Fic: Friendship

Ficlet from the WRE WiP. On duty at the call centre, Romaine and El talk about friendship, giving insight into their dynamic – and El’s relationships.

After the caller hung up, Romaine watched El for a while. At last she leaned back in her chair, rolling her head around her shoulders.

“You okay, Rommie?” she asked, catching his eye.

“Just thinking. We get a lot of calls about broken relationships, broken friendships, and issues that wouldn’t be so bad if someone had a close confidant to talk to. I’m used to being mostly alone but calls like that one make me wonder if I need more friends, or if the chances of finding someone who won’t stab me in the heart – metaphorically – are so low that it’s not worth the risk.”

Woods. He didn’t speak the name aloud; his ex-partner, whose inaction at best had led to Romaine getting shot.

El spun her chair around. “This job makes you think about things,” she said. “About your own life. And it’s good to reflect. But don’t let it change who you are. If you like being alone, so be it. And if you want friends then hey; I can’t promise never to piss you off, but I’m generally loyal and aren’t we already friends?”

Romaine blinked a few times. “Sure.”

“Sure?” El repeated, mock horror in her tone. “One word answers like that can be a sign of insincerity you know.”

“You took me by surprise.” Romaine shook his head. “How do you know when you’re friends? How do you know when you’re in love even? Or if you meet someone as a friend and then suddenly you’re dating?”

El shrugged. “I guess you just know? Things can develop gradually and no-one has to say ‘Hey, want to be friends’ because you just are. There’s no proposal, like when you get engaged, not for friendships. As for love, well, I distrust the idea of love at first sight. You have to get to know someone whether you’re dating or befriending them. There is the ‘I love you’ moment in a romantic relationship but love…that’s a big and complicated word. I love my parents, my sister, my nieces, and pizza, but all in different ways.”

The phone rang and she answered. Romaine got an email and as he opened it, he couldn’t help noting that El’s boyfriend hadn’t got a mention in the list of her loves.

 

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Fic snippet: A Pleasant Afternoon

WiP: WRE fic snippet. Romaine and El spend a lazy Sunday together. (Note: Armand is Romaine’s middle name.)

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After lunch they slumped on El’s sofa, drank more wine, listened to some music. El put the TV on and found a showing of Princess Bride, the movie only five minutes in, and they watched the rest. Halfway through El served up generous slices of chocolate cake and made coffee.

When El had finished her cake she tucked herself up on the sofa, feet on the cushion, knees against Romaine’s leg, one arm against his, sharing his warmth.

After the movie, Romaine stretched, sorry to dislodge El but feeling stiff. “Fancy a walk?”

She 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 open the door which he’d left ajar. She was wearing a grey hoodie with the slogan “I am a cat” on it and the hood even had little ears sewed on it. Romaine, now in wolf form, snorted at the hiding in plain 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 him but not too tightly. The lead was a slip lead, a green and white striped cord with a leather stopper which she didn’t bother to adjust since he wouldn’t be pulling at her, and a large hand holder loop.

“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 the belt loop on her trousers for security.

She pulled the door so it locked behind them. On the way out, they met Mrs Calloway, just coming back in with a newspaper tucked beneath her arm.

“Oh this must be that beautiful dog,” Mrs Calloway said. “Can I pet him?”

Continue reading Fic snippet: A Pleasant Afternoon

Original Fic Fest

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I try to post fic here for the first 3 Wednesdays in each month and something different – writing prompts, photo prompts, etc for the fourth. The calendar being what it is, there’s a fifth Wednesday this month so I’m going to talk about Original Fic Fest.

The fest has been running this week at tumblr, OriginalFicFest, to encourage the creation of and sharing of original works and character ideas, and promote networking.

My posts for the fest so far have been focussed on my two major WiPs, Sorceress Apprentice, and WRE.

Character day: Day one
Introducing new readers to protagonists Bryony (Sorceress Apprentice) and Romaine (WRE)

Romantic relationship: Day two
Talking about the major romantic relationship in Sorceress Apprentice, between Bryony and Emeri.

Non-romantic relationship: Day three
A post on siblings bonds in Sorceress Apprentice, and the Romaine & El relationship in WRE.

Quote day: Day four
One quote per WiP, graphic edits.

Music day: Day five
Links to my Spotify playlists and some background on a few of the songs chosen.

Today is picture day and I’ll be rounding up links to my moodboards like this one for Bryony: Colour Palette
and this one for El and Romaine: Romaine (Wolf), El (Cat Sidhe)

Tomorrow is the final day of the fest is free day so I’m still thinking about what I’ll share!

All posts tagged WRE at WordPress / All posts tagged Sorceress Apprentice at WordPress

All posts tagged WRE at Tumblr / All posts tagged Sorceress Apprentice at Tumblr

I also maintain a Twitter account, and a fiction pieces only blog at Dreamwidth, as well as a Facebook page and a Pinterest account with boards for my boards, writing prompts, and more.

Ficlet: Goats

This is a character moment I wrote about the character’s shared sense of humour. It will require some editing if it’s actually to be included in the novel WiP so I’ll share it here as is. Inspired by this advert 

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If there was one incident Romaine had to point to that summed up how he and El were on exactly the same wavelength and thereby such good partners, it was this, which happened three months into El’s probationary period.

They visited a farm where there’d been reports of a sighting of a dangerous supernatural. The farmer who’d reported the creature to the agency eyed them with misgiving, chewing on his pipe. Romaine assured him that he was able to handle the creature and had dealt with them before.

“It’s not that,” the man said. “You’ll have to cross the goat paddock to get to the field where I saw it last. Nasty buggers, some of them. Sharp hooves.”

Romaine and El, in unison, as if they had rehearsed it, said solemnly, “I ain’t afraid of no goats.”

The man, understandably not reassured, shrugged and gestured for them to go ahead, goats, ghosts, hooves or creatures be damned.

 

Fic: Cookies

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Set in the WiP WRE verse. 445 words. No warnings apply.

“They’re awful,” El said, turning her back on the cookies, almost tearful.

Romaine had never seen perfectionist El before. But then last Christmas, when they were both working at the helpline, she’d booked leave and gone on holiday with her family. He’d never witnessed the intensity of her yuletide celebrations firsthand.

“They don’t look that bad,” Romaine said. Continue reading Fic: Cookies

Ficlet: Hot Chocolate

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Set in (and post) my NaNoWriMo2017/WiP WRE. No warnings apply.

Hot Chocolate

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.

“Don’t be such a sour wolf,” she teased. She took a sip, got whipped cream on her nose.

Cavanaugh, who had a habit of arriving when there was food or drink to be had, let himself in and joined them in the kitchen. He kissed El’s cheek as she gave him her mug. His immediate response, while El poured another drink for herself, was to stick his finger in the cream and lick it clean.

“Cats,” Romaine said, rolling his eyes in mock disapproval.

“You love us really,” Cavanaugh said with a grin. He leaned his head against Romaine’s shoulder, nudged at him. El, still topping her mug with cream, glanced over her shoulder and smiled.

“Yes,” Romaine admitted with a sigh, loading his spoon with cream, “I do.”