WIP Wednesday
I'm gonna be on Pacific Time for the next couple of weeks, so after this one I'll be doing WIP Wednesday/Six Sentence Sunday on my Wednesday/Sunday for a bit. It's all terribly exciting and novel. So have a reasonably long snippet to celebrate (don't say I never do anything nice for y'all xoxo)
“That is quite enough.”
Silence falls immediately as Henry’s voice slices through the argument. The PPOs snap to attention, Cash raises an eyebrow, and Alex… Alex just stares. He’s suddenly, acutely aware that all the times they ever played with Henry’s royal authority—the kneeling, the deference, the calling him sir—it was just that: playing. It was nothing compared to the Prince Henry of Wales voice that now has grown adults, trained bodyguards, falling back in deference to a twenty-two year old giving them an order, just because said twenty-two year old was born into an institution with almost a millennium of history behind it.
“What do you all think is more likely?” Henry continues sharply. “That the notoriously media-savvy First Son, someone who is already being eviscerated in the media for an incident that he bears partial responsibility for at most, decided to take a swing at me knowing that we’d have to face the press the moment we walk out of here? Something to pass the time whilst we waited to find out whether our lives were in danger, perhaps? Or is it more likely that I fell awkwardly whilst being shoved rather unceremoniously into a cupboard?” He folds his arms, staring down each of the PPOs in turn in a way that leaves Alex vaguely impressed that they’re not wetting themselves. It doesn’t, however, escape his attention that Henry isn’t looking at him. “Frankly, I assumed employment by the Crown would require a higher level of aptitude. Was I wrong?”
Feeling absolutely greedy for snippets at the moment so tagging @cha-melodius @clottedcreamfudge @cricketnationrise @daisymae-12 @hgejfmw-hgejhsf @indomitable-love @inexplicablymine @lilythesilly @loveisembarrassingxx @maxbegone @myheartalivewrites @nontoxic-writes @orchidscript @rmd-writes @sherryvalli @smc-27 @stereopticons @tintagel-or-cockleshells @welcometololaland and, as always, anyone who wants to play!
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I'm so late to this party. No idea that Myers is a polyglot and did the Portuguese dub of Enid (since she can speak a bunch of other languages fluently). 💕✨
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Okay so like hyper fixation switch and shit and like this is off of my normal posting, but okay Wednesday right, god I love that show! And I was just thinking about it and the new Percy jackson show and I mean I just found it so funny because like Enid totally gives off like iris kid energy in my mind, that or hebe, but iris with all her rainbows and then Wednesday could totally be a hades kid but like imagine nyx kid Wednesday, so like rainbows and darkness and like damn what’s more queer then that! Lol I love it! But on a more serious note with it, I also love the idea of either her being a daughter of Hecate, but like it totally tracks, or a daughter of Melinoë (daughter of hades and goddess of like ghosts and nightmares and shit!) like that’s totally fits Wednesdays vibe!
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(Sorry I didn't see I was tagged in this till today because I was busy all day yesterday but better now then never.)
Thank you for the tag @nitewrighter
Rules: share the last line of whatever you were working on and tag as many people as there are words
(I think that's the rule? correct me if I'm wrong but please)
I'm not much of a writer, but this is my current work in progress:
"I lived B####"
@cyberbirb-arts @reaphantom @koiseas
And @ anyone else who want to participate!
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Gimme some setting swap!
you got it! in which Karyn and Death have a mostly mundane conversation about being hungry at 12AM.
A kitchen which, Karyn quickly realized, was devoid of things to eat. Aside from a tin of looseleaf chrysanthemum tea and a random assortment of dried spices, the kitchen was empty; with a small frown Karyn exited the kitchen once more and trundled down the hall toward where Death still reclined in the living room. She peeked her head around the corner with a raised eyebrow and spoke with faux levity. “Hey. Quick question.”
“Hm?”
“There’s like nothing to eat in this apartment?”
“No, there isn’t.” Death grimaced. “And as I had no intention of leaving you alone while also asleep to rectify the issue, it wasn’t possible to fix that before night fell. Tomorrow if it suits you then I can go out and see for such things.”
“I can come with you. My feet and legs are mostly fine, and I’ll be awake,” Karyn said dryly. “Anyway, we could just go now. Where are we, anyway? There’s got to be a convenience store or something open.”
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