#Pre-curse his POV lends itself to...not exactly purple prose but there is a way I plan to do description when spending time in his head

[thegoddesswater]

hey! this is chance & here’s week 3’s prompt. share an excerpt that you’re very proud of from any of your wips.

Hello Chance!

Rather late answering this one. I apparently struggle to find excerpts I want to share without trying to pile on all of the context.

Enjoy this bit I have written from Wild Card.

Reijo couldn’t look away from his hands, still held tight in Rui’s grasp. Again, Reijo tried to pull away, and again he couldn’t shake Rui’s bulldog grip. Rui’s magic sank deep into his skin, shoots of fire seeming to arc through his fingers where they pressed into Reijo’s. Reijo gasped, wincing as the curse settled and then…Silence. His hand throbbed beneath the fresh branding, but even that paled in comparison to the sudden sense of loss, the snapping off of that bone-deep awareness he’d always had of his surroundings. Reijo turned, staring wild-eyed at the people around him. He startled, seeing Tihomir standing so close behind him, already unable to Sense the distance between them. Rui dropped Reijo’s hand and turned away. “It is done,” he said, inclining his head towards the King and Queen. Reijo’s fingers shook as he raised his hand to inspect the brand seared into his skin. Crimson, thorny vines snarled their way over his fingers, twisting around his hand before disappearing into his sleeve. A traitor’s brand.