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First and Last Line Tag
Tagged by @catharticallysarcastic to share the first line and perhaps the last line of a chapter. Well... OK then.
The first (two) lines (the he in this case is Malia’s father):
Carali shot Malia a skeptical look. “He said what?”
Malia set down the tankard that she was drinking. “He said I should find someone to kiss me good and senseless for a while.”
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And the last (two) lines:
She rolled her eyes, heading for the door. “I’m good enough, Korizen.”
She heard him sigh. “So you are, Keenblade. So you are.”
Tagging @dragon-with-a-pen @kainablue @kirsten-is-writing @goblingraveyard and anyone else who wants to play this game.
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Happy Fab Friday
So this is from my Nanowrimo 2019 project and I love this bit. I love it because for I feel like I captured Malia's eomtions. She's in love with Jhalil, one of her best friends, but she has no idea to tell him because she can't lose him as a friend. Yet, she just heard him tell another friend that he's in love with her. It's long, but I'm proud of this and I hope you like it.
“Mal?”
“Do you mean it?” He didn’t answer. He just stared at her, that scared, hurt, wanting look on his face. She wasn’t supposed to know, but now she did. From his lips to her ears, she knew. “Do you mean it?” She stepped into the room. He still didn’t answer. Why wouldn’t he answer? Did he not mean it? Did he just say it to get Toliran to stop bothering him? Her chest tightened the longer he was silent. She was unsteady, unsure, but she had to know. She had to.
“Please,” she begged and hated it. Hated the tears that threatened her eyes, hated the suffocating pressure in her chest that made every breath a struggle, hated how she just kept moving closer to him and all he did was stand there. Still, like a statue, like he hadn’t said something that had shattered her world. “Do you mean it?” If she asked enough, would he answer?
He drew himself to his full height. “Would it matter if I did?”
“Yes,” she confessed.
“Oh.”
A single word and she was breaking. Didn’t he see that? He was supposed to know her. Couldn’t he see how she fell to pieces? She couldn’t breathe now, couldn’t stand, couldn’t do a single thing. She couldn’t even ask him again, terrified that he hadn’t meant it, hadn’t said to Toliran that he loved her, that she was nothing more to him than a friend. All she had was his stillness, his quiet. The damnable quiet that happened when he should say something that he didn’t want to, when he knew what he should do and could not do it because it would hurt the other. The damning silence that meant he did not really love her, that his words weren’t true.
She closed her eyes. Liquid heat fell onto her cheeks. Gods, she wanted to run, get away from him, from everyone, from everything. He didn’t love her. They were just words, designed to get Toliran away from him. They weren’t real. They weren’t and she was a fool for even thinking it. A sob threatened to escape her. She had to go now, now before he realized more than he did. Now. Run. It was the only way to collect herself, to rescue what she had left. Run. Far. Run. Away. Run.
She hadn’t even turned to the door before his hand captured hers. She stilled, as immobile as a statue at the touch. Slowly, his hand approached her cheek then rested on it. Carefully he turned her back towards him. His fingers caressed over her jaw as his thumb rested on her cheek. More tears dripped from her closed eyes. He sighed, a disappointing tone to it. He released her face, but didn’t let go of her hand. The loss destroyed her.
“Mal.” His voice was soft and echoed through every part of her. “Look at me.”
She dared to open her eyes, dared to look at his face, dared to love him. “Please,” she begged, hating how it sounded so weak, so whiny, so needy, but she had to know. She needed to know. “Let me go. I...” Words abandoned her. Whatever else she thought she could or would say was lost. Gone. She couldn’t, not if he didn’t. She knew that. “Let me go.” The betraying words tumbled from her, weak, needy, wrong. “Just please. My heart can’t.” Her voice caught on the sob. “Not if you don’t…” Another sob swallowed down. “I… Jhalil… please.” She stared at the ground. “Please.” The word was almost a sob.
His fingers rested under her chin. So tender it was torture. Didn’t he get it? Didn’t he understand? She could break, would break. Slowly, he lifted her face to his. She almost couldn’t look, terrified she’d find pity in his eyes or disgust or anything other than what she so desperately wanted and needed from him. His fingers moved, catching the traitor tears that would not stop. His expression softened. He sighed deeply even as he shook his head. He didn’t love her. Why would he, after all? He knew all her faults, all her pride, all her stubbornness, all her selfishness. Why would he love her? Why would she matter that much to him? He knew her too well to love her. She should have known. She shouldn’t have hoped.
Yet, he still held onto her, his hand still holding her cheek, his hand still in hers. Why? He shifted, bringing her closer to him. What was he doing? He didn’t love her. Why did he act like did? His eyes traveled over her face, lingering over her mouth as they did. Why? What was he doing? Didn’t he realize how this was just torture, pain so exquisite she’d beg for more if she could make her mouth work? Gods, did he really not see what he did to her? What she wanted?
Then it was there. That small smile. That small delighted smile that so rarely graced his face, but she’d seen it. The last time was when he was with Eden, a private moment she never should have seen. Yet, she had and now he directed that smile at her. That smile that tugged at his left side more than his right. The Smile. The one that meant he was in love and it was for her.
“You meant it.” The words fell out of her.
“Every last word of it.”
“Oh.”
It was wholly inadequate, useless, a completely stupid word. Yet, what else could she say? He loved her, was in love with her. Jhalil. He who know so much of the worst of her, he still loved her. The pain in her chest exploded away, replaced with a lightness that she could barely suppress. He loved her. Jhalil loved her. When did that happen and Gods, may it never end. She grinned, stupidly, happily.
“You love me,” she said. Her hand closed over his on her cheek.
“Gods save me, yes.”
She chuckled. “They better not.”
submitted by @drbibliophile
the EMOTIONS in this scene!! my heart is on fire!!! fantastic job!! keep up the LOVELY work!!
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Find the Word Tag
Tagged by @catharticallysarcastic Thanks for the tag!
I’ll hunt through The Hand of Flame aka my unfinished Nanowrimo 2019 project. Also Microsoft? Your Sticky Notes should be able to stay on top of all the other apps. That it doesn’t is Bad and Annoying.
Destroy
Tears threatened her eyes, but she was not going to cry. There was no way in the Nine Planes of Hell that she would cry. However, the past week’s work was gone, destroyed, and only because she made a mistake. Not any mistake, but at least two beginner ones, mistakes she shouldn’t have been making at her grade.
Pink
“You only say that because you have a thing for pointy ears.”
Carali’s face flushed a dusky pink. “No, I don’t.” Malia raised an eyebrow. “Well, not really, but Raphael is a handsome man. I mean, he’s got the red-gold hair and those green eyes and his hands. He’s got some really nice hands and we all know what you think about hands.”
Dance
He sidestepped away from her attack. He aimed for her again. He was taller, but she had the longer blade to keep him at bay. She also had more experience with a sword. If it came down to it, she would beat him. She just didn’t always need to remind him of it. Besides, they weren’t trying to hurt each other, just practice. She just wanted to be sure that what she’d done to his hilt hadn’t thrown him off. They had done this dance many times before. Yet, Malia sensed an edge to Jhalil’s attack. He seemed to be annoyed, angry almost.
Frozen
She snarled at her inner voice. It really could be a complete pain in the ass sometimes. Like now. She didn’t need that reminder. She had put up a good fight, but the fake Jhalil had used magic on her. She knew that spell that had frozen her the moment it had started. She had flashed backed to when she had experienced that spell before. A thra-keen’s bladed arm flashed in her mind. She closed her eyes tight and willed that memory away. She would not dwell on the memory. She absolutely would not. She needed to focus on escaping and getting away from the people around her.
No pressure tagging @azuwrites @dragon-with-a-pen @juls-writes @writing-is-a-martial-art @goblingraveyard and anyone else who wants to play.
My words are fire, forge, gold, and steel.
#find the word tag#writblr games#my writing#the hand of flame#malia and jhalil#best friends to lovers#there's also a quest#I found all the words in the single WIP#there's a first time for everything
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Find the Word
Tagged by @the-writers-bookshelf THANKS!
I think Nanowrimo 2019 has all these words.
Scream
He could hear the world around him quiet down. He knew there was shouting and yelling. However, he kept holding on, even as the man beat at his arm. He saw the man slice down at his arm with a dagger. Jhalil screamed at the new pain. At least he thought he screamed. He wasn’t sure, though. He just held on. His vision blurred. Suddenly the man no longer pulled at him. Jhalil fell onto his back and stared up at the sky. It was grey. He hadn’t realized that until now.
Fall
“No.” He shook his head. “Think I’d rather do this on my own. I’ve no desire to fall prey to your matchmaking skills.”
“They aren’t that bad.”
“They aren’t that good either.”
“How would you know?”
“I don’t need to. Just the thought of you and Carali trying to find me a match makes me worry.”
Fly
“Uhhhh… you’re having lessons there twice a week to be an acolyte or something. I know this, you know this, so don’t tell me you aren’t. You also have been the grumpier than a fly-bitten troll and more insufferable than an orc with a head cold. So for the love of all that is good and holy, Mal, tell me what is going on.”
Malia scowled and drank more ale. “You’re not going to believe me even if I did tell you.”
Breathed
Now, all he wanted was to stay exactly where he was. He closed his eyes and breathed deep into her hair. He could still smell it, the lavender that she sometimes used. Under all the smells of travel and horse and everything, he could still find that particular scent on her. It was hers. He’d know it anywhere.
My words are steel, fight, heal, fever
No pressure tagging @sophiaroe @juls-writes @diphthongsfordays @writing-is-a-martial-art and anyone else who would like to play along.
#find the word tag#writblr#my writing#Malia and Jhalil#One of these days I will call this The Hand of Flame#Yes it's the name of the McGuffin#I am not good a titles
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Sunday Romance 12-20-21
Prompt: We could be heroes
Word count: 476
Happy Solstice to those who celebrate. I cannot wait for more sunlight in my day. This short, less than 500 words. Hope y’all enjoy it.
Tagging @sunday-romance @viawrites-andacts
Malia scowled as she ducked back behind the wall. Jhalil glanced at her. “That good?”
She shot him an annoyed look before sighing. “Remind me again why we’re doing this?”
He grinned, that nearly too bright, nearly sarcastic grin he had when the situation was terrible but he didn’t want her to feel bad about it. The grin that said everything was hopeless except that he had hope in her. The grin that forgave her for whatever part she had played in getting them into this exact spot. The grin that reminded her he would have not chosen to be anywhere else except here with her. The grin that reassured her that he loved her and always will.
“So we could be heroes?”
She whacked his shoulder even as she fought to keep her smile from her face. Her smile of exasperation at his teasing even as it hoped he would never stop. Her smile of delight that he was here, on her left, as he had been and always would be. Her smile of want that declared to the world just how much she adored this one man and how she always would love him, even if she wanted to strangle him. Her Jhalil smile. There was no other.
He rubbed his shoulder, grinning still. “Just a thought.”
“Do I look like a hero?”
His grin shifted, this one now of pure adoration. “Absolutely.”
She shook her head. “If that’s true, then we’re truly doomed.”
“So you’ve said before and yet here we are.”
She snorted, a brief laugh because he could always make her laugh. Even staring death in the face, he could draw a chuckle from her. It was why she fell for him time and again. “One of these days, I’m going to be right.”
“And when you do, I’ll be there with you.”
“Promise?”
His hand cradled her cheek. “Promise.”
She melted. What else could she do? Her hand closed over his. She kissed him because she could and she needed it. Needed the taste of him on her lips before she drew her sword and stepped into the battle. Needed the scent of him in her nose as faced the enemy. Needed the feel of him against her, that weight so dear and heavy on her. The kiss ended slowly, neither eager to break yet knowing that they had to, that there was a foe to face and they needed to face it. Their foreheads and noses lingered against the other. She opened her eyes to find him gazing back at her. His adoration was her strength, his love her power. With them, she could do anything.
“Right.” She grinned, the smile that happened before battle, that told him all would be well in the world as long as they were together. “Then we best get to heroing.”
#sunday romance#sundaylove#my writing#malia and jhalil#Two idiots in love#About to take on more than they should
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Sunday Romance 01-31-21
Prompt: Holding on or Letting go
Word count: 1446
Tagging: @sunday-romance @viawrites-andacts @sophiaroe
I saw the prompt and decided that Malia and Jhalil would work the best. One possibility of how the quest ends.
“What?” Malia couldn’t believe what she just heard.
The light around them grew brighter, more white. She didn’t look, though. She just focused on Jhalil standing so close yet so far away from her. “It’s your choice, Malia.” Nalani’s voice was warm and soothing. Malia could hear the steel behind it, though. The magic user was nothing if not clear about her purpose. “Use the Hand and end the war, but lose Jhalil or do not use the Hand and the war will continue for another century or more.”
Malia’s chest collapsed into itself, making each breath a struggle. “No.”
“I am afraid those are the choices.”
She shook her head. “No. There has to be another way.”
“There is not.”
“There has to be.”
The light flared in black before settling back to white. “This is what Blessed Amari has decreed. Whoever holds the Hand must lose what is most dear. Think that arguing with her is wise?”
She didn’t look at Nalani. She couldn’t. She just kept her eyes on Jhalil, on the one who was her world, her heart, her soul, her everything. “Wisdom is not my strength.”
The elf snorted. “That would be truth.”
Malia ignored her. She moved towards him. She couldn’t believe that it had come to this, that to save the world she’d have to lose Jhalil. Why? Why was this choice she had to make? After everything she’d done to secure the Hand, why did she have to lose him? Why? Searing pain gripped her chest. Why did she have to make this sacrifice? She held out her hand to him. He took it, pulling her into a tight hug against him. One hand held her waist while the other cradled the back of her head. She buried her face into his shoulder. She held the Hand between them, the other held him as tight as she dared. Why did she have to lose him?
“Mal,” he started.
She shook her head. She knew what he was going to say and it was going to be very reasonable and logical and right and no. She couldn’t. She just couldn’t. She couldn’t make that choice. Tears flowed down her face. “No.”
“Let me go.”
“No.”
He sighed. “It will be all right.”
“No.”
“I know where I go.”
A sob closed her throat. She couldn’t do this. She shook her head harder. “I can’t,” she confessed. She looked at him, caught again by just how much she loved this one man.
His fingers traced along her cheek. “I’m not worth the world.”
“You are to me.”
He shook his head slightly before kissing her forehead. “I’m not worth all those lives.”
“It’s not fair,” she protested, hating the whine in her voice.
“Life isn’t fair.”
“No, but this?” She held his cheek with her free hand. “This is beyond bounds.”
“It’s one life for thousands, Mal. Seems like a fair enough trade to me.”
She almost argued with him. Almost. Then she remembered what Nalani had said, that whomever held the Hand would lose that which was most dear. She just stared at him, Nalani’s words repeating over and over inside her. One life for thousands. One life. The choice was clear. The only question was if he would ever forgive her for making it.
“Yes, I agree.”
Surprise crossed his face, but she stole it away with a kiss. She kissed him hard. If this was her last time to taste him, she would make the most of it. She may never get to again, in this life or in the hereafter. Fresh tears squeezed from her eyes. She loved him and he loved her back. It was what made this choice so terrible. However, it was clear. There was only one path forward. She really did hope that he would forgive her for making it.
She ended the kiss when she had the Hand in his hand. She lingered at his lips. Gods, the man could kiss. “Mal,” he started.
She shook her head before looking up at him. “Forgive me.”
Swiftly she pushed him down and away from her. As she did, she spoke the incantation. She kept her eyes on him. He frowned at the push, clearly confused. However, the confusion ended as he realized what he held in his hand. Her heart shattered, but she kept reciting the words. She couldn’t stop, though. No matter how much she hurt him, she couldn’t stop. He took a step towards her, but the words were almost done. She met his terrified gaze, the last words of the spell falling from her lips. For a heartbeat everything stilled. She couldn’t swallow for the pain in her chest.
“I love you,” she mouthed to him. Then everything exploded in silvery light and she felt nothing at all.
“Malia.” She frowned, curling away from the voice and the light. “Open your eyes.”
She shook her head. She didn’t want to... except she had died so why was she supposed to be opening her eyes and who was talking to her? The voice was familiar. She could trust the voice. Maybe? She opened her eyes to blinding gold light. She immediately closed her eyes.
“Open your eyes, Malia.”
She didn’t want to, but the commanding tone in that voice didn’t let her. She blinked her eyes open. The golden light faded to something more manageable. She couldn’t see much more than the light. However she seemed to be laying down. She scrambled to her feet and immediately shielded her eyes from the source of the light. Of course. Amari. Who else?
“Where am I?” she asked.
“Safe,” the goddess reassured. “Interesting choice, Malia.”
She shrugged. “It was the only one I could make, Blessed Amari.”
The goddess laughed. At least Malia hoped that noise was a laugh. “Yes, of course, but not everyone would make it. You, though, with your distinct lack of self-preservation, was certain to do so… once you realized you could.”
Malia frowned hard. “You knew I’d make that choice?”
“In a fashion. It’s why I chose you for this quest, Malia.”
“I don’t understand.”
“No, I suspect you don’t.” The light grew brighter again, forcing her to close her eyes. “Perhaps Solaria will be able to explain it to you.” Warmth enveloped her, soothing like a hug from her mother or her father. “You’ve done well, child. Time to go back. We’ll talk again another time.”
Lips kissed her forehead before she could ask what the goddess meant. There was a flash of gold light then noise and pain. Gods, her whole body hurt and who in nine planes of Hell was crying? She wasn’t crying. Someone else. She moaned, trying to move and open her eyes. She was on the ground, staring up at a rather grey sky.
“Mal?” Jhalil’s face came into view.
She shifted to study him. Tears were on his face. “Jhalil.” She smiled, reaching out to touch him.
“You’re alive?”
She frowned. “I think so. I…”
Her words were lost as he lifted her and crushed her to him. She held him just as tightly, still in shock she was alive. Her mouth found his in a kiss. It was needy, sloppy, hard, but good. So good. The kiss turned more refined, but still as full as need and want as before. She was alive and back with Jhalil. The kiss ended, evolving into a hug. She held him tight, determined not to lose him again.
“You’re crushing me,” he said into her ear.
“Too bad.”
“I’d like to breathe.”
“Picky, picky, picky.” She eased her hold on him but only so she could kiss him again.
“I thought I’d lost you.” His fingers trailed over face, though his other arm held her still.
“You did.”
Confusion pushed out his joy. “Then how are you here?”
She smirked. “Seems that my lack of self-preservation was a good thing.”
He shook his head even as he kissed her. “And you’re going to be insufferable about it, aren’t you?”
“Yes.”
He smiled, kissing her all the while. “If it means you live, so be it.” His amusement dropped, replaced by a pain she never wanted to see again. “Don’t you ever do that to me again.”
“You know I can’t promise you that.” She pressed her forehead to his. “But I will try. For you.”
“For me.” His hand cradled the back of her head. “For us.”
“For us.” She kissed him again. “It also means that you’re not getting rid of me. I’m holding onto you tight.”
He grinned, pure joy on his face. “Gods, I hope so, Mal. I truly do.”
#sundaylove#sundayromance#my writing#malia and jhalil#the unfinished nanowrimo2019 project#some day I may finish it
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Last Line Tag
Thanks to @hearteyeswrites for the tag. Trying to figure out what it means that I’ve spent the past 10 minutes figuring out what to put here. Probably means I should be doing more writing.
She grinned. “Aye, fool. Of course.” She kissed him, long, slow sweet. “I love you, Jhalil, every darling, delicious, devious, and dazzling part of you.”
He smiled, that smile that said he loved her and only her. “As I love you.” He kissed her. “Even when you’re being a stubborn pain in my ass.”
She smirked. “You just love me more when I am.”
He laughed. “Gods, I do.” His voice softened. “I do.” His fingers traced over her face. “Hopelessly so.”
“Hopeless?”
His mouth found hers in another kiss. “Hopeful.”
“Hopeful.” She looked at him, her eyes meeting his. “I like that better.”
No pressure tagging @raevenlywrites @pheita @booksrockmyface @joyful-soul-collector @jekkiefan @flashflyingfish @gwens-fiction If you want to participate, great. Please tag me. If not, no worries.
#last line game#My writing#malia and jhalil#I probably should be writing#Instead I'm contemplating a rage walk or making key lime pie
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Sunday Romance 11-29-20
Sunday Romance 11-29-20
Prompt: Your pain is my pain
Word Count: 596
Tagging: @sunday-romance @viawrites-andacts
This is just some fluff for a Sunday evening.
Jhalil ripped the length of bandage in two. It was better than ripping Malia’s head off. He’d considered that option more than once in the past hour. He slapped the healing salve on the wound and a bandage square before he started to wrap it. He resolutely kept from looking at her. If he did, he might kill her. Given all he went through to save her, it seemed like a waste. However, he was angry. Deep-boned, raw-edged, burn down the whole world angry.
“Jhalil,” Malia started. He tied the bandage tight over her arm, causing her to wince. “Does it need to be so tight?”
“Yes.”
He turned to the larger wound on her back. He slapped more healing salve over his stitching. He had to refold the bandage to better cover it all. SHe moved to kneel before her. He started wrapping the bandage to hold it against her. She grunted as he pulled the bandage tight.
“Jhalil.” He didn’t answer him. He wasn’t sure he could trust himself to answer. “You’re angry with me.” He shot her a look that would melt adamantine. He focused on his bandaging instead. “I thought…”
“No, you didn’t,” he snapped. He tied the bandage down. Her hand reached out for him, but he flinched away. “Don’t.”
“Jhalil,” she started, but he silenced her with his glare.
He handed her back her shirt then moved to clean up his healing supplies. He kept his back to her, not daring to look at her. If he did, his anger might explode. Blistering boiling balls of a balrog, he might explode anyway. How could she? How?
“Jhalil.”
“How could you?” he snapped, whirling around to her. “I thought we were doing this together.”
“We are.”
“We can’t if you’re just going to abandon me and not tell me where you’re going.” He stormed over to her. “Together, Mal. You promised me together until the end. Whatever this quest demanded, you promised we’d do it together.” His voice caught. “You promised.”
“I know.” Her hand started for him, but he pulled away.
“Then why did you go, leave me?” he demanded, hating how needy his voice sounded. “Together, Mal. As one. Your trials are mine, your pain is mine. Together. You promised together.” His voice broke as tears spilled from his eyes. “You promised.”
She reached for him again. This time he didn’t pull away, defeated by the thought that she would leave him. “I did.” Her fingers caught the tears followed by her lips. “And if you are done yelling at me, perhaps I can tell you what actually happened.”
He frowned deeply. “What?”
She smiled at him, that smile that meant he somehow was wrong, but she adored him still. “Gods, I love you, Jhalil Korizen, even if you’re an idiot sometimes.”
“How am I an idiot?”
“I didn’t leave you. Nordin kidnapped me.”
His eyes widened in surprise. “What?”
“Nordin kidnapped me.” She spoke slowly. “He left that note in hopes you would be too mad or upset to come after me, that somehow you’d believe I’d leave you so. Thankfully for me, you would never let me get away without having the final say.” She kissed him lightly. “So, thank you.”
His frown stayed. “You didn’t leave me?”
She shook her head. “No.”
“Oh.” A growing sense of shame made his stomach rather uncomfortable. “Sorry.”
She grinned widely. “Forgiven, love.” She drew him into a long kiss. “Just so we’re clear, you are stuck with me, come what may.”
He drew her closer to him. “Promise?”
“Promise.”
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Find the Word Tag
Tagged by @raevenlywrites so I’ll choose from my Nanowrimo 2019 project:
Fresh
Dimly she realized he was humming. His hand brushed over her hair as he continued to rock her. Her sobs eased. It took her longer to realize what he hummed was an old Clan song, one her mother used to sing to her. It was an ancient lullaby, sung of thousands of parents to soothe children over millennia. The memory of her mother brought fresh tears, but not of pain. That was a happy memory. It calmed her, allowing her to collect herself. She was safe. She would be well. She would be quite well.
Wrap
[Eden] shook her head. “No, no, you haven’t. You say you don’t want to die. You do. You like to say it a lot, but really, Jhalil, you do want to die. You have for so long. I never understood, never could wrap my mind around why you’d rather die than live here with me, but you didn’t. You just didn’t. Every time you went on one of your foolish missions, you’d say that you would be safe, that you’d be all right, and then I’d hear later of how Mother Solaria or Sister Beatra or even Malia had to bring you back from near death. Do you know how hard that is on someone?”
He didn’t. “I’m sorry that I hurt you so.”
She nodded. “And you mean that too. You do, and you actually don’t want to die. I…” she stopped and just studied him. “I wasn’t enough.”
Burst
She turned to head out of the tower. She was close to the door before it burst open. “Malia!” Arelyn called. Eldara was on her shoulder. The dragon’s scales were a reddish purple.
“Here,” she answered. She caught the anger in Arelyn’s face. “What?”
“We need to leave. Now.” She headed back towards the cottage, moving fast.
“Why?” Malia kept up with her.
“There’s trouble coming and we need to not be here.”
Fling
And there was none except as part of the word halfling which didn’t seem right.
Right... no pressure tagging @awfultunez @nightfighter-of-cimmerian @littlerothridinghood and @pen-and-inks
The words are Fire, Forge, Hammer, and Steel
#find the word tag#writblr#tag games#malia and jhalil#the wrap excerpt is Jhalil's former lover talking to him#My writing#probably should work on this sucker some more
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Theme Tag
Rules: Bold the themes that appear in your WIP (& italicize those that are loosely covered). Tag 10 people.
Nanowrimo Project 2019
addiction | beauty | betrayal | change vs. tradition | chaos vs. order | circle of life | coming of age | communication | convention vs. rebellion | corruption | courage | crime and law | dangers of ignorance | darkness and light | death | desire to escape | dreams | displacement | empowerment | facing darkness | facing reality | faith vs. doubt | fall from grace | fame and fortune | family | fate | fear | fear of failure | free will | friendship | fulfilment | good vs. bad | government | greed | guilt and forgiveness | hard work | heroism | hierarchy | honesty | hope | identity crisis | immortality | independence | individual vs. society | inner vs. outer strength | innocence | injustice | isolation | knowledge vs. ignorance | life | loneliness | lost love | love | man vs. nature | manipulation | materialism | motherhood | nature | nature vs. nurture | oppression | optimism | peer pressure | poverty | power | power of words | prejudice | pride | progress | quest | racism | rebirth | relationships | religion | responsibility | revenge | sacrifice | secrets | self-awareness | self-preservation | self-reliance | sexuality | social class structure | survival | technology | temptation and destruction | time | totalitarianism | weakness | vanity | war | wealth | wisdom of experience | youth
Tagging @azuwrites @gwens-fiction @goblingraveyard @pens-swords-stuff @raevenlywrites @violetwrites @loopyhoopywrites @juls-writes @aerynwrites @no-droids
#Theme tag#my writing#nanowrimo project 2019#malia and jhalil#it's a big old fantasy quest romp based on my D&D characters#there's over 110K words#it's maybe halfway done with the first draft#it's going to take forever to write
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Started rereading my NaNoWriMo project from last year. Dang... that is some pretty good stuff there. Probably should work on it some more.
#my writing#malia and jhalil#NaNoWriMo#the two have a good banter going#really should finish the first draft
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Chazzawrites Challenge Day 3
Introduce Your Main WIP
Bold of you to assume I have a main WIP. I have probably three sets of characters I’ve written with for the longest time and the outlier.
Carseir and She was who was Christian but then morphed into Sultiana but I still don’t have a name for her. I started this story over three decades ago. Very star-crossed lovers. I spent Nanowrimo 2016 working on this and came to the inescapable realization that some of the major plot points I wanted to use just would not work. Like, seriously not work. The level of suspension of disbelief and sheer illogicalness (is that a word? Well it is now) that I was asking my readers, my characters, and myself to swallow wasn’t going to fly. It just wasn’t. So now, I’m not sure what I’m going to do with them. There is a lot that I’ve done that I love and I don’t want to lose. Some time I’ll need to find the brainspace to refigure this whole mess.
Malia Keenblade and Jhalil Korizen. Malia was my first PBeM character, so created nearly three decades ago. Jhalil was my second. They were born in Greyhawk, but have expanded out from there. They ended up in the same PBeM because Jhalil died (hard to recover from having your arm ripped off) and my friend who was the DM let me let him die and bring Malia into the adventure. We did resurrect Jhalil at adventure’s end. Nanowrimo 2020 was devoted to them. They are definitely friends to lovers and I have a scene that I love, just love, because for once I captured just how desperate Malia is to be Jhalil’s lover at the exact same moment she cannot lose him as a friend. The WIP is maybe halfway through and has 80K+ words. I have most of an idea of how the whole thing will go (basically Malia gets sent on a quest to save the world, Jhalil goes with her, they collect more friends along the way and figure out they’re in love with each other, and they save the world in the end despite efforts to the contrary), but there are scenes that elude me like how does Jhalil and Toliran rescue Malia from the demon-bonded magic user when they don’t have magic themselves without having Mother Solaria be the Deus Ex Machina? I don’t know. That scene eludes me for now. I adore these two, though. Their bantering is so much fun to write.
Kyra Cortland and Jared Thompson. I started writing them about 15-20 years ago. I sort of have a plot for them, but really? They don’t need a plot. They just need each other. They are also friends to lovers and they are great for writing smut/erotica/whatever. They’ve been friends since they were five years old or so. Jared has the traumatic, completely efffed up childhood. Kyra’s the one with the solid family life, older brothers, and parents one would be an idiot to cross and who clearly adore their kids and their kids’ friends and really just take in a whole mess of found family including Kyra’s other best friend, Gabriela, who was once Jared’s girlfriend. Trust me. It works.
Toliran Aldoras. I created him for a PBeM with someone I had done a previous PBeM for, but this time around, too much drama happened outside the game and then the game died. However, I was left with this fascinating character who is turning out to be asexual and who is so mellow, it’s kind of fascinating. I couldn’t just abandon him to obscurity. So, since he shared Jhalil’s mentor’s name, I just threw him in with Malia and Jhalil. He’s having a good time with them. He’s probably the most well-adjusted of the group. Just watch out if he actually shows anger. That’s usually Very Very Very Bad.
#chazzawrites challenge#writblr community#my writing#I write characters more than plots#I have no regrets#if I ever finish a WIP it may be a miracle
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Chazzawrites Challenge Day 5
How long have you been working on your main WIP?
Well, I created Carseir over 30 years ago. Malia arrive about 30 years ago. Jhalil is probably closer to 25-30 years ago. Kyra and Jared have been around for about 20 years. So yeah... it’s been a while.
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🥀 you’ve been visited by the questions-for suffering-ocs blog! 🥀
if you had to sacrifice one of your characters to save another one, who would you sacrifice, and why?
which one of your characters do you dislike the most?
what’s the worst thing you’ve done to your characters?
Ouchie... I’d sacrifice Jhalil for Malia because he would in a heartbeat. He’s also died once and he knows what awaits him. He will miss her but he figures she’ll meet him in the afterlife. He’ll just have to figure out how to get her to forgive him first.
I don’t dislike my characters. I haven’t written one that I do dislike... yet... except Dmitri Gregenev. He’s really a brute.
Worst thing? Made India break up with Grayson to keep him alive, left her with Dmitri for about two weeks then dragged Grayson back into her life again as her new bodyguard.
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Incorrect Quotes Game
Tagged by @catharticallysarcastic
Rules: use this quote generator & list as many quotes as you like using characters from your WIPs, then tag as many people as quotes you listed (and yes, I figured out the copy and past thing after the first quote... I blame lack of caffeine).
Kyra: I prevented a murder today.
Jared: Really? How’d you do that?
Kyra: Self control
Ronin: I was arrested for being too cool.
Kyra: The charges were dropped due to a lack of supporting evidence.
Jade: How many kids do you have?
Danielle: Biologically, emotionally, or legally?
Jhalil: This is a mistake
Malia, enthusiastically: A mistake we're going to laugh about one day!
Jhalil: But not today
Malia, still enthusiastic: Oh, no. Today's going to be a mess
No pressure tagging @azuwrites @pheita @booksrockmyface @gwens-fiction
#Incorrect quotes game#writblr#my writing#first three quotes fit in the same universe#Kyra can be a smartass
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Its Tender Tuesday! Spill the beans on meaningful touches--doesnt have to be erotic (but can, if that's their thing), just any special little touches your special someones share with each other <3
Why, yes it is Tender Tuesday. How in the heck did that happen? Meaningful touches... Jhalil has scars on his face. He doesn’t let anyone touch them, even previous lovers. Yet, he ends up letting Malia do so. She doesn’t often, but when she does, it means everything to them both. For Malia, it’s Jhalil kiss on the nape of her neck. It’s the one part of her neck that she’s not ticklish and it melts her when he does it.
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