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freakydeke15 · 7 years ago

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Betrayal (Zeke)

He watched her as she got up from the bed to pour herself a drink. “So, you’re heading up to Ridgepoint today?” She asked over her shoulder.

Zeke looked up from ogling her naked body and nodded. “Yeah, my father asked me to make a delivery up there.” He got up from the bed and came up behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist. “But I have plenty of time. Why don’t you come back to bed?”

“Mmmm, I would love to Z, but I have errands to run today.”

“That’s a pity. I would have liked to ravish you a bit more.” He chuckled and kissed her shoulder before moving to the bed to get dressed. “Have you given any more thought to my question, Elora?”

She turned to look at him, sipping her drink passively. “I am still thinking. I need more time.”

“What’s to think about? You love me, I love you. We share similar interests, get along well, and are great in the sack.” He grinned. “We’d make beautiful children too.”

Elora shot down her entire drink. “Z, you’re pressuring me. I told you I needed time.”

Zeke’s smile faltered. “Yes. Right. Time. But it’s been three months since I asked…”

Elora put her hands on her hips and stared at him.

Zeke held his hands up. “Okay, okay. You didn’t say no either and that’s a good thing.” He moved to hug her and gave her a soft kiss. “See you for dinner tonight? Zed said Gregor is playing at Gloria’s pub and I’d like to see him perform. Maybe we can bring Zed to hear him.”

“I will meet you there at 9.”

“Great. See you then, love.” Zeke gave her a kiss and walked out of the bedroom, whistling to himself.

His father’s shop was a mile walk down the road from where he lived. He had gotten a small apartment for the privacy and Elora had all but moved in with him. It wasn’t much to speak of, but it was his and the money he earned working for his father paid for everything.

His father, Barnabas, owned a small shop doing blacksmith work. Where Zeke was short and thin, his father was tall and muscular, having worked with a hammer for so many years. He was sorely disappointed that neither of his sons showed interest in blacksmithing, but he never held it against him or pushed them to become one. His father wanted them to do what pleased them. Zeke was working for him but he didn’t have the strength to swing the hammers his father used and his brother Zed was still too young but also he was a budding musical talent that didn’t need to take a chance at injuring valuable hands.

He walked into his father’s shop and found him in the back, quenching an iron butcher’s hook. “Hey Da’! What do you have me taking to Ridgepoint today?”

“Nothing.” His father’s deep voice rumbled. “Their payment was delayed so I couldn’t buy the supplies to make the yoke rings they needed. They’re going to send it next week.” He set aside the hook to cool and took off his gloves and apron. “Guess you’re off the hook today.” He grinned at his joke.

Zeke chuckled but still rolled his eyes. “Funny, Da’. Want to grab some lunch with me then?”

“Sure, let me wash up.” Barnabas slapped Zeke on the shoulder causing him to stumble a few steps. His father laughed. “Too bad you have your mother’s size.”

Zeke grinned. “Yes, but thank the gods I have her good looks and charm and not yours.”

“Oh, you are asking for it. Good thing you are right, or I’d have to wallop you.”

“Like you could catch me.” Zeke laughed and patted his father’s back. “Come on. I’ll buy. I’m feeling generous with your money.”

Barnabas snorted. “Yes, well sooner or later you’re going to have to find another job. Things are slow and getting slower, including me. I’m not sure how much longer I am going to be open.”

“What? Why?”

“I am being undersold by someone. I have a few regulars who swear by my quality, but I don’t have many new customers. I can’t make much of a profit anymore and I refuse to turn out shoddy work so…” He shrugged. “Plus Zeke, I’m tired. I want to live the rest of my days with your mother chasing her around the house, not bent over an anvil.” He grinned.

Zeke shook his head. “Poor Ma’.”

“Poor Ma’? Half the time she is chasing ME around the house!”

Zeke doubled over in laughter and wiped away tears. “I only hope I am half as happy as you and Ma are.”

“She still hasn’t given you an answer, has she?”

“No.” Zeke gave a somber look.

“And you are sure she’s the one?”

“I was sure she was but this waiting… Da’ I thought she would say yes right away. I love her. I can picture children and growing old, but…but….”

His father put an arm around his shoulder. “She’ll come around. And if she doesn’t, you will find someone else that will love you for you no matter what and then you can spend your days chasing them around the house.”

“Maybe so. Let’s go eat.”

Zeke enjoyed a nice lunch with his father and walked him back home, so he could visit his mother and Zed. He told Zed that he and Elora were going to Gloria’s, if he wanted to go with them. Of course, he jumped at the chance. He spent an hour visiting before deciding to go back to his apartment and clean up for that evening. He was surprised to find the door unlocked.

Taking care to be quiet, he snuck in and made his way through the entry way towards the back before he heard voices. The first voice he knew was Elora’s. The second male voice he didn’t recognize.

“Come on, baby. When are you going to get rid of that fool that clings onto you and finish this charade? We already got everything we need.”

“Look, Samuel. I am almost done. I’m thinking we might be able to get his regulars too. I’ve been stringing him along for a while now. It took me months to gain his trust and a few more to get him to talk to me about his father’s business. Gods, blacksmithing is boring as hell. Good thing he was a good lay or this would have been miserable.”

Samuel laughed. “Well Scrogg has certainly benefited from the information. He’s taken most of his customers away and our deal with the iron monger has got him getting his materials close to cost. Business is booming.”

Zeke leaned against the wall and tried to keep his lunch down. The feeling of utter loss and betrayal, combined with the fact that it was he who had caused his father’s business to start failing, made his head swim and his vision gray at the edges.

“Which means our payoff will be large, but it will be even larger if I can put him completely out of business.”

“Elora, you are a wicked, wicked woman.” Samuel chuckled.

Zeke heard some movement and noises that made his stomach turn even more. Fleeing for the doorway, he made it to the alley before he doubled over, retching his lunch into the dirt at his feet. He spent a good while there, trying to regain his composure, intending to confront them. He stood and brushed the dirt from his knees and left the alley.

He went back to his apartment and closed the door, not worrying about the noise it caused. When he returned, Elora was sitting alone at her vanity brushing her hair, with no sign of anyone else having been there…almost. Zeke had a moment to wonder if he had dreamed it all when he saw it. In her hurry to clean up, she had missed the second glass sitting on the bedside table. Zeke put on his best ‘happy to see you’ smile and waded in.

“Hey baby. My delivery was cancelled and we have all afternoon together.” Zeke stood behind her and looked at her through the mirror.

Her reflection smiled at him. “Well then, I guess that gives us plenty of time to warm the bed, doesn’t it?”

“Oh, I had something else in mind. Why don’t we go for a visit? I was thinking we could go see Scrogg. See, I figure if I cut out the middle man, all the money is mine instead of yours.” He watched her smile fall suddenly as her eyes changed to a look of sheer hatred. “But I would never do a thing like that because I am not a complete under handed bitch like you who would sell out someone for money.” Zeke spat out.

“Thank fuck. I was tired of this whole charade anyway.” She stood and turned to face him. “You were such an easy mark, Eeezeeeekiel….” She sneered his name. “So trusting and so caring. You were excited to tell me about your “Da’” and his work. Proud of it in fact. So loving of your whole family, even that little brat, Zed. I bet they aren’t going to be as proud of you now when they find out your running mouth is why they have less.”

Zeke hauled his hand back as if to hit her but stopped himself. “Get out! Get out now! Take your shit with you and go!”

“With pleasure!” She grabbed a few things off a table that were hers and left, leaving even the clothes she had there behind. “Burn the rest. I don’t care. I don’t need all that cheap crap anyway. You are beneath me, Ezekiel Grimm. I never loved you. Nobody will ever love you!” With that, she slammed the door behind her.

Zeke stood in the middle of his bedroom and fell into a seething rage. Storming through the room, he destroyed everything in his path - knocking over glasses, books, tables, and anything else he felt he needed to destroy. When he had finished, he sat down in the middle of the floor amidst the rubble and sobbed uncontrollably. He knew he had to tell his father, but he didn’t know how he would face him, his whole family, knowing what his naivete had caused. It was beyond anything he could comprehend.

His chest felt as if it had been hollowed out by the dullest blade. His dreams were gone, his family betrayed, and his future bleak. How could he face them? How could he face the people in this town? There were no choices left for him. It would be the hardest thing he had ever done, but he would do it.

If there was a problem, you removed it. He was the problem, so he would remove himself. He hated what she had done to him, but he hated himself even more. At least his family could live on in this town without his dark mark on them. He would send money to pay off what his father lost, by any means necessary, but he knew it would never be enough. And above all, he would never trust another living soul again.

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freakydeke15 · 7 years ago

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Do you have potential stories (be it short stories, novellas, novels, etc.) for any of your published novels that will probably never be written?

I hope they will all be written. I suppose it’s possible that I will be eaten by carnivorous spacegoats or killed in an unexpected baking accident before then. But, you know, I hope.

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freakydeke15 · 7 years ago

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Angst questions

Yeah so um I decided to make an oc ask meme based around angst. Some of these I came up with myself, others are from other ask memes and I just picked the angsty ones so here goes:

1. What’s one experience your character had that made them very afraid?

2. Does your character have a deep and/or dark secret? If so, what is it?

3. Have they ever lost a loved one? What happened to them, and are they the same as they were before they lost them?

4. Has your character ever been hurt or betrayed by someone they thought they could depend on? What happened?

5. Would they ever turn on someone they just met in order to save themselves?

6. Have they ever committed a crime, or something they felt was wrong? What was it?

7. If your character was allowed to murder one person without any consequences, who would it be and why?

8. Does your character have any enemies? If so, who and why?

9. Is the character a victim of abuse?

10. What were the character’s parents like? What was the affect the parents had on the character?

11. What are your character’s coping mechanisms?

12. Do they like to suffer? Like to see other people suffering?

13. What does it take to make your character cry?

14. What is your character’s biggest relationship flaw? Has this flaw destroyed relationships for them before?

15. What is their biggest fear? What in general scares them? How do they act when they’re scared?

16. What are your character’s vices and bad habits?

17. Is your character afraid of death? Why/why not?

18. Would society call your character a good guy or a bad guy? what would they say they are?

19. What is your character insecure about?

20. What was something they struggled with greatly and how did they overcome it?

21. Does your character have anyone that they really care about, to the point that they would give their life for them? If so, who are they and what is your character’s relation to them? If not, do they wish they did? Is there anyone they wish they could build such a relationship with?

22. If they could change just one thing about themselves, what would it be?

23. Is your character more physically or emotionally strong? Why is this?

24. What is your character’s most important possession? Why?

25. Do they find that they care what others think of them? Or do they not really mind how others view them?

26. What, in your character’s life, puts the most pressure on them?

27. What would be the worst way to die, in your character’s opinion?

28. What is your character’s greatest strength?

29. What is their weapon of choice, and what weapon do they dislike using the most?

30. What makes them feel safe or secure? What makes them feel insecure or unsafe?

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freakydeke15 · 7 years ago

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Humility (Sophia)

Sophia handed the chest plate to Sister Gately who gave a low whistle while shaking her head. She flipped it over and looked at the back, shaking her head even more.

“Whatever did this, did a good job on you, Bishopess. Must have been the Old Father. It must have been a wonderous thing to see all those undead drop when all of you defeated him. Tell me he took as much punishment from you, as you did from him.” She grinned.

“I didn’t even get one hit on him.”

Her jaw dropped. “Not one?”

“Not a single one of my swings connected.” Sophia smirked. “I would have liked to have hit him, but all in all, I became merely a distraction while my companions took him down.”

“Ah, that would have made me angry.”

“I will not lie. I was frustrated at my inability to hit him at the time, and probably a little angry as well, but it was a lesson I needed. Each inability, or loss, or mistake made by me, teaches me to watch and enables me to learn. Speaking to the others, I learned he had an effect on him that made him harder to hit. Had I thought to look for something like that, my result might have been different. Lesson learned.”

She held up the chest plate. “So, what did this?”

“Hungry pit.” Sophia winked. “Turns out it thought I was delicious.”

She laughed. “Apparently! I will have the dents out for you shortly.”

“Thank you, but take your time. I will come back later for it. I have a few more things to attend to for now.”

Sophia went back to her room and sat at her desk, staring at the blank piece of paper in front of her. Lifting the pen, she realized that she didn’t have any family to bequeath anything to, not that she had many holdings to worry about either. It was that thought that stopped her from writing her will. Setting down her pen, she sighed and took a sip of her tea.

Her lands would be handled by the Count, the church holdings would be taken over by whoever was named the new Bishop, and the chapter house would name a new leader from one of their own. The most she could do was to suggest a successor for the chapter.

She got up from the desk and sat on the floor by the fire while looking about the room. It was the same as when she was training and living in the single room at the Cruciform Cathedral - nothing in it was hers. The only true possessions she had were what she wore into battle, her horse, and the angel pendant that hung around her neck.

Of course, her armor would go back to the chapter house, as would her horse. Any monies that were her own she wanted distributed among the church, chapter house, and the orphanage she gave to in Nerosyan, anonymously as per usual. Her dragon scale should go to the Order of St. Terendelev, but her fighting companions could take any possessions she had that they needed as well. She had no use for them if she was dead.

Sophia watched as the light reflected off the silver angel wings of the pendant. Other than the holy symbol they found in her bassinet, it was the only thing she could call hers. And even then, the holy symbol would be given to the church. Whomever had laid it in her basket beside her was probably trying to insure Iomedae’s blessing or possibly attempting to sway the clerics of the church to take her in. She didn’t really look at it as hers. Borrowed for a time maybe, but not hers.

But the pendant…that had been something that caught her eye and no matter how many times she berated herself for spending the money on it when it could have been put to better use, she still had to buy it. She wondered if anyone would want it. There was nothing to it really, and there were three more like it in the shop where she bought it. Maybe if the abbess had a daughter, or Iomae, the little orphan girl they rescued, might like it….

Sophia slipped the pendant back under her robes and shook her head, marveling at her own pride and vanity in thinking someone would want it.

“Forgive me, my Lady.” She whispered into the air.

The only value in it was the smile it brought to her when she looked at it or the misguided comfort playing with it when she felt nervous. It would be buried in the dirt where she was laid or sold for the copper by whoever found it. It was a trinket at best; a tool for her to use to escape her thoughts now and then, much like she was only a tool for what needed to be done within the Worldwound. Nothing more, nothing less.

She stood and went back to the desk to write her thoughts down. She took the paper and handed to the Abbess.

"You know more of these things than I. Would you please have this drawn up properly into a will?"

The Abbess opened her mouth but paused. Instead, she nodded quietly and took the page, noting correctly by the look on Sophia's face that this was not the time for questions or words. Sophia turned on her heels and went to the training grounds. Finding a set of practice armor, she fought the pells, and anyone who would stand against her, until her muscles screamed.

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