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Okay look,, this was a lot longer than I planned it to be,, it was supposed to be half the length it is now, but oh well 💪😔
Anyway, I said I would post it today so here it is, the first of (possibly) many short stories. 💥💥
Santi's apprenticeship short story (under the cut)
There's nothing wrong with being a little early. Making a good impression on their mentor is more important than any discomfort from the blazing sun and honking cars. June Ko was someone Santi had been following for years, this is a dream come true. Her art style was something they always admired. The tattoos she creates move flawlessly with every curve and ridge of the body. They're bold, sharp, and elegant in a way Santi can only hope to recreate one day. The only reason they're not as nervous as they probably should be is, well, they've met her before. Evidence of their meeting is permanently etched on their body. They instinctively trace the dancing swirl of black and grey smoke that wraps around their body from shoulder blade to forearm. It weaves around a wilting bouquet of butterfly jasmine on their bicep. It cost them a pretty penny, but they don't regret a single cent.
This meeting was their first step into finally doing what they've been wanting to do for years. Even during their college years, art was the only thing on their mind. Now, after too long, they can finally prove that their fine arts minor wasn't pointless.
Santi checks their watch, sleek with brown leather and black accents. It was a graduation gift from their grandfather and about the same price as one month's rent. Santi pulled at the earrings on their left earlobe. Guilt prickles down their shoulders as they picture his disappointment, ceaseless in its haunting. He expected more, but what else was there to give?
A shout breaks their train of thought, whipping their head around at the sound of a slamming car door.
“Is that you, Vega? You're way early, dude.”
Oh, shit. Was that not right? Santi blanked for a second, thinking up a response as June leisurely made her way over. Strike one. They didn't think 10:45 was that early.
“Nothin’ better to do. Just thought I'd get a head start,” they finally respond after what feels like an eternity of June twirling her keys on her finger. They check their watch again as their new mentor unlocks the door. It's only been a minute. This day is far from over.
A bell jingles on their way in, and the first thing June does is flip on the lights. They flicker before settling into a bright, sterile white, illuminating the concrete floor and exposed brick walls. The shop is sectioned off with half-walls just past the front desk. Checkered tiles cause Santi’s boots to echo in the open space and they stand for a moment, taking it all in. They’ve been to a handful of different tattoo shops. It never gets old to see frames upon frames of art and knick-knacks stacked over the walls. The old-fashioned feel of Velvet Ink has got to be one of their favorites.
“Did you bring your portfolio? Tell me what you've been up to since we last talked.” June doesn't waste any time weaving through the lounge, grabbing a single folding chair leaning on the side of the wall beside the red leather couch. She doesn't need to look back to see if Santi is following, they trail after her like a lost puppy.
“I got it right here-” they lift their shoulder bag in emphasis, “I've been practicing on fake skin since we spoke, I have a few I wanted to show you, but they're nothing huge.”
“Wow, you're on that shit, huh? Sounds about right, knowing you.” June chuckles as she sifts through her desk. She swipes a few things into a drawer, making space for Santi's portfolio.
“Okay, hand it over. Let's see what you've added.”
“It's not that much-”
“I didn't ask how much it was, kid, I asked you to hand it over,” she retorts, tapping the table. Santi sits down in the folding chair June dragged over and begins to sift through their bag. They feel a twinge of annoyance, smothered by embarrassment. They haven't been called kid in a long time, but seeing the peppering of grey in her long black hair makes them feel a little less patronized.
Instead of responding, Santi dropped the binder on June's desk. They dug around for a few of the fake skin sheets. When they pulled it out, June took it, her thumb tracing a circle to feel the texture. She huffed in amusement but didn’t comment. It's not like they bought the expensive stuff, just a cheap machine kit, black ink, and a few sheets of fake skin. They learned only to buy the nice stuff once they could actually draw a line without ripping through the material. Having a heavy hand while sketching never bothered them, but it's a nightmare when tattooing.
“Looks good for a first attempt,” she said, breaking the silence of the empty shop. June traced a finger down some of the darker portions. She admires the piece depicting an animal skull, a bear, being carefully cracked down the middle by human fingers on either side.
“You need to be lighter in some places, but your art is beautiful. You have a real understanding of technique, but it won't transfer to the body the way you're thinking it will.”
That's high praise coming from someone as skilled as June, Santi gives her a weak smile as they tug their tongue piercing with their teeth. They spend another half an hour discussing their art with June and getting a very short lesson on how to use the transfer paper printers in the shop.
The bell rings in the front as two people walk in, nudging each other and laughing up a storm. Santi sits up straighter to get a better look. It then clicks that they both work here, their profiles are on Velvet Ink's website. The both of them have unique styles from what they can remember.
The taller one with short, choppy blonde bangs, known as Sawyer, has a neo-traditional style. They use a lot of bright colors and bold lines, their style is something Santi has never considered having a tattoo of, but they couldn't help but attempt a few neo-traditional artworks after they spent almost an hour scrolling through their social media.
The other artist dabbles in many styles, but they're popular for their watercolor tattoos. Santi thinks idly that her multicolored pastel hair makes her look exactly as her art does. What was her name again? It was a flower, that's for sure. Lily, maybe? They can't remember.
June greets the both of them as they walk in, and they cheer her name in sync.
“June! Is that your new apprentice?” Sawyer asks, B-lining it over to them.
“Yeah, Sawyer, Iris, meet Santi-” June gets quickly interrupted by who they now know as Iris.
“Woah! That’s sick, can I see that?” She leans over the half-wall, pointing to the many sheets of artwork on June’s desk.
“You alright with that, kid?”
“Yeah, go for it, some of them are kind of old though,” Santi gathers a few of their favorite pieces in their clammy hands and passes them over to Iris, they can only hope she didn’t notice them shaking. Sawyer peaks their head over her shoulder to make their own assessment at the same time, reaching over and pointing out a few details. Santi can’t see them from where they sit, so they wait (im)patiently for them to finish their appraisals.
“Huh, you took classes, didn’t you?” Sawyer has their eyebrows raised, seemingly impressed by what they see.
“I got a minor in fine art, yeah.”
“I can tell, this is some good stuff, let me know if you need a canvas-” their striking green gaze pans to the torn-up fake skin, “actually, on second thought, I’ll wait a bit longer on that.”
“Ah, I’ve got a heavy hand,” Santi responds, sheepishly tugging on their septum piercing with a wide grin.
“That's fine! You’ll just need tougher clients,” Iris jokes with a wink.
“Don’t give them any ideas, Iris. It’s their first day,” June cuts in, fondly exasperated with her coworkers.
“Just because they’re new, doesn’t mean they get any special treatment. Isn’t that right, Sawyer?” For a moment, Sawyer stares off into the distance as Iris pats their forearm with a cheeky grin. They grow quiet when June doesn’t respond right away. She looks at the practice design from earlier, something soft smooths the crow’s feet around her eyes. There’s a flutter in Santi’s stomach, making a home right below their ribcage as June traces the lines for a second time.
“You’ll get used to it, Santi. I have no doubt you’ll fit right in,” June says, and Santi can’t help but agree.
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When I saw the snippet where Mc was being just plain mean, I came running to ask you how would it go if an argument breaks out between Mc and C because Mc is a little too condescending about C's broken knee which leads to them getting called out for being an arrogant jackass? My Mc means well but god they're such an asshole 😭
the only clearly audible sound in C’s suite was the low hum of the heater working overtime against the december chill.
but you could still hear C’s uneven steps, their limp heavier than usual as they crossed the room. you supposed that ever since they had told you about it, they’d gotten more comfortable about not hiding it from you anymore.
yeah, the limp wasn’t new, but it was worse tonight. C’s gait was uneven, jagged, every step catching slightly as if the bones in their knee were grinding against each other. you’d been watching it for weeks now, how they soldiered through it, jaw tight and posture straight, as though sheer willpower could replace cartilage.
tonight, though, after watching them wince when they thought you weren’t looking, you decided it was enough.
“C,” you began, and they stopped in their tracks. the way they turned, furrowed brows and jaw clenched, should have been enough warning to stop you from saying the next words. but you were you—brazen, brilliant, thoughtless. “i noticed you’re limping worse than usual. maybe it’s time to consider getting a cane.”
you saw their expression hardened immediately, but you kept going, your voice infuriatingly calm, like a teacher correcting a student.
“it would make things easier for you, don’t you think? i mean, i know it’s not ideal, but considering the structural integrity of your knee—”
“the structural integrity of my knee?” C repeated your words incredulously. “you’re really pulling out your SAT vocabulary for this, aren’t you?”
“what are you talking about?” you asked, your own voice rising now, confused about their reaction. “i’m just trying to help, C. god, i don’t know why you have to make everything so difficult.”
“are you this fucking dense?” C’s voice cracked on the word, and they took a step closer to you, their hands clenched at their sides. “you think i want to be like this? you think i don’t know how i look, how i walk? i don’t need your—” they broke off, shaking their head, their face a mask of barely-contained fury.
“i never said any of that,” you said, but it didn’t seem to matter.
“no,” C said, their voice cold. “you didn’t have to.”
you could feel the argument spiraling out of control, but you didn’t know how to stop it. instead, you reached for something—anything—to regain the upper hand.
“you’re being obstinate,” you said, and the word felt strange in your mouth, too big, too formal, but you didn’t care. “you’re acting like an overly sensitive child.”
C’s eyes narrowed, and they let out a harsh, humorless laugh.
“obstinate,” they repeated, rolling the word around like it was a sour taste in their mouth. “jesus christ, could you sound any more condescending? do you ever stop trying to sound like you swallowed a thesaurus? what, you think using words like that makes you better than me? smarter than me?”
“that’s just how i talk,” you snapped, your voice sharp and venomous, the words spilling out before you could think them through. “i’m sorry if it’s not simple enough for you to understand. i’m sorry you always jump to conclusions without hearing me out. i’m sorry that your father never bothered to teach you words like that—he was too busy bashing your head against the wall of your old house while you apologized for even existing.”
the room went silent.
C stared at you, their mouth slightly open, their chest rising and falling like they couldn’t quite catch their breath. their face was now pale, and their chalcedony green eyes blazed with something that wasn’t just anger—it was hurt. deep, raw, soul-deep hurt that made your heart squeeze uncomfortably.
“fuck you,” they said finally, their voice low and trembling with barely-contained fury and tears. “fuck you, fuck you, fuck you.”
“C—” you started, but they flinched when you stepped closer, their body jerking like you were the one who struck them.
“don’t,” they said, their voice sharp and broken all at once. “don’t fucking touch me.”
and then they were gone, the door slamming behind them so hard it rattled the walls.
you stood there, the words still hot on your tongue, searing and damning. you could still see the look on their face, the way their eyes had gone wide and vulnerable, the way they’d looked at you like you’d taken something sacred and smashed it to pieces.
you sank onto the couch, your head in your hands, the weight of your regret pressing down on you like a boulder. you hadn’t meant it. you hadn’t meant any of it. but meaning didn’t matter now. the damage was done.
you’d known—instantly, the moment the words left your mouth—that you’d crossed a line. not just crossed it, obliterated it. and now, the consequences were as painful as the regret slicing through you.
and you were alone, left to drown in the bitter aftertaste of your own words.
#so... how is everyone doing?#this was short and sweet 😋#don’t forget to like and subscribe 🫶🏻#out-of-touch MCs are a different breed#if: the ballad of the young gods#interactive fiction#interactive novel#interactive story#twine wip#ro: c lacroix#ro scenarios#the scenario is heavily inspired by chapter 38 of the raven boys#the quo
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Personal Stories
Let's keep it going.
Last month I picked up some personal stories for Patreon and I actually had a lot of fun with that. I think it was nice to stretch some of the creative muscles. So, I want to keep that going. If you sign up for the Baron tier, you will get one personalized story between your MC and RO. If you sign up for the Gatekeeper story, you will either get two personalized stories, or, one extra long story (your choice) with your MC.
Upon signing up, please send me details about your MC and any story ideas you have, on Patreon.
Look forward to hearing from you all!
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a certain future - jinwol
Is that it? He wants to ask. Is that all there is? But an answer is an invocation of truth. And Jinwol knows all too well that to place a name upon the stirring in his chest invites the thing he cannot have to cross the threshold.
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the wonderful @no-perceivey generously chose to share the prize for the if charity raffle held by @northern-passage a few months back to the public. thank you so much again for participating, and i wanted to say it was really a honor to write for you!
#ro: jinwol#tshb short stories#dropping while i'm in class and running#if anyone finds errors pls let me know djsgsjdf
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November's Short Story: A Heart Without Herald (Rabbit)
Wordcount: 1,293
As twilight settles over the Thames, Rabbit finds themself drawn into the quiet beauty of the world—seeing in its gentle mysteries a reflection of their own heart.
To sign up for the Courtly Charmer tier and access the story, please do so here! This will be the last month to view all of the works on Patreon before I pause subscriptions in order to focus on getting Chapter 2 finished.
#author speaks#patreon#patreon reward#short story#ro: rabbit#interactive story#interactive fiction#twine wip#twine if#twine story#twine game#twine#if wip#if game
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Meet the Cast (top to bottom, left to right)
Trumere Douglas | 32 | Professional Photographer | Simadelphia (Newcrest) | VC🔊: Trumere "Tru" is a well-known photographer celebrated in the celebrity world. She thrives in her entrepreneurial journey, running a successful studio that has gained popularity. With a passion for creativity and a love for the arts, she also enjoys letting loose at parties during her free time. Although she struggled initially, she discovered her unique talent for capturing stunning sceneries and fine art. While her parents never viewed photography as a viable career, they take pride in her business achievements. Her entire persona revolves around her work, with little focus on anything else apart from her relationship with her boyfriend. However, everything could change when she encounters a charming stranger.
Zachary "Zach" Love | 34 | Freelancing | Simadelphia | VC 🔊| : (Traits: Goofball, Bro, Maker) Zachary is a true visionary at heart. His greatest aspiration is to contribute to his community and launch his own contracting business. Currently, he juggles his responsibilities as a construction and mill worker, striving to make ends meet. Contrary to popular belief, he experienced a period of immaturity in his younger years, which led to him maturing later in life. After a significant life transformation, he finally has something to look forward to, yet he still feels distant from finding a partner to share that journey with. Despite his parents' separation, he holds love in high esteem, much like his name suggests. Zach has always been easygoing, but it seems he may have finally found someone who challenges him.
Halo Wallis | 31 | Student/Night worker | Simadelphia | VC 🔊: (Traits: Geek, Overachiever, Snob) Halo is one of Tru's closest friends. As the middle child in a family of five, she faced several challenges growing up, including sacrifices related to her education. By the time she turned 18, she found herself needing to make a difficult choice about her future. An opportunity arose when Madame Darling, the owner of a nightclub, offered her a job. Although she could have turned it down, the reality of her situation made it hard to say no. By the age of 21, she was working discreetly at the club and had saved enough money to move out of her parents' house and into her own place. Over the years, she continued her job at the club while also managing to save for her education. Now, she is focused on her studies, aiming to become a physical therapist or pursue a doctorate.
James "JB" Blake | 33 | Jack of All trade | Simdelphia | VC 🔊: (Traits: Bro, Ambitious, Adventurous) Just like his best friend Zach, James is a dreamer. He has multiple jobs ranging from freelancing and construction work with Zach. You can say he's a jack of all trades trying to reach his lifetime goal of owning a customization auto repair shop. He got his obsession for cars and how they work from his old man. James was always a workaholic and struggle turning it off. That is until his friend invited him out to a unspeakable night out
#meet the cast#ROS#rhythm of soul#i don't normally do vc#or have vc for my ocs#but this one in particular#I could just imagine lol#though finding a vc for Zach was difficult 😓#sims 4 short story#visual novel#sims 4#ts4
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parts i liked from the short storieeees aaaaa
-Keefe's
get him therapyyyyyy
hes so down bad jfc
THEYRE SO SIBLINGGGGSS AAAAAA THEYRE SO SILLY i love them
-Fitz's
AWAWAWFSGSHDUDJD CUTEEEEEEEEEE
i love him and biana smmmm
-Tam's
:(((((
also i love rayni sm
#kotlc#keeper of the lost cities#kotlc thoughts#kotlc fandom#kotlc short story#keefe sencen#fitz vacker#kotlc ro#kotlc keefe#kotlc fitz#biana vacker#tam song#kotlc tam#kotlc nightfall#kotlc legacy#kotlc flashback
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RO POV
Inc: DW, Imogen, Vergessbar, mention of MC Warnings: None! Summary: A peculiar revelation occurs about who is getting in and out of Attollo.
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(Excerpt below)
“Weren’t you the one who sent Vergessbar out recently? I’d think you know more about this than me.”
He immediately stills at Imogen’s comment, his hand hovering somewhere between one paper and the next. Slowly, he looks towards where she sits and leans back in his seat.
Imogen takes note of this change in his demeanour and straightens herself up further. “You did, right? That’s what I heard. Or, heard of, from the grapevine. It isn’t like Vergessbar and I chat daily anyway.”
“The last I spoke with Vergessbar was well over a year ago, so unless I’ve been doing tasks without any awareness, I believe there may be misinformation going around.” Another pen click. “Or, we have a curious situation on hand.”
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god save me
#for tye past few days this man has been on my mind non stop i need help#hes not even that interesting but holy fuckk#i dont have the energy to draw him i have other things to worry about but its physically killing me not to#help me helpmehelpmehelpmehelpmehelpmehelp#not art#random#Lobo nexomon#he shOULD HAVE HAD MORE STORY TIME HE SHOULD HAVE HAD MORE SCREEN TIME AHD DIALOUGE WITH THE OTHER GUILD MEMBERS GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR#I NEED RO KNOW MORE ABOUT HIM GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR#IM THIS CLOSE TO DROPPING OUTJUST SO I CAN HYPERFICITE ON HIM LONGER#shit hold on i do have school in the morning#cutting this short
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Red Country was defintely my least favourite of the standalones so far but seeing Cosca have a meltdown might just have made up for the first 60% of the book
#‘where iS MY GOLD????!!!!!’#like honestly I found the first half pretty boring#did not care about dab sweet#did not care about pit or ro#did not really care about logen as much in this one because he was just back on his bullshit#cared a lot about shy and temple but was frustrated the whole way through#which i guess is sort of the point but i think he did it better with monza/shivers#i think the last 30/25% is really really good tho#asks some good questions gives some good answers#but i slogged through this one a bit until i got to the 70% mark#i just dont think it hits as hard as the heroes did 🤷♀️#anyway on to the short stories ive already read the one about glokta before his charge god i love him#joe abercrombie#red country#logen ninefingers#nicomo cosca
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HAPPY BIRTHDAY MARCEL!~Short Story
MARCELLUS'S BACKSTORY SPOILERS BELOW!!!
The sun glistened on the Sarno River, where ships floated aimlessly while others were anchored at port. People were all about enjoying the sunny morning, not even minding sailors ordering their men to get the nets drawn so they could get to work selling their fresh scores of fish down at the market.
Further north, crisp hills rolled from a large mountain to the crowded city to the west. The streets were bustling as people shopped, visited relatives, and even children drew on the walls of a big arch with speckles of paint that their guardians let them buy when the merchants came into town only a few days ago.
Although people were walking down one street in the center of the city, heads turned as shouts bounced off the stone walls covered in floral motifs.
"Thief!"
"Stop him, you fools!"
A man, or more accurately, a teen dressed in a cloak, ran down the busy street, bumping into people as he ran from city guards.
"Sorry!" The teen said this as he jumped through a fountain, splashing water on an older woman who was resting.
“Es stercus!” A man yelled, helping the woman up.
"I said sorry!" The teen yelled over his shoulder; his feet burned from the hot cobblestone marked by the sun.
Need to lose the old dogs.
Looking to his right, he smiled like a lemer and ran towards the narrow alleyway, knowing full well that the guards would not be able to follow him with the bulk of armor they torture themselves with.
Marcel held his breath as the guards ran past the alleyway, not noticing the hunched figure of the sixteen-year-old boy.
Letting out a chuckle, he held the bag full of his precious cargo closer to his body, making sure none of it was smashed.
Looking up at the sun, he knew he should be getting back and quickly climbed the wall of the building next to him with the help of a few boxes and overgrown vines.
Balancing on the roof, he leapt from house to house, gracefully and practically dancing in the warm sun.
It only took a few minutes, and knowing the city like the back of his hand made it easier to navigate even while he was on rooftops.
Finally arriving at his destination, he easily jumped on a balcony and swung to a tree branch hanging by until his feet hit the ground.
"At last....home." Marcel said, looking at the old torn-down villa built with tan bricks and red pine wooden decorations that hung in the front to ward off evil spirits.
The closer he got, the more he could hear the sounds of laughter and crying from children. Through short, wide windows, if he narrowed his eyes and focused, he could see heads of hair run past.
Marcel let out a smirk and opened the front door.
"Mars!" A small girl squealed and threw herself into his arms, which spined her around.
"Oh, Cassia! It's been forever since I saw you!"
"You saw me this morning, Mars!" Cassia giggled and hung onto the taller boy.
Marcel grinned. "Did I? Well, you've grown since then!"
Cassia blushed and stood on her tiptoes. "You really think so?"
"Well, of course."
"Is that Marcellus?! Oh, I have a word to pick with you."
From down the hallway a young woman appeared with black hair all the way down to the floor in a braid and the most stunning blue eyes that seemed to distract people from her dark bags that were under them.
"Decima! It's good to see you."
"I don't want to hear it, Marcellus." Decima spoke with narrowed eyes, then turned to Cassia.
"Little Shurb, how about you go play outside with the twins?"
Cassia wrinkled her small button nose. "But they always want to play Terni lapilli."
Decima frowned. "What's wrong with Terni lapilli?"
Cassia crossed her arms. "Nothing; they just always lose the marbles, and it takes us till sundown to find them." She pouted.
Marcel got down on his knees and booped her nose. "How about this? You play with your brothers, and I'll get you new marbles tomorrow."
Cassia's eyes widened. "Shiny ones?"
Marcel nodded, the small girl's smile being infectious. "They will be as shiny as Sol's chariot."
Cassia nodded her little head. "Deal!" The small girl ran out of the arched, cracked doorway.
Decima sighed as she rubbed at a stain on her lavender stola.
"Marcellus, what have you done this time?"
Marcel lips pressed together, knowing full well a lecture was coming.
"Please, on Astraeus's stars, do not start pestering me, Decima.
"Oh, shall I not, Marcellus? If the sweat on your forehead and the dirt on your feet are any indication, you have been participating in Mercury's sinful tricks."
"Don't pretend that his sinful tricks do not keep us from drowning."
Decima glared. "They may keep our heads above the tide, but for how much longer? Once the guards catch you, that's it!" She slammed her hand down on the table, and Marcel was surprised her copper wedding band on her finger didn't crack.
Marcel's brows furrowed. "Don't you see I am doing what I must? With Octavian gone—" Decima's eyes closed as if in pain at the mention of the name. "—we are all at risk even with our union. If we don't manage to keep up with our debt, then our ruse would have been for nothing, not to mention what Rufus would do."
Decima looked away, and Marcel took the older girl by the shoulders, making her look him in the eye. "You are my truest friend... I am doing what is right for all of us. For the children. For you as well."
Marcel and Decima stared into each other's eyes for what felt like minutes. They knew everything about the other—what stalked their dreams, what pushed them to keep going—but they never judged, for they completely trusted the other.
Decima nodded at her friend. "May Juno be with you."
Marcel smiled, a little bitterly. "No gods are with me."
Before Decima could utter a sound, Marcel walked down the hall. "Cerdis is in the children's room, I'm guessing."
Decima called back, wiping her hands on the front of her stola. "Yes, you know he has been waiting for you."
Happiness surged through him, suppressing the fear that was slowly creeping into his mind.
Marcel smiled and opened the door to the largest room in the very small, cracked domus where they lay their heads each night.
Candles lit the room where no windows let their light in. Two dark wooden cribs were in the corner, while there was a small bed on the other side of the room, which kept two growing children resting their heads, although there was barely any room for one child, much less two.
Although right then there was only one child, whose hair was raven and nappy, even under the covers, anyone could see the boy was small—too small. Most considered the boy to be cursed by Asclepius and wanted him put out of his misery, although Marcel knew better.
Marcel sat on the bed, making sure not to startle the sleeping figure.
Gently, Marcel uncovered the face of the small boy to reveal sunken eyes and paste-like skin that seemed to be coated with sweat; however, there was a small smile that played on the sleeping boy's lips.
The older boy spoke softly. "Cerdis, it is time to wake; Sol's chariot has already passed."
Eyes slowly opened, blinking before the little boy grinned from ear to ear; his brightness could put a smile on anyone's face.
"Mars!" A raspy voice came from Cerdis as he sat up, wrapping his small arms around the older boy.
Marcel softly kissed the boy on the top of the head. "Ah! Finally, you wake from your slumber." He held the raven-haired boy close. "Are you feeling blessed this morning by the gods?"
Cerdis nodded his head, looking confident. "Yes, because it is my day of birth!"
Marcel smiled. "Yes, it's not everyday that someone survives five winters."
Cerdis frowned. "I am still not as tall as Cassia."
The older boy laughed. "No, but maybe with the help of Juno, you will catch up." He said it, hoping that the bitterness would be kept out of his tone.
Cerdis gave him a toothy grin. "You really think so? I won't only be older than her, but taller as well!"
Ah yes, Cassia does hold her height over Cerdis very often, although it is probably due to the fact that Cerdis was the only one who questioned her when picking games. Hmm. I wonder what Cassia will do when Cerdis comes into manhood. I'm sure Cassia will find something else to hang over the poor boy's head.
Marcel patted Cerdis's head. "Well...I have you a present."
Cerdis shook with excitement and, with almost lightning speed, reached for Marcel's satchel but with speed was snatched back. "Now, now, Cerdis, I have a few other things in here."
Cerdis crinkled his nose, although the comment didn't make his smile waver. "I cannot wait any longer! Please Mars! What have you brought me?"
Without a second thought, Marcel opened the bag, minding the trinkets that were valuable, however small enough that their owners would not even notice they were gone until it was too late.
Cerdis's eyes widened as Marcel pulled something oval-shaped and quite small into his palm and wrapped it in cloth.
The raven-haired boy smelled the sweet aroma, and his mouth watered. "Is that-?"
Marcel uncovered the item to reveal the room-temperature sweet bun, smashed a little on one side, which made the honey sweetness drip over until the cloth was covered with the sticky substance.
"It was no trouble." Marcel once again kissed Cerdis head.
"A maritozzi!" Cerbis, not minding the stick, grabbed the sweet treat with full hands and took a bite. Marcel tried not to cringe at the mess on the boy's face.
But it was quite easy, with the happiness shining through. "Mmm."
"I see you are quite enjoying my present."
Cerdis showed his dimples through his smile, licking his fingers. "Thank you, Mars!"
Marcel smiled in a moment of weakness, asking the gods to bless his little brother with many more winters.
#My Inner Sins#Interactive Fiction Short Story#Interactive Fiction#Marcel#Marcel Short Story#Backstory#Marcellus De Rosa#Marcel De Rosa#Interactive Story#interactive fiction twine#twine interactive fiction#interactive novel#interactive story#interactive fiction#interactive game#RO Short Story#twine if#twine wip#MIS-RO:Marcel
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Love at first sight????? who???? also I fucking love the plot, I wanna sleep with your tumblr in my phone.
I already answered it here. But short answer is E and R(optional).
Also thank you so much!! You wouldn't believe how much an uplifting message like this means to writers. It truly boosts our spirits and ignites our motivation to keep writing. It's incredibly gratifying and inspiring.
#answered asks#ro asks#anon ask#sweet anons#I love aggressive anons#💚#i hope the story doesn't fall short of your expectations
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I can't find anything about the ROs birthdays except their zodiac sign, Tumblr search system is shitty as usual
i don’t think i ever said anything about their birthdays tho, oops! lemme fix that:
C LACROIX: january 12
V NÆSHOLM: june 26
W OSTENDORF: february 9
D DIACONU: october 30
M WHITLOCK-SINGH: august 27
#D forever ruing that their birthday is one day short of being on halloween#if: the ballad of the young gods#interactive fiction#interactive novel#interactive story#twine wip#ro: c lacroix#ro: v næsholm#ro: w ostendorf#ro: d diaconu#ro: m whitlock singh
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Personalized Story
Did you know that over on Patreon, you can get your own personalized story within the Night Market? For each month that you are a part of the Baron tier, you will get a short story about your MC and their chosen RO. If you join the Gatekeeper tier, you will either get two short stories, or one long one. This renews for each month you are joined.
Starting this month, upon joining the Baron tier, you will get access to all the other personalized stories that are written. It is a great way to see what the rest of the community is thinking about in their own romance, and to get a little bit more content for your RO's.
Join now and send me a message on Patreon. I cannot wait to see what everyone comes up with.
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I really hope the short story for stellarlune (if we get one) is about Ro and whatever situation she's gotten into. Imagine it's her getting captured or something.. Boom double cliffhanger
#like think about it#i am so down for a ro short story#i mean I'm always down for a short story#regardless of the characters#but like..#ro#kotlc#keeper of the lost cities#ro kotlc#kotlc thoughts
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August's Short Story: The Scales of Avarice
Wordcount: 1,798
A continuation of The Price of Integrity, offering a glimpse into Edward’s rise from the shadows of London’s marketplace to a more formidable player in the world of commerce with a moment of unexpected charity.
To sign up for the Courtly Charmer tier and access the story, please do so here!
#author speaks#patreon reward#patreon#interactive story#interactive fiction#twine if#if game#twine wip#twine story#twine game#twine#short story#ro: edith#ro: edward
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