Friday Five

Nov. 6th, 2015 11:00 am
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It's a bit more than five sentences but who cares? I FINALLY FINISHED THIS THING.

Nadir almost felt drunk. He was lightheaded and almost giddy from the sudden realization that perhaps he hadn't been imagining, hoping against hope at all. That there was something here and that Bastian felt it as much as he did.

Then Bastian's hand moved to slide along Nadir's jaw and creep into his hair and this time Nadir was the one fighting shivers and sounds as his eyes drifted shut. "Nadir," Bastian breathed and it felt like a benediction. He felt Bastian move, felt him shift nearer and opened his eyes in time to see Bastian's face so close it was distorted and wasn't that strange?

And that was the last thought Nadir had before Bastian exhaled against his lips and then kissed him.
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I went back to this story today and figured why not post some more. This part isn't from what I wrote today but still, enjoy. It's more than six sentences. I don't think people will mind that.

It was true; the woods made Nadir nervous. He was happy and comfortable inside the castle walls, with his books and his sword, his education and his training. His routine. The woods were not part of what made him feel safe or comfortable. They were dark, even during the day, with their giant twisting trees, their windy branches, their silence.

That was what bothered Nadir the most about the woods. They were too quiet. He couldn't hear birds or anything else for that matter. It felt like slipping into pure absence of sound. He didn't mention it to Baz; that would mean actually admitting that fear aloud - never mind that Baz seemed to know Nadir was more than just unnerved. But he still refused. At age twenty he was nearly a knight of the realm, ready to leave squiredom - and the remains of childhood - behind. He couldn't be afraid of a mere forest.
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I have no idea if this will make the final cut or not but here's a thing!

The woods to the north of the castle grounds were an immensity. In all the years Baz and Nadir had trained as squires on the grounds, they had never managed to fully explore it. That wasn't to say they didn't try. Not long after becoming a squire, Baz had developed a habit of sneaking out and after the first few times, Nadir joined him if only to keep him out of trouble. Later, despite his protests, Nadir began to enjoy those excursions into the forest. The trees were evergreens, so thick and tall they seemed to touch the sky and blot out the sun even on the brightest day.

Nadir had to admit, the first time he'd accompanied Baz, he'd been more than a little afraid. He'd covered his fear with stern reprimands and cautionary tales about how much trouble they could get in, and how Baz was lucky Nadir was with him to keep him out of trouble. Baz had simply looked at Nadir with his green-hazel eyes and replied, "I know. I was scared too. I'm glad you're with me," then plunged headlong into the trees.

Looking back, Nadir knew he'd started falling for Baz then.

I got this all outlined today so hopefuly I can get it written soon!
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I finally got started on what I hope will be a submission to Less Than Three's Lovely, Dark, and Deep anthology. This starts two side characters from my story that was in the Won't Back Down antho. Anyway, enjoy!

The third time Baz let out his perfectly calculated huff, Nadir sighed and put down his book. He knew that sigh, the weight of it, the balance, the careful planning that went into Baz sounding just the right amounts of forlorn and discontent. Baz had had years to get it right, after all.

Nadir resisted the urge to pinch the bridge of his nose, a habit he'd developed after years of spending time with Baz and instead swung round in his chair to look at him. Baz didn't even have the decency to look sheepish at interrupting Nadir. In fact, the corner of his mouth was twitching slightly, like he was fighting back a smile.

Calmly Nadir took in Baz's appearance. He was dressed in his walking clothes, casual clothing the squires wore when not in training. With their impending knighthood only a few months away, they didn't have much time to themselves anymore. So it was rare they found the time to - in Nadir's case - catch up on reading, though it appeared he was not about to have that time now either. "What is it now, Bastian?" Nadir used Baz's full first name, making it clear that he was displeased, albeit only slightly.

Baz smiled then, that charming, almost too-white smile that always crumbled at Nadir's resolve. "I'm bored."

It was Nadir's turn to sigh. "Of course you are. And you need me to do something about it?"

Baz only smiled wider, sensing an advantage Nadir hadn't intended to give him. "I need you to come with me."

Nadir narrowed his eyes, his dark heavy eyebrows knitting above them. "And go where?"

"Into the woods."
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I haven't posted writing in so long but I'm happy to post this, a snippet from Feint of Heart that will be PUBLISHED in Less Than three's upcoming Won't Back Down anthology! Wooo I'm getting published!

"Again."

Cal's eyes stung as sweat poured into them, but he didn't so much as raise a hand to wipe his brow. He could feel Sir Taren Veretti's eyes on him and he refused to look weak. So he blinked the sweat away as rapidly as he could, took his stance, and lunged again.

Once again his thrust was easily parried, but this time Taren slapped the blade further to the right, slid into close range, and smacked the flat of the blade against his stomach. "Hit. Were I an enemy, Cal Caison, you would be dead."

Cal gave in and shoved both his hair and a river of sweat from his eyes, but he didn't dare use stinging eyes and perspiration as an excuse. He'd seen Sir Taren fight with injuries that would have crippled a squire, and probably even a handful of Queen Selvia's other veteran knights. If he wanted to be half as good at Sir Taren, he had to be able to fight through discomfort.


This is a variation of something posted earlier, with a few lines more. I may post another snippet or two later, but as it's only ~15,200 words and it's being published for actual monies, I'd rather have as much of the whole story in tact in the anthology as possible.
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It's been hot out forever so have a bit of torridness in writing too. Only a taste.

"Let me in," Naj whispered, running pale hands up Tessani's chest to curve over his shoulders and hook behind his neck. He shifted, hips canting upward, one leg moving to curl around Tessani's.

Tessani grunted, the sound low and short. "Move like that again and I'll be the one asking you that."

Naj grinned, and deliberately rolled his hips again.
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So I missed my Sunday Six this week due to migraines so here's a longer-than-usual Friday Five.

Tessani didn't remember falling asleep. He barely remembered trudging back to the inn and going to his room. He did recall, however, talking to Jindra on the way back. After they were both able to stand, she showed him the mark on her hand. It was as he'd glimpsed, and it looked like it had been burned into her flesh from the outside.

"It felt like it too," she confessed, her voice low. "Like the very sun itself was burning my skin, making this mark. She said my tyro will have one that matched, like the other half of a full symbol." She smiled a bit then and Tessani watched her expression changed. "I'm not sure explain how different it feels now. It just feels like I'm being pulled somewhere, and wherever that is, my tyro is. I just know I have to go there. Soon."

Tessani's brow furrowed. "I don't understand."

"You will, Shadowbinder," Zara called from up ahead and Tessani started, surprised she could hear them. "After your ritual, you too will understand."
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Going to be busy today, so let me get this out of the way before I forget.
Someone stirred behind her and she whirled, starting at a sleepy-eyed Jindra crawling out of their tent. Jindra's hair was mussed, her gaze unfocused, and despite their spectacular fight the night before, Bel still found herself smiling. "Good morning. I didn't expect you away just yet."

Jindra tilted her head, her own expression softening as she looked at Bel. "I felt you wake and I didn't want to miss all of the sunrise."

Uh. This part's kind of boring, but it's setting the stage for stuff and I haven't had a chance to write due to a sort of crazy week. Hoping to make up for it over my upcoming long weekend next weekend.
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Here's something I wrote the other day from the POV of one of the supporting characters, a female Lucent tyro. She's a warrior type who believes that strength of body should not be relegated to men.

Bel was the first one awake. It didn't surprise her to see Tessani's tent quiet and still, somehow shrouded in shadows despite the fact that he still slept. Outside the slowly brightening sky cast enough light for her to get dressed, buckling armor on piece by battle-worn piece. Very little of it was still shiny and new; she'd trained again and again in it, breaking it in until the wounded skin and soft places it rubbed were replaced by tougher, calloused skin. The straps and bands were still somewhat uncomfortable by the day's end, and yet, she felt naked without it.
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I stayed home today for various reasons, and almost forgot to post this. Here we go:

Only half an hour later he found them. Zara stood with her back to the tallest in a ring of imposing stones, while Jindra knelt in the center. Her head was bowed, but her body pulled taut as a bow string, cocked as though she were ready to fight at the first sign of something gone wrong. Tessani wouldn't have been surprised if that was exactly the case. He hadn't known her long, but she wasn't difficult to read.

Sunday Six

Jun. 17th, 2013 10:34 am
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On Monday again. I suck. Sorry. I have no excuse; I just didn't feel like posting yesterday.

The sun was draining and so Tessani took his time coaxing shadows cast from its light onto his skin, creating patterns off ready-to-cast magic, almost literally at his fingertips. He stopped when he felt that little tingle in his flesh that told him he was at his limit, that he could bind nothing more to himself without risking ... something. He was never certain what would happen if he pushed past his boundaries, and with no other shadowbinders in the Guild, no one was able to tell him either. He simply never decided to take the chance. He knew his limits would expand once he had a tyro, so there was no need to take the risk now. A little patience and his power would grow without forcing or chancing anything.

Only when he was ready did he don his cloak and leave the inn to travel out to the town gates.
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This is something for LT3 Press, for later this year. I'm hoping it gets accepted into the upcoming anthology.

The squire's eyes stung as sweat poured into them, but he didn't so much as raise a hand to wipe his brow. He could feel his knight's eyes on on him and the number one thing he refused to do was look weak. So he blinked the sweat away as rapidly as he could, took his stance and lunged again.

Once again his thrust was easily parried, but this time, the knight slapped the blade further to the right, slid into close range and smacked the flat of the blade against his stomach. "Hit. Were I an enemy, squire, you would be dead."


Squire and knight both have names, but they're written down elsewhere and I can't recall them right now. I had changed them a couple times simply because other names didn't feel right and now I can't recall what I settled on because I haven't devoted much time to this yet. My focus has still pretty much all been on Shadowbinder.
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In spite of - or perhaps because of - distressing news, I've kicked myself into gear a little more with Shadowbinder. I created some backstory that sets me up for some interesting world-building. At least, I hope it's interesting. That said, here's a wee Friday Five for you.
"Have you done this before?" Tessani asked, almost hesitantly.

Naj snorted. "Surely you don't think a tyro's life only begins the moment he's bound to a mage. I lived nineteen seasons before I met you. I am not new to this."


Have fun deciding what they're talking about :D
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After all the unpleasantness in these posts lately, I thought maybe I should leave off with something sweeter :) Happy Friday!
"Not fully," the voice reminded him. "And yet that matters not to you. Why?"

Naj's nostrils flared. "Are you so blind to anything beyond what lurks with you in those shadows that you cannot recognize love?"

There was a moment of silence and then a deep chuckle, one that startled Naj more than anything. "No. But you, tyro, are so stubborn and proud that you would not admit such a thing until now."


Well maybe it's not quite five sentences, but I had to fudge things a wee bit.
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Yeah I know. I waited too long again. Whatevs~ Anyways, here you go!
Tessani crumpled, his eyes shut, his body limp, and his grip on Naj's hand suddenly slack.

Naj finally moved, crouching over Tessani, ear pressed to his chest. He listened for a heartbeat, and slowly settled back onto his kneeling position when he heard the reassuring thump in Tessani's chest. He was still alive, but barely. His skin was cool to the touch, his heart beating half as slow as it had before the shadows claimed him.

But then Naj noticed something that nearly made his own heart stop: Tessani wasn't breathing.
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I'm a little late with my Friday Five today because I was off from work and was out and about. Anyway I'm at a computer now so here it is!
The shadows had taken control. Tessani could no longer keep them at back and with that last hold broken, they swarmed, covering his hands and feet, crawling up over his neck and head, pouring across his face until finally, they seeped into the very whites of his eyes. Tessani screamed, back arching up off the floor as his hand clenched tight, crushing Naj's fingers in his own. Naj bit back the cry of pain that threatened to come, watching as the last bit of deep warm brown in Tessani's eyes was eaten by swirling darkness.

Tessani screamed again, the sound suddenly changing to an echoing howl, a sound that couldn't come from a human throat.

Bloog.

May. 20th, 2013 11:07 am
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You know those moments where you write/do something to your characters that makes you wish you could reach into the story you're creating and just hug them and tell them it'll eventually be okay?

Yeah. Just had one of those.
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One Sunday soon I'll get back into the habit of actually posting these on time. This was not that Sunday.

Tessani pressed his hands against his ears, knowing full well it wouldn’t drown out the insidious whispers. The voices, the shadows, they were in his head, in his skin, everywhere; he couldn’t escape them. Tessani let out a choked sound and swallowed it down immediately. Steeling himself, he gathered his will and fixed the roving shadows in place on his skin, the voices he couldn’t muffle entirely, and every day, they grew just a little louder, but for now he could still ignore them. He still had control of his will, his mind, and his body, and for now, he still had work to do.


Yes. There. That. Stuff.
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Woooo Friday!! FINALLY. This week took forever to end. Here's my Friday Five, which is conserable less happy than I am.

A cruel laugh cut through the hushed whispers. Poor little shadow mage who bit off more than he could chew and now he’s lost. What will you do, Shadowbinder, when everyone turns their backs on you and all you have left is your shadows? A shadowmage who can no longer control shadows is useless at best. One who hears voices, though, my my whatever would they think of you if they knew?
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Whoops, forgot *again* to pot this yesterday so here it is today, backdated.

Tessani sat, his back hunched, his head in his hands, and the shadows on his arms writhing. They moved freely now, only staying still when he willed them to do so.

If you listened to us, you could have your answers. Everything you want, if you accept what we offer.

Tessani pressed his hands against his ears, knowing full well it wouldn’t drown out the insidious whispers. The voices, the shadows, they were in his head, in his skin, everywhere; he couldn’t escape them.

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