Fic Snippet: Companionship

Romaine realises how important El’s companionship has become to him.

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El made pasta, store brought ingredients though she added a handful of fresh herbs to the mix. Romaine laid the table, poured the drinks, lit a tealight on the ceramic coaster for some added atmosphere.

It still felt odd in some ways, after being alone for so long, to have this level of companionship. It also felt, paradoxically, utterly normal. It had become usual and he didn’t want to think too hard about it ceasing to be so. It wasn’t like he was a stranger to finding himself cut out of people’s lives or needing to cut them out.

“Isn’t it good?” El asked, frowning. He looked up from his meal.

“It’s wonderful,” he said sincerely, gaining a smile from her. “I was just thinking. About how nice it is to share meals like this.”

“I enjoy it too,” she said.

He changed the subject and soon they were laughing and talking about anything and everything. What he and El had was special and he’d cherish it.

 

 

Flashback December: Hot Chocolate

For this month I’m featuring some older works newcomers haven’t seen and others might not remember. I’d love to see others share their past work; there’s nothing wrong with celebrating earlier creations any more than there is re-reading a favourite book or re-watching a film!

Merry Christmas to those celebrating today!

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Romaine watched El whisk the powdered drinking chocolate into the saucepan full of hot milk, adding a pinch of cinnamon and another of nutmeg. When she was satisfied, she poured the mixture into the mugs, filling them about half-way. She added a generous amount of brandy, some marshmallows, topped the mugs with a ton of whipped cream – he now realised why she’d purchased four cans – and finished the whole thing off with chocolate sprinkles.

“Hot chocolate,” El said, beaming, offering him a mug.

“Well, somewhere under all that,” Romaine said, grateful for the long-handled spoon she passed to him.

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Flashback December: Christmas is Coming

For this month I’m featuring some older works newcomers haven’t seen and others might not remember. I’d love to see others share their past work; there’s nothing wrong with celebrating earlier creations any more than there is re-reading a favourite book or re-watching a film!

This week I’m featuring a WRE ficlet with El’s take on decorating.

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“Where did all this come from?” Romaine stared at the myriad cardboard and plastic boxes filling the living room. He’d helped El move house twice now and never seen any of these items.

“I store it at my parent’s house. They said now I have a proper house and not a small rental I have to keep it though.” El rolled her eyes at the imposition.

Romaine pointed out two boxes. “Those are both artificial trees.”

“Yes. And that’s a mini one in the box there.”

“You said you wanted to buy a real potted tree to put outside.”

El nodded. “Four trees. Don’t judge me. I warned you I like decorating for Yuletide.”

“It’s the fifteenth of November!”

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Fic Snippet: Opening paragraphs

It’s NaNoWriMo and if you’re participating, good luck! For this month I’m posting snippets of things I’ve worked on during previous NaNoWriMos.

I did rebel NaNoWriMo in 2016 and wrote original fiction and fanfic, counting all the words towards my overall goal.

This is from the start of a piece I wrote for an online challenge. I’m pleased with the descriptions since I always have to work harder at that aspect of writing; dialogue comes easier to me.

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Fic Snippet: other WiP

It’s NaNoWriMo and if you’re participating, good luck! For this month I’m posting snippets of things I’ve worked on during previous NaNoWriMos.

I did rebel NaNoWriMo in 2016 and wrote original fiction and fanfic, counting all the words towards my overall goal.

This snippet is from an original piece I’ve got some notes for but haven’t written much of the story. This conversation is between a woman with healing abilities who accidentally healed a man who now finds himself unable to be the disability advocate he’d become.

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Fic Snippet for NaNoWriMo from WiP: WRE

It’s NaNoWriMo and if you’re participating, good luck! For this month I’m posting snippets of things I’ve worked on during previous NaNoWriMos.

WiP: WRE

“Fancy a walk?” Romaine asked.

El nodded. “Want me to walk the wolf?”

“Would you? Thanks.”

Romaine went upstairs to get ready, El saying she needed to use the toilet, tie up her hair, and find a coat.

A few minutes later she came to meet him, pushing the door which he’d left ajar open. She was wearing a grey hoodie with little ear sewn onto the hood and the slogan “I am a cat” across the front. Romaine, now in wolf form, snorted at the hiding in plan sight pun and then used his nose to nudge the collar and lead he’d found from a bottom drawer and put on the coffee table.

El put the collar on and the slip lead, a green and white striped hoped cord with a leather stopper which she didn’t bother to adjust since he wouldn’t be pulling at her, and a large loop at the other end for her to hold.

“Keys?” she asked. Romaine whined, having forgot about that and gestured to the key box.

El picked up his keys and slid them into her pocket alongside her own, clipped to a loop on her jeans. She pulled the door behind them and locked up. On the way out, they met Mrs Cavanaugh.

“Oh hello,” Mrs Cavanaugh said.”This must be that beautiful dog. Can I pet him?”

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Fic Snippet for NaNoWriMo from WiP: SA

It’s NaNoWriMo and if you’re participating, good luck! For this month I’m posting snippets of things I’ve worked on during previous NaNoWriMos.

WiP: Sorceress Apprentice

“Sir,” the mayor said, approaching Emeri. “Would you do us the honour?”

“It would be my pleasure,” Emeri said. “If Bryony wishes.”

“Me?” Bryony felt the world spin, grasped for stability using every trick she’d learnt these past weeks. She and Emeri, dance the fire dance? This was something she’d dreamt of, of being the Festival’s Queen, of dancing with The Sorcerer, of being The Sorcerer’s Queen.

It was too much. A dream wasn’t supposed to be real. What if wasn’t like her fantasies, what if she trod in the fire, she wasn’t that great a dancer, what if she embarrassed herself, what if she embarrassed Emeri, what if  –

“Who else?” Emeri asked, his hand still outstretched.

She swallowed, placed her hand in his. He gave her a warm smile as he closed his fingers over hers. He understood how much it meant to her.

They made their way to the ritual fire and there was a smattering of applause and then silence as they took their places.

 

Fic Snippet: Secrecy (WRE)

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This month’s theme is ‘gatekeeping’. Today’s piece is a snippet from my WiP, WRE looking at gatekeeping around the supernatural community and why they try to hide their existence from humans.

“I remember asking at dinner once, when I was a teenager, why we had to hide,” El said. “My father said it was for our safety. But afterwards my uncle took me out into the garden and told me more about the pact of secrecy. How the Council came together and the Wolves wanted peace. That our biology made us stronger. But how it also meant we would never outnumber the humans, unless enough vampires and wolves went on a rampage to force change upon people and that could not be allowed.”

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Fic snippet: Moving In

For #writingwednesday another fic snippet for this month’s theme, focussing on WiP:WRE and the relationship between friends and colleagues, El and Romaine.

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El savoured the mouthful of pancake, swallowed. “I wanted to ask you something.”

Romaine nodded. “Go on, then.”

“Why do we live in separate flats when we spend so much time in each other’s places?”

Romaine chewed slowly, surprised by the question.

“It would save on the rent,” El said. “If we moved in together.”

He swallowed. “There’s only one bedroom.”

“I didn’t mean here,” El said, gesturing. “There’s not room for both of our stuff in one of these flats, not with my clothes and coffee table and your desk.”

“And only one bed,” Romaine repeated.

“That too,” El said as if it was the least of her concerns. “We’d have to look for somewhere else, a two bedroom place. Maybe three, so we could have a home office, somewhere to put the desk and our books and things.”

Romaine cut another pancake up into bitesize pieces. “Are you asking me to move in with you?”

El nodded. “I guess I’d like it if we moved in together. I mean we spend most of our time together anyway.”

“Isn’t that a concern? Don’t you ever come home from work and need alone time?”

She shrugged. “We spend more time together after work than alone. And it feels like alone time. Or something. I don’t feel you’re someone I have to stress about being with.”

While the words were coming out odd, he understood what she meant and he was touched. If he stopped to think about it, he felt the same way. Being with El wasn’t like being with other colleagues or going to a party. It was soothing and he missed her when she wasn’t there.

“And sometimes you go out or I’m out,” El said, “and we’ll have our own bedrooms to go sit in if we need quiet time. What do you think?”

Romaine let out a long exhale. At least she’d acknowledged the need for multiple bedrooms. “I think I need to think about it more.”

“Okay.” El got up to pour more coffee. “At least it’s not an outright no.”

Fic snippet:Comfort

For this week’s #writingwednesday here’s a fic snippet looking at the developing relationship between Bryony and Emeri in the WiP: Sorceress Apprentice.

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Emeri knocked on the bedroom door, though it was open. Bryony turned to face him.

“When you’ve finished with that book,” he said, “I thought you might like to read this one, The Prince and Princess of Pandark.” He proffered a green leather book with gilt-edged pages. “One of my favourites. I warn you the first chapter is very slow. You can skim through it without missing much plot though, and the second chapter is where the action begins and doesn’t let up. I think you’ll find the ending very satisfying.”

She took the book. “Thank you.”

On impulse she leaned up and kissed his cheek. He gave her a look she couldn’t immediately interpret. She wished she were better at reading people, or that Emeri were easier to read.

“Was that wrong?” she asked when he didn’t move or speak.

He shook his head. “No.” He paused before he added, “Only unexpected.”

She placed the book on the bed to free up her hands, so that she could take his hand in hers. “We touch often,” she said, and her brain raced ahead, trying to make sense of things that were only making themselves apparent now. Every hug, every hand-holding, every caress had been for comfort. “But only when we’re hurting.”

When he was hurting. When she’d held him while he wept, for example

“I don’t want that. I want us to be happy, whenever we can be, and I don’t think being happy should make us less – ”

Damn, damn, what words did she need? She read voraciously, that was where she’d learnt the word voraciously, she knew hundreds or thousands of words. Yet so often when she opened her mouth it was as if she was five years old again, reduced to babbling trite phrases and lacking the vocabulary to fully express herself.

Emeri was still waiting for her to finish her thought.

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