#wip: TALES OF THE OAK AND LIGHTNING

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Unusual Association Tag

Thank you so much for the tag @cain-e-brookman!

I thought it would be fun to let Robertas shine. He's the brother I get to talk about the least. And he deserves more love.

Seasoning: Cinnamon. Weather: An early March morning, when nature awakens to the warmth of the sun, and the tree catkins start to emerge. Color: Lime green. Sky: A beautiful blue cloudless sky with the sun hiding behind the roof. Magic power: Healing. Comforting his loved ones always comes natural to him. His smile's too precious. Plant: Chamomile. Weapon: A leaf rake. Social media: Definitely Pinterest and Instagram. Candy: Sour gummy worms. Fear: Losing his brothers or something bad happening to them, never finding love, being alone. Method of long-distance travel: These days he drives a car. When he was a child, he used to take the bus. Art style: Impressionism. Stationary: Pencils. Celestial body: Earth.

Tagging: @addomfarm-ogf-updates @satohqbanana @mrbexwrites @darkangel319 @alintalzin & anyone else who wants to do it!

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Do you like to read stories about family secrets? Or the stories about the reluctant heroes, but struggle with the prophecy, leaving them with no choice but to save their family?

The core of the heart of Tales of Oak and Lightning is centered on family and love, and regardless of the challenges we face, we can overcome them together. I am currently still editing it, but I get really excited when I start thinking about querying it!

Adamas and his four brothers return to their childhood home in the rural countryside after thirteen years, uncovering a destiny hidden in the dense forest. Their mother's missing will reveals a prophecy about the brothers as the magical Sons of Oak. Determined to uncover family secrets filled with betrayals and sacrifices, Adamas meets Medeina, the protector of thunder, who explains their mother’s sacrifice for their chance at a normal life. Their bond is tested as the reappearance of an ancient god threatens to reveal the true cost of their mother’s bargain.

Let’s get to know your main story! Tell us a little bit about it!

[prince--kiriona]

Of Heather & Hares

yes i am writing folklore oneshots instead of working on my wip, what about it

You’ve heard her name. How could you not, when it is whispered so sweetly?

She is a warning, a ghost, spoken of in hushed tones. The story is different, always - a new face, a new name, the hundred thousand changes that any story must bear as it grows from rumour to tale to legend. 

The story is the same, always.

The bride, picking heather for her wedding. The fog, coming from nowhere to envelop her. The hours, or days, or months spent roaming the moors. The solitude that comes, only and always, from the cold silence of the mists.

Everyone knows how it ends. The screaming, broken wail, torn from her throat as she finds her never-husband’s grave. The terror of the village, her village, as the people laid eyes on a woman a hundred years dead.

Whether she truly wanted to marry the man, no two stories agree. But she ran, all the same. Abandoning his grave, the last piece of her old life.

Returning to the iron-grey of the moorland sky, the biting cold of the winter wind, the loneliness of the fog.

The prick of white heather.

Some say she grew hooves, with which to tread the deer-trails, and a snout to smell out food, and lived the rest of her days happily. Others, that she gouged out her eyes, too proud to watch as she became nothing more than an animal. Others still, that she wandered the hills as a ghost, human-shaped but mindless as the grass beneath her.

She was a wild thing now, a lonesome thing, hair tangled with the heather that had marked her doom, what remained of her gown hanging tattered and torn round her hips.

And you have run to her.

Storm winds whip around you, tearing the veil off your head at last. Freed, your hair streams with the gale, tangling beyond what any comb could fix. 

Your eyes stream too, tears mixing with the pounding rain. Your foot finds a rabbit-hole and your ankle twists, your delicate white slipper pulled down by the mud. Moments later, the other joins it.

And yet, you continue. Feet bruised and bleeding, hair wet and matted, white dress muddied. You continue. 

You have no place other to go.

How long have you been walking for? The hills seem endless, stretching as far as the eye can see, broom and gorse tearing at your skin as you trudge ever onwards.

You walk, and walk, and walk, until it seems as if there has never been anything else. As if you have never done anything but walk.

You fall. You crawl. You find a way to keep going, no matter how much pain sears through you.

And finally, you find it. The storm clears - slowly at first - then all at once, there is nothing.

You pull yourself up, pain like lightning shooting up from your feet and hands. But you know the sting of cuts and nettles, and they do not concern you. 

Far worse is the bone-deep exhaustion, the feeling that you could sleep for the next hundred years if you only had someplace to rest your head.

But you are at last where you mean to be, and so you drag your tired body onward, the only thing burning brighter than the pain the dogged determination not to die like this.

The heather is harsh on your bruised feet, and so, when you come to a stream, you gratefully sink your feet into its freezing water. Everything around you is cold, but the wind has stilled, providing you some small respite.

For a second, you almost feel at peace.

There is another woman at the stream. 

You do not know when she arrived. If she arrived. Maybe she has always been here.

She is young, too young for the white hair that spills over her shoulders and down to the ground. Everything about her is bone-white - her eyes, her skin, the antlers that reach for the sky like the branches of a lightning-struck tree. 

Her dress is long since gone, scraps of silk and taffeta torn away and wrapped around her horns as decoration, and she wears nothing but her crown, a twisted wreath of white heather and thorns.

She watches you, calm and unashamed, as she lounges by the bank of the river.

You explain to her why you have come - stuttering and starting, unprepared for the blank, serene, expectant gaze of the Queen of the Moor.

You finish, and her deer-like ear twitches, once, twice. She rises, and she towers above you, tall as an oak tree yet delicate as a reed.

You stand, trance-like, all thoughts of pain forgotten. She lifts your chin with a claw-like finger, the white flesh as chilled as the mist that surrounds you both.

She places a kiss on your forehead, lips even colder than her hands. 

She steps away, and you begin to shrink.

Your body contorts, bones twisting and flesh melting, fur sprouting from what once was skin. You open your mouth - to scream? To cry? You don’t know - but no sound emerges. 

And throughout it all, the Moon watches, the same serene gaze watching over you.

You wanted an escape, no?

Your ears elongate, your teeth twist, your eyes pushed sideways as your nose moves forward.

The fog drifts away, the clouds parting, the silver starlight cool on your fur.

No man may keep a hare trapped.

You twitch your tail, nose pricking up as you balance on your hind legs. 

You bound into the undergrowth, as the last memories of your life fade away. 

And above it all, the Moon watches, and smiles.

You’re welcome.

[typeaadventures]

Old Writing Meme

Tagged by @raiswanson and @sincerestaffect again. It’s like you guys think I’m a writer or something with all these games. 

The Rules:

1. Post a quote or short excerpt from your early days of writing. (I’m talking old fanfics, slash fics, original fics, etc., that are barely edited and have a ton of technical errors and misspelled words.) This is the cringe part. Don’t edit anything! Let it be horrendous. Don’t Panic.

Oh flipping heck, I forgot about this story. I forgot about this story so hard, but now I remember and I’m dying. This was my first proper novel, where I apparently reached 80,000 words??? what the hell ten-year-old-me??? I’m dying tho. This is from “Legends of Lazlor” about a young warrior who must go around finding five other warriors to hold legendary, elemental swords and stop a bad guy blah blah blah you get it. 

Now to begin my tale we must go to the main gate of the capital city, where we shall find one of the many characters in my tale. This young boy can normally be found daydreaming- what’s his name you ask? His name is Jonathan but we shall call him John. John is about fourteen and has shoulder long blond hair and green eyes with fair skin for he was usually sleeping in the shade. He normally he wore a red tunic with a light blue cloak over that had a golden crown on it. He had leather boots that his mother made and a sword of copper for the hilt and steal for the blade. John is the kind of person who dreams of better things in this case being the best knight in Lazlor and we have found him dreaming just that.

“John, John quick get up buddy it’s me Luke”

“ Luke uh what time is it?” John asked.

“ It’s time for your shift, you know 8:59” replied Luke.

“ WHAT! 8:59 why didn’t you come sooner I can’t get there in 1 minute!” screamed John.

“Well considering the fact it takes half-an-hour to walk over…” Luke was cut off.

“ THAT’S IT! I’ll ride Lightning there!” John was screaming once again when he said that.

“ Man, not even your horse can do that you’ll…” ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding.  

“ 1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8,9; 9! I’m late tallyho” and with that John was out the door, in the stables on Lightning bareback screaming

“ HI HO LIGHTNING, GO FOR-OR-ORTH!” and they were of.

“ Good luck buddy you’ll need it.” Luke said with a final look at the clock in the hall. It showed that it would be a fool’s errand, but John always seemed to pull through

2. Post a quote or short excerpt from one of your most recent works/WIPs. Something that you’re proud of. Something that you’ve written that makes you smile when you read it.

**SPOILERS**  K, I’ve definitely stuck this excerpt somewhere else before, but from Fallen Oak, Aisling fighting the Dragon is just forever something I think I’ll be in love with. It reminds me of my favourite kind of stories. **SPOILERS**

She looked up, and the dragon was suddenly before her: it’s eyes glittering, it’s jaw’s spread wide and its wings so monstrously large they blocked the very light from the sky. But she could no longer hear the dragon’s thunderous voice in her head; rather there was silence, much the same as she had felt when Caoimhe had visited her campsite. She could think of nothing and of no one, although she carried the vaguest sense that she had once had a dream which might now aid her. She felt no terror as she gazed up at Nrgwen, the beast who could swallow the world, and she did not think of how strange it was that something so much larger and more powerful than herself should look so very alarmed at her charred body and clumsy little sword raised in the darkness of the dragon’s shadow.

She thought only that if something miraculous could not save her, than something cursed could do no worse.  

 She saw the flashing of dragon fire, but it was dull in comparison to the sudden brilliance of her sword crackling in a great white arc as she drove it heavily into the mountain. There was a great rumbling—one which was not the dragon’s laughter—and the dead earth was suddenly pierced with great splinters of white light which raced up the mountainside like lightning bolts. There was another long, pain-filled moment in which Aisling stood in awe of as the mountain was turning into a spider web and the cracks illuminated the dragon’s silhouette as its mouth fell shut and it stumbled on the shaking ground. Aisling clung to the hilt of the sword with both hands, the scent of burning flesh reaching her distantly, as rocks began to fall all around them and a whirlwind was whipped up by the frenzied flapping of the Nrgwen’s great leathery wings. As the sound of the wind intensified and the rumbling of the mountain shuddering and crumbling all around them grew louder and the dragon’s roar filled the air once more, Aisling shut her eyes tight and focussed only on keeping hold of the sword as the pain from her tight grip on the hilt and the forest burning behind her and the strike of stones from the avalanche threatened to knock her unconscious.

 She heard Nrgwen’s last roar of rage cut unnaturally short before she herself collapsed, drifting blissfully into the arms of unconsciousness to the sound of a sweet voice singing a gentle lullaby.

3. Tag a writer you admire, anyone you think is amazing, new friends, followers, writeblrs, anyone who you’d like to know more about. If you think someone is a great writer and you want to see how they’ve developed their skills, tag them! Everyone started somewhere.

Again, I know I’m late to the party and most of you have been tagged already, so if you see this and feel like playing please do so! 

[spideronthesun]

WIP INTRO—TALES OF THE OAK AND LIGHTNING

GENRE | Urban fantasy - Baltic mythology retelling.

SETTING | A rural countryside.

STATUS | Editing / Planning to query in Spring-Summer 2024.

POV | Multi-POV 3rd Person.

THEMES AND TROPES | Found family, the chosen one, the reluctant hero, family secrets, the power of friendship, dealing with loss, paying the price, religious trauma, religion and devotion, friends to lovers.

WARNINGS | Death, fire, creepy settings, alcohol abuse, horror elements.

BLURB

In the heart of Lithuania’s countryside, Adamas and his four brothers return to their childhood home after thirteen years. Little do they know, their reunion unveils a destiny forged in the shadows of the dense forest. The pages of their mother's missing will reveals the prophecy of five brothers in magic as the lost Sons of Oak. Determined, Adamas embarks on a journey to uncover the secrets hidden within the family tree, filled with betrayals and sacrifices. He meets in his path, the protector of thunder, Medeina. She shares the secret of how their mother sealed their fates, making a deal where she gave up her powers in order for them to have a chance at a normal life. However, the strength of the brother's connection is about to be tested. The forthcoming reappearance of a god from the past may unveil the cost of their mother’s bargain struck long ago.

Leave me a comment if you want to be added to the taglist!

[spideronthesun]

One Word Test - Tag Game

Thank you for tagging me @mrbexwrites (here)

Tagging @alintalzin @illarian-rambling @satohqbanana @addomfarm-ogf-updates & anyone else who wants to do it!

Rules: Chose one word, and only one word, that spoils your entire wip but the audience will have to read the book to find out why

I really really wanted to use the same word as Mo did but it feels unfair.

So, we are skipping on the word family for TOTOAL and we are choosing: LOVE!

It begins with love. It ends with love.

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OC Deep Dive

Thank you for tagging me lovely @mrbexwrites ! (here)

Rules: answer the following questions for your OCs

Passing the torch over to @satohqbanana @addomfarm-ogf-updates @alintalzin @cain-e-brookman @illarian-rambling

I did a lot of editing today, so I am going to put myself in Adamas' shoes. I worked the most on the chapters featuring him. Putting my answers under read more.

What uncommon/common fear do they have?

Drowning. It is not as if he is scared of water, but he doesn't go near it unless he is with someone else. He had an accident when he was younger, and he was never able to face it properly. He still doesn't know how to swim to this day.

Do they have any pet peeves?

No, in fact he's incredibly patient. He doesn't care if someone chews very loudly in front of him, or talks to him when he's studying. He will even give people a second chance when they mess up. And he won't hold it against them. Meanwhile, his brothers are full of pet peeves. Robertas dislikes it when someone plays music on a loud speaker instead of using headphones, Edvardas hates it when people talk shit about other people behind their backs, Nikolas doesn't like it when someone touches them, Danielius loathes being interrupted.

What are 3 items you can find in their bedroom?

You're definitely going to find posters on his wall, journals and notebooks on his nightstand, as well as a bottle of cold water every night.

What do they notice first in a person?

Their shoes. He sometimes struggles making eye contact when he's nervous. Please don't hold it against him.

On a scale of 1 to 10, how high is their pain tolerance?

4 to 5? It really depends. Burning his tongue with hot water or scalding his hand won't probably bother him that much. He will hardly notice that it even happened. But being punched does phase him.

Do they go into fight or flight mode when under pressure?

Much to his surprise, he gets into fight mode. But he does hate confrontation and would rather not fight anyone. He hates it when someone in front of him starts fighting. Makes him nervous. But he will also defend those he cares about.

Do they come from a big family/are they a family person?

Both. He comes from a big family, as he has got four brothers, and he is the second youngest in the family. But he's also a family person. He's used to people coming and going in his life, but he will always welcome at the doorstep even if they decide to show up like five years later after not speaking.

What animal represents them best?

Bear. He also gives great hugs!

What is a smell that they dislike?

Alcohol. He's just not a big fan of anyone drinking in front of him. It makes him anxious. And he will probably end up spilling the drink behind your back.

Have they broken any bones?

Nope!

How would a stranger likely describe them?

Shy, silent, a little bit awkward, usually keeps to himself.

Are they a night owl or a morning bird?

Night owl. He doesn't even notice that he has stayed up until the sun starts coming out and he hears footsteps of someone getting ready to work behind the closed door.

What is a flavor they hate and a flavor they love?

Love - chocolate, because who doesn't love chocolate?

Hate - tomatoes.

Do they have any hobbies?

He likes to read and write in his own time. In fact, he's a journalist, so he has a very inquisitive nature about him, and he likes to work on his articles. He likes learning about the people no matter how weird they might appear to the outer world. He feels like he always learns something new from the people he interviews.

Boom, surprise birthday party! How do they react to surprises?

Happily! While he doesn't like surprises very much, Adamas is still very receptive to them, and he's more than happy to celebrate his birthday with his loved ones. He knows that a lot of thought went into preparations.

Do they like to wear jewelry?

Only bracelets. And a necklace his best friend gave him.

Do they have neat or messy handwriting?

Adamas has a neat handwriting. The messiest handwriting in the family belongs to Edvardas after all. No one can ever decipher what he wrote. Not even him.

What are the two emotions they feel the most?

Peace and curiosity.

Do they have a favorite fabric?

Uh... knits? He likes sweater season.

What kind of accent do they have?

He has aukštaitiškas accent, as he grew up in the north-east side of Lithuania.

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Write/Share Last Line Tag

Thank you for tagging @cain-e-brookman (x) and @illarian-rambling (x)

Nikolas threw his head back and let his doubt break free. “I want to see how you explain that to the attorney general. We couldn’t contact the accused for questioning as he resides above in the clouds, making it physically impossible for us to deliver a letter to him.” Ugnius rolled his eyes only slightly from long practice. “Yet, all the victims are in their late twenties to early thirties. All wearing a similar distinct handcrafted necklace with artefacts of antler on them,” Ugnius said. “Those women are all witches.”

Tagging @mrbexwrites @satohqbanana @addomfarm-ogf-updates & anyone else who wants to do it!

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Six Sentence Someday

Thank you for tagging me @kaatiba ! (x)

Tagging: @melpomene-grey @mundanemoongirl @darkangel319 @transthadymacdermot @alintalzin @mrbexwrites & anyone else who wants to do it!

With a needle tightly clenched between her teeth, Vasare sat oblique to the fireplace in a rocking chair, threading a long string of pearls. She adorned the collar of a dress shirt with riveted costume fittings, stamped in a pattern resembling peacock plumage, complete with bluish and green beads. In the light of an oil lamp that filtered slivers of light through the gaps in the gossamer draperies, Adamas read out some of his incomplete ideas that he was working on while sitting beside Vasare. She would sit quietly, creaking back and forth, and ponder how to finish his stories together with him. As the weekend would come to an end, they would stand at the station and Vasare would hug him. Adamas hesitated, but then he leaned into her touch, touching her shoulder with the caress of his hand.

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9 Lines, 9 People

Tagged by @mrbexwrites (x)

Danielius cupped her face and smiled back at the girl. “Here I was, wondering why we were missing the light in this room. See, your face began brightening up, and the whole room lit up around us.” Medeina flushed up to her ears, as if the sun's rays were pecking warmly across her skin. She covered Danielius’ mouth with a hand to shush him. But he pressed his lips against her palm and gave it a quick kiss. Medeina pinched him on the cheek. “Moving is not so bad,” Medeina said. "I moved across the country so many times that eventually, I learned to quickly adapt to change. No one ever asked me if I wanted to. I’d return home to the already packed suitcases. I never got a chance to say goodbye to anyone.”

Passing the tag onto @addomfarm-ogf-updates @satohqbanana @alintalzin @darkangel319 @cain-e-brookman @kaatiba @melpomene-grey @mundanemoongirl @illarian-rambling & anyone else who wants to do it!

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What is the symbolism behind the title you picked?

The basic thing is that they are the result of their family tree. Their ancient bloodlines and connection to nature, the world around them and the magic contained in it.

It also signifies the main characters of the story. The five sons of Oak and their protector of thunder and lightning.

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Character Voice Tag

Rules:

Write a specific sentence in several characters' voices; you can also use a single action line to help, but the focus is on syntax!

This one is definitely interesting! Never had done something like this before! One can only hope that I understood the task.

I was tagged by @infinnative

Sentence: "I trusted you."

Nikolas: "I had faith in you."

Edvardas: "I thought you knew how important it is to me."

Robertas: "I know you would not do this. You are not that kind of person."

Adamas: "You gave me your word, and I relied upon it. And I know that you are not the type to break your word so easily."

Danielius: "My toes and fingers are sore from crossing them all weekend!"

Medeina: "It's not the first time that happens. I guess, a part of me, wanted to believe that there's someone out there who would keep their word. But guess mom was right when she told me that you can't trust anyone else in this world."

Your Sentence: "I miss you."

Tagging: @illarian-rambling @imbrisvastatio @rhyaxxyn @chargoeson @amaiguri @hyba

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Incorrect Quotes

Always wanted to do this one so thank you for tagging me lovely @mrbexwrites (Mavis is so awesome)

Tagging: @satohqbanana @addomfarm-ogf-updates @cain-e-brookman @motifenjoyer @storycraftcafe & anyone else who wants to do it!

Rules: Use this link to generate quotes.

Medeina: What's the scariest horror movie you've ever watched?Nikolas: IT. Robertas: Annabelle. Adamas: Paranormal Activity. Danielius: High School Musical. All throughout high school I was scared that everyone was gonna randomly get up and start singing and dancing, and I would be the only one who doesn't know the words.

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Nikolas: Why are you like this?? Edvardas: I used too much "No More Tears" shampoo as a kid and I haven't felt a single emotion since.

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Danielius: How would you like your coffee? Medeina: As dark and as bitter as my soul. Danielius, shouting to someone behind the counter: I need one vanilla latte with extra cream and sugar!

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Edvardas: Adamas, are you drinking… drinking hydrogen peroxide?! Adamas: It says H2O2! That means it’s the sequel to water!

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Nikolas: Might I make a suggestion you possibly won’t like? Edvardas: Do you make any other kind?

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Nikolas: We are not mad. We are just disappointed. Adamas: No, we are mad. Nikolas: Yes. We are. We are livid. But we are going to let this one slide. Adamas: No, we’re not! Nikolas: I am not a mind reader, Adamas!

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Danielius, in the hospital: Will you visit me when I get out? Edvardas: Lol nah, I hate graveyards.

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Danielius: What did you guys get in your yearbook? Robertas: 'Prettiest Smile' Nikolas: 'Nicest Personality' Medeina: 'Most likely to start a bar fight' Adamas: 'Least likely to start a bar fight, but most likely to win one'

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Siblings and Questions Tag!

Thanks for the tag @cain-e-brookman! (x) Oh, the fun I had answering those!

1. Who looks the most like Dad?

Nikolas. When he first started going to school, lots of teachers would not stop looking at him, because he reminded them of someone else. He thinks he and his father share a lot in common, even some of the drinking problems. Although he would never treat his brothers the way he had treated him or Edvardas. And since they only share the same mother, the other one would be Danielius. He's a carbon copy of his own father.

2. Who looks the most like mom?

Edvardas. He's got her eyes and nose. But Adamas is the one who is most similar to their mother in personality.

3. Who eats the most?

Danielius. There's a good chance that you might bump into him in the kitchen late at night, when he is trying to find something to snack on in the fridge. However, Robertas love to sneak bites off his brother's foods as well. He lives by the motto that sharing is caring.

4. Who has been in the weirdest situations?

Definitely Edvardas. Let's just say that he's always been a bit difficult. He used to storm out of the house and disappear for over a week sometimes. Causing his brothers to worry about his whereabouts because he would not bother contacting them. And ever since he was young, he would always find himself in trouble without even looking for it. He has some stories to tell.

5. Who sleeps the most?

Danielius. He goes to bed around three am and can sleep till noon.

6. Most stable romantic life?

I'd say probably Nikolas, since he was so close to getting married once, but he had ended it abruptly. He doesn't date around unless he's certain about a connection. Edvardas is a serial dater. He has had far too many partners over the years. Robertas had been in two serious relationships before, one of them being long-distance. Adamas never dated. And Danielius, well, he's still young. He's got his eyes currently on someone. But he's not sure about how she feels about him.

7. Worst habit of each one?

Nikolas has substance issues, so that makes him unreliable. Edvardas is hot headed, and tends to act before thinking. Robertas takes other people's stuff without asking. Adamas can be a bit far too independent sometimes, and he tends to go behind people's backs. And Danielius procrastinates.

8. Who's the most dramatic?

Edvardas. Come on, we are literally talking about the man, who had run away from his family the moment he had found out that he's got some mumbo jumbo super powers.

9. Who had a weird phase?

No one, really. Well, I don't consider most of the things weird. I do think that Adamas likes listening k-pop, and even today, you'd see him making new playlists with the songs that he had discovered recently. Robertas went through a goth phase.

10. Best cook of the family?

Edvardas. He works as a chef, and I can tell you that he is so good at it, that he would throw me out of the kitchen. And would ask me to stop using so many spoons because he doesn't understand what I am trying to make. His love language is cooking for people he loves.

11. Best memory together?

You know, there's too many of those. So many of the best memories stem from childhood where they were practically inseparable. They would always be playing together outside. They would go camping every summer. And after their father had gone to sleep, they would stay up all night around the bonfire, and tell each other scary stories. Probably with Danielius slowly drifting off to sleep and falling asleep on Rob's shoulder.

12. Worst memory together?

My dear friends, this is a spoiler.

13. Dream trip together

They don't really have anything in mind. But someone like Edvardas would probably want to go to hitch a ride and go somewhere. At least to take a temporary break from magic and just feel normal again. Remember what it is like to be a human without many responsibilities.

14. Would you rather not be able to shower for a month or have the same clothes for a month?

Nikolas would be most straightforward with his answer. Have the same clothes for a month. Edvardas and Robertas would be so baffled, they would end up getting into an argument. Adamas would be busy laughing at those two. Danielius would end up scratching his nose and think about it for hours. And would forget what you even initially asked him because his mind wandered off somewhere else.

15. Who's the older one?

Nikolas.

16. Role model?

Without hesitation, Adamas would always pick Nikolas. He admires his eldest brother far too much, and is thankful for how he kept the family together despite many struggles that they had run into.

17. Who usually has the worst ideas?

You know, it would be far too obvious if I answered Edvardas, right? So, let's go with Danielius for this one. He also has a tendency to think with his heart before using his brain. And while it is too much of a spoiler to give out why I am saying so, he almost got himself in trouble in order to save Medeina.

18. A GIANT insect is on the wall, who's taking care of it?

If it's a spider, Danielius is screaming and running out of the room, only to never be seen again. Or hiding behind Robertas or Nikolas. If it is a beetle, Robertas would pick it up and bring it outside, without much disgust. Usually the insects love him.

Tagging: @alintalzin @mrbexwrites @satohqbanana @addomfarm-ogf-updates @darkangel319 & anyone else who wants to do it!

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WIP Anagram Tag

Thank you for tagging me lovely @mrbexwrites! (x)

Rules: You will be given a word, and you must share 1 sentence from your WIP/s that starts with each letter in that word!

Tagging: @satohqbanana @addomfarm-ogf-updates @alintalzin @cain-e-brookman @darkangel319 Your word is: SOMETHING

I was given the word BRUSH!

B:

But anyone who had spoken out became a suspect and put a target on their backs.

R:

Robertas jumped back up on the ladder with an apple still hanging in his teeth.

U:

Unlike Medeina’s heart pulsating in her throat, the sky had no hints of ominous shadows in the distance.

S:

She wanted to seal this moment inside her heart as well as to tarry longer around her sons.

H:

"Have you been up in the clouds again?”

[spideronthesun]

Six Sentence Sunday

Well, technically it is Monday morning here.

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As they drove back home, the sun had already set, painting the sky in a display of orange and purple, remnants of a vibrant sunset, as the clouds sailed through the heavens. The rows of trees bowed their heads, as if preparing to bid farewell to the day. Medeina dozed off with her cheek resting on Danielius' shoulder while he held her with one arm. It was the first time in her life when she was truly safe, as if she had entered the pages of a fairy tale where the knight had finally discovered the answer to his inner turmoil after rescuing the princess. Like young children, they clung to hope that evening, believing that the world was filled with brightness and a better future awaited them. A period of quiet always came after the storm.

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