43 chapters)
Genre: historical (low) fantasy, adventure, romantic subplot
Synopsis:
Aella Onyeisi has been first mate of the Hurricane since she was fourteen, an all-female pirate crew out to take the world by storm.
Picking up a male passenger wasn’t an adventure she saw coming, but she won’t regret it.
Theodore Grey has read every book about pirates he can get his hands on. As he searches for a magical plant to save his hometown from starvation, meeting a pirate crew was the last thing he expected.
Befriending the pirates was even less expected.
But a rival captain has his eye on the Hurricane—one Aella knows all too well. To make matters worse, he wants her for his crew, whether she likes it or not.
Aella doesn’t want to be caught up in this fight, and it was never Theo’s to begin with. But there’s a twenty-year-old score to be settled, and the Hurricane girls (and Theo) won’t give up their ship without a fight.
How high a price is too high?
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POV: third person limited, multiple viewpoints
You’ll enjoy this if you love...
pirates and nautical shenanigans
powerful women of colour
adventure and high stakes
justice and revenge
fluffy healthy romance
found family!! (and women supporting women)
(cover edited by me, images from Unsplash)
please feel free to ask me questions about it I would love to answer them!!
#writing#my writing#writers of tumblr#pirate story#pirate fiction#adventure#low fantasy#historical fantasy#romance#fluffy romance#might post some more updates if people are interested#cat writes things
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from @akindofmagictoo
I have no idea if *i* even know what my OCs vibes are...
also I don’t have any WIPs in drafting stage but I can work on my outlines later this afternoon if I have to “write 300 words” lol.
so here we go
WIP title: Hurricane
characters:
Aella Onyeisi
Tempest Onyeisi
Theodore Grey
Anvindr Grimmur
thanks for sending this in @akindofmagictoo !
what i think of Hurricane
quiet footsteps surging upwards against the ship’s torment. you remember the bygone eras, the old and anarchic reasons how fleeting life is. but it is happiness, the love that left you crave for more.
Aella Onyeisi — ooh i love the name! so i’m sensing a bit adventurous and bold, but underneath all that, Aella harbors uncertainty towards the future and determined to set things right
Tempest Onyeisi — i see Tempest as a person with reason or someone with more than two braincells! hmm, also seems to be a kind, protective character, always treats other right by standing there, squinting eyes at someone she didn’t like, probably plotting
Theodore Grey — very quick witted + picturing him as a tall and stout person, great at dishing out his knowledge on astrology and maybe some cartography. 10/10 a fandom favorite
Anvindr Grimmur — something about the name, grimmur, makes me think of grimdark. so! very much into dark, cryptic things, like has all kinds of instruments and gadgets, prob is a pro at alchemy and only recites from poets and scholars
send me an oc and a wip and i’ll decide the vibes!
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Aella doesn’t want to be caught up in this fight, and it was never Theo’s to begin with. But there’s a twenty-year-old score to be settled, and the women of the Hurricane won’t just give up their ship without a fight.
a moodboard for @akindofmagictoo’s WIP Hurricane as part of my 300 follower celebration
okay but i fell in love with the premise of this wip
#follower celebration#gray's 300 follower celebration#follower milestone#300 followers#wip moodboard#not my wip#wip graphic#wip aesthetic#akindofmagictoo#pirate wip#pirate aesthetic#moodboard#writing#writeblr community#writers of tumblr
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https://akindofmagictoo.tumblr.com/post/626215884778766336/hurricane-character-introduction-aella
this is for Aella my sort of MC :)
- akindofmagictoo
[Send me a link to the introduction post of one of your original characters and I’ll rate them based on the vibes I get!]
@akindofmagictoo Here’s the vibes I get from a first impression! c;
ELEMENT: Electricity
PATTERN: One-colour
COLOUR: Warm amber or cold maroon
DRINK: Hard Liquor
PET: Insect/Arachnid (I feel like she would have an interest in spiders? ¯\_(ツ)_/¯)
TIME OF DAY: Mid-Morning
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Where the Heart Is
part 2 of my gift to @ashen-crest <3
sorry for the cliffhanger last time :) this is fluffier i promise
Word Count: 958
TW/CW: romance
Context: part 1 here
The rope shouldn’t still be taut. Theo had been keeping a very careful measure of the time, and Aella was about to run out. The rope should be slackening. Should have started slackening some time ago. He glanced over to Emmy. “Should we—?”
He watched Emmy do the mental calculations, saw her eyes go wide. She nodded. “Yes.”
She and Victoire refreshed their grip on the rope’s loose end; Theo settled his hands more firmly on it as well. Emmy counted down, and the three of them pulled.
The rope didn’t budge.
“Shit,” said Emmy through gritted teeth, straining harder. “What is she doing?”
“Is it—is it caught on something?” Victoire asked.
“Maybe.” Emmy growled, relaxed her grip for a moment, then hauled with renewed vigour.
Did that mean Aella was trapped down there? Theo’s stomach turned over. Panic gripped his chest. Trapped down there with no way to come up and very little time left on her potion… he should never have let her do this. It wasn’t his place to let her do anything, but when discussing the idea he’d done his very best to quell his fears and not stop her from something that so excited her. Maybe he should have tried harder to dissuade her.
It seemed he’d only just found her. He couldn’t lose her. Not like this. Not now. Not now. Hot tears stung his eyes.
“Wait—” said Victoire. “Look.”
Theo blinked hurriedly and turned to follow her pointing finger.
A flash of iridescent scales, just under the water’s surface. And beside it, a glimpse of yellow fabric. Aella.
The scaled creature arced over the jetty, but Theo could barely spare it a glance, because as it did so, a waterlogged Aella crumpled onto the boards beside him, and he could have sobbed in relief.
Was she breathing? He scrambled to her side, one hand reaching gently for her shoulder, the other going instinctually to her throat to find her pulse. Please…
She coughed, seawater spewing from her mouth. Theo breathed a sigh of relief; though there wasn’t much he could do, he held onto her shoulder until her coughing had stopped.
Aella rolled onto her back, her gaze unfocused and searching in front of her. Then her eyes met his and she grinned. “Hello, handsome.”
As the tears welled in his eyes again, all he could think of to say was, “Hello.”
~
Once he was sure Aella was sleeping soundly, and that his father would be watching over her, Theo went for a walk to try and settle his nerves.
This had been a terrible idea. He’d known that. Whatever had gone wrong for Aella down there, it was just one of many possibilities. So many ways she might not have come back. If only he could have convinced her out of it. He’d been so scared. Every time the rope had so much as twitched, he’d felt his heart in his throat, his breathing choked for a moment.
The worry was his problem, but he wished she’d stop scaring him like this.
Did he?
He thought of the delight on her face when she’d discussed her plan with him and Tempest, the utter excitement at the idea of what she might discover. He thought of her gleeful laughter as the potion’s effect took hold, the joy in her eyes when she broke the surface after her first brief test of it. She loved this. She loved the adventure and the risk. If she were to stop doing these things, she wouldn’t be happy. And she wouldn’t be her. She wouldn’t be the girl he loved.
No, he couldn’t really see any other version of his future. If the occasional worry for her was the price he had to pay to be hers, he would pay it. He couldn’t imagine anything else.
His walk had taken him back to the dock without realising it. In the darkness, the water was barely visible but for the occasional glint of moonlight on the crest of a wave. The sea might not be the place he belonged, but he could see why Aella looked at it with such love. He understood it, because it was the way she looked at him too, and he at her. A thing could be dangerous, but no less beautiful for it. Perhaps more beautiful for its danger; the water’s depth was what gave it its amazing blue colour in the daytime. And try as he might, he only loved Aella more when she got into scrapes like this.
His foot nudged something. He crouched down. The moon’s glow faintly illuminated a small box reinforced with metal.
Aella had been carrying it, he vaguely recalled.
It looked like a chest of some sort; too curious to resist, he nudged the latch gently open. The box was filled to the brim with jewellery, gleaming in all colours. Of course Aella had found treasure. She was, after all, a pirate, and a lover of shiny things.
His attention was drawn to one particular piece on the top. A gold ring with a beautiful orange stone set in it. Perhaps a citrine or topaz.
It reminded him of Aella, and he couldn’t help but smile. He ought to make sure her spoils made their way back to her. She would want to appreciate them properly, that was for sure, even if she was unlikely to wear most of them; she had complained on many occasions about lost necklaces, so the pearl necklace he could see in the corner might be something she preferred to look at than wear. Regardless, though, she’d want to have her loot back in her possession as soon as possible.
Well, except the ring. That one he pocketed.
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@survivaltalent
April Miller.
A hurricane of light, life. An explosion of energy, excitement. A downpour of feeling and ferocity.
So human. So unlike anything she could, or would ever be.
She lived in the name of love – in the passion, the dedication to it.
Aella could hardly bring herself to portray a moment of emotion in her deepest pain.
As always, her words were sifted through, chosen carefully, before they were released – gentle, grateful – fondly.
“Everything I am not.”
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BOOK BLITZ| EYE OF THE HURRICANE
BOOK BLITZ| EYE OF THE HURRICANE
Eye of the Hurricane
Ophelia Bell
((A Fate’s Fools Novella: Breath of Air Collection) )
Publication date: April 30th 2019
Genres: Adult, Paranormal, Romance
My name is Aella, and Fate wants me dead.
According to entertainment news, I’m the Angel of the Las Vegas Strip, the most sold-out singer at the Pandemonium Casino. According to the higher races—who I didn’t even know existed up…
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Eye of the Hurricane by Ophelia Bell
Eye of the Hurricane by Ophelia Bell
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Eye of the Hurricane
Ophelia Bell
((A Fate’s Fools Novella: Breath of Air Collection) )
Publication date: April 30th 2019
Genres: Adult, Paranormal, Romance
My name is Aella, and Fate wants me dead.
According to entertainment news, I’m the Angel of the Las Vegas Strip, the most sold-out singer at the Pandemonium Casino. According to the higher races—who I didn’t even know existed up till…
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last line tag!
thank you so much @writingbyjillian for the tag!!
this is from my WIP Hurricane, see this post for more information about it :D
(the short summary of it is “pirates and feminism”)
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Theo looked up too. The sky was no smaller, the stars no dimmer. It was still so easy to feel small, but it did seem a bit less lonely now, having Aella curled up beside him. He could just feel her earrings through his coat where her ear rested against his shoulder, but it didn’t seem at all uncomfortable for her.
“I might just stay a few more minutes,” she said, and yawned.
That set him off too, and he let out a large yawn. “A few more minutes,” he agreed.
When Theo woke next, Aella was still sleeping on his shoulder, and it was still dark, but the moon had made its way to the other side of the sky. It was probably almost morning. So much for just a few more minutes. But he wasn’t complaining.
~
happily this last scene I wrote was a nice fluffy one :))
unfortunately I don’t have many writer friends to tag for this, but if you see this and want to do it please do!
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Blitz: Eye of the Hurricane by Ophelia Bell
Blitz: Eye of the Hurricane by Ophelia Bell
Eye of the Hurricane
Ophelia Bell
((A Fate’s Fools Novella: Breath of Air Collection) )
Publication date: April 30th 2019
Genres: Adult, Paranormal, Romance
My name is Aella, and Fate wants me dead.
According to entertainment news, I’m the Angel of the Las Vegas Strip, the most sold-out singer at the Pandemonium Casino. According to the higher races—who I didn’t even know existed up till…
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