WRE fic snippet; while they get ready for an evening out, Romaine discovers something about El’s approach to domesticity.
WRE fic snippet, a dark post-book 1 Kit-centric piece I wrote a few weeks ago about the more difficult side of being a Specialist Support Agent. Discussion of suicide, mention of homophobic bullying.
A snippet from WiP novel WRE. El and Romaine meet Kit (who took on a bigger part earlier than I’d expected, he could not be merely background until the second planned, if currently far-off, book!)
One use of bad language.
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
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.
Ficlet set in the WRE universe. No warnings apply. 885 words.
Kit visits an agoraphobic female Wolf.
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
Set in (and post) my NaNoWriMo2017/WiP WRE. No warnings apply.
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.”
A ficlet set in the world of my WiP/NaNoWriMo2017, working title WRE. 335 words, no warnings apply.
Christmas is Coming
“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!”
El lifted up a bundle of shiny tinsel. “I’ve got a lot to sort through and we have to decide where everything’s going to go.”
“It’s November,” Romaine repeated in the faint hope this might make some difference.
“I know! Only forty days until Christmas! Only thirty six until Yule!”
Romaine sighed. He picked up a Christmas hat, red felt with white trim and a jaunty pom-pom, and put it on his head. “Ho, ho, ho?”
“That’s the spirit!” El picked up a cardboard box from the depths of a sturdier packing box. “Oh, my snowglobe.”
Romaine gingerly made his way around the scattered Christmas paraphernalia to crouch by the coffee table. El wound the musical ornament up with the tiny gold key, shook it once to set the snow and glitter falling, and placed it down.
“Winter Wonderland” played and the scene, a cosy cottage with a giant decorated fir tree outside, was blanketed with snow. A dog and a kitten sat looking at the tree, and there was a tiny wooden sleigh nearby. The sleigh was piled with gifts which were brightly wrapped and topped with gold and silver bows.
“It’s lovely,” Romaine said softly when the tune finished.
“Too early to put in on the mantelpiece?”
He shook his head. “Not at all.”