#wip: TALES OF THE OAK AND LIGHTNING

[spideronthesun]

OC Ask Tag

Tagged by @mrbexwrites! Thank you a lot!

Passing the torch onto @concerningwolves @satohqbanana @melpomene-grey @alintalzin @angelfevr

@orphanheirs @authoralexharvey @cain-e-brookman

And here are the questions:

Who is the person your OC is closest to?

What's your OC's favorite season, and what about it do they like the most?

What's a completely random fact about your OC that no one suspects or you always wanted to bring it up in the story but never found a perfect scene to do it?

So, I've been contemplating on who should I select from my characters and I went with Nikolas! I've been talking about Adamas so much, yet I think I never mention his oldest brother nearly enough.

1) Who is your biggest role model growing up?

"For some reason, everyone always assumed that it's dad. There were days when I would seek out his validation since he always entrusted me with everything. I'd be the son he always comes to, and asks to help him. We always had a very strange relationship with each other, and to this day, I and my brothers talk amongst ourselves about this. He had his own unique way of showing love to all of us. Some of my brothers thought that I was more of a father to them than he was ever capable of being one when we needed him the most. However, the person I grew up looking up to was always mom. She was always there for us, and I often wonder if I made her proud with how I took care of my brothers. She used to always ask me to look after everyone if something were to happen to her, and sometimes I fear that I have disappointed her one too many times..."

2) What is a skill that you wish you'd spend more time on when you were younger?

"I don't know how to cook. I'm a terrible cook. I use so many spoons that Edvardas even once threw me out of the room. No one ever asks for my help because they know that even if I had the recipe sitting right in front of my nose, I would not be able to be of help in any way. I even once forgot that I left cookies in the oven and went to do something else, and 30 minutes later, Adamas came running to my room, screaming."

3) Savory or Sweet dishes? Why?

"Always sweet. This whole family runs on the sweets."

[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]

9 Lines 9 People Tag

Thank you for tagging me @orphanheirs ! (x) I'm so sorry that I am getting to this so belatedly. I've been busy with some things.

Tagging: @mrbexwrites @alintalzin @aalinaaaaaa @cain-e-brookman @melpomene-grey

@illarian-rambling @amaiguri @talesofsorrowandofruin & anyone else who wants to do it!

She hadn’t known how wrong she was about life until she met Danielius. It wasn’t as scary as she had been taught. Danielius lived a few blocks away, walking Medeina home after the summer fair, his jacket flouncing around her waist like a skirt. Under the willow tree, they spent hours laughing together, so that they didn’t even realize it had become night. Love, and only love, could light the way to a brighter tomorrow. As she lay awake in Danielius’ arms that night, his fingers resting in her hair, the burdens of their families pressed down upon them. The storm was slowly moving away, thunder now muttering somewhere in the west. Medeina vowed to herself that she would find a way to heal the wounds between their families. They wouldn’t repeat the mistakes of their elders.

[spideronthesun]

Heads Up, Seven Up

Thank you for tagging me, dear @melpomene-grey !

Rules: post the last seven lines you wrote, then tag seven people.

I spent my whole Sunday editing and going through the pages, so this is the from the chapter I last worked on:

“So, what are we going to do?” Nikolas reiterated his concerns. “After all, everyone has to be content with whatever we decide together.”   Everyone stared at Edvardas. The tension was palpable, adding a burden to his shoulders. Edvardas wrapped his arms around Adamas and Danielius, drawing them in closer, and then invited the rest of the brothers in for a group hug. The five of them held each other tightly, as if they had been in a shipwreck. “I am only doing this for you, since you’re a lot more important to me than you will ever know.”

Tagging: @aalinaaaaaa @mrbexwrites @satohqbanana @alintalzin @cain-e-brookman

@concerningwolves @angelfevr

[spideronthesun]

5 Things You'll Find in the Tales of Oak and Lightning

Thank you for tagging me, @melpomene-grey ! (x)

Chosen family

Nature in a fall season

Flawed and complex siblings relationships

Terrible and scary visions

Nostalgia and reminiscence

Tagging: @aalinaaaaaa @cain-e-brookman @alintalzin @mrbexwrites & anyone else who wants to do it!

[spideronthesun]

Author Ask Tag

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

Tagging: @satohqbanana @concerningwolves @alintalzin @orphanheirs @cain-e-brookman & anyone else who wants to do it! It's really up to you. Please don't feel pressured to do it, if you are not feeling it much. <3

What is the main lesson of your story? Why did you choose it?

The family is what you make of it, and it's the people you choose to surround yourself with. I picked it because I think it should be one's free will who they choose to spend their time with. Even our closest friends can be our family members. In my case, my story was widely inspired by my own personal relationships. I was a very lonely child, and I didn't have any friends growing up. Now that I have a few, I think of my friends as my family. Sometimes you don't have to live together under the same roof to care for one another. And these people would always be welcome at my house. I would let them in, and make them a cup of tea and probably bake a pie, and talk to them until it was three a.m. in the morning.

What did you use as inspiration for your worldbuilding?

If I were to be frank, I don't consider myself to be that great at world building. However, I love to read how other people do it, and learn more about their worlds and their cultures. Plus, a lot of my story is set in the present moments, so it includes technologies as well. I enjoy keeping the magic grounded, it is very earthly, and it draws a lot of inspiration from the beauty of nature itself.

What is your MC trying to achieve, and what are you, the writer, trying to achieve with them? Do you want to inspire others, teach forgiveness, or help the reader grow as a person?

When the story begins, Adamas is very adamant at helping to make Edvardas' dream come true, and is surprised when Nikolas says that he's interested in the prospects of selling their old childhood house. However, everything changes very soon, when the brothers learn of their fates, and what their mother had willed to them.

He begins researching their family tree and looking into the history. He uses it as an excuse to work on the article, only he doesn't realize where his search might take him to. Seeing his brothers change tremendously, and that magic does come across as a burden, he begins to question if it is all worth it. And that he would rather have his family back as he used to have.

I'm not sure if teaching forgiveness is the main lesson of the story. Although some of the characters make plenty of mistakes while trying to protect those they love. But the final message all comes down to love, and that love is worth fighting for.

How many chapters is your story going to have?

Currently, it has 40 chapters. I added a couple more in recent weeks.

Is it fanfiction or original content? Where do you plan to post it?

Original content, and I am planning on querying it.

When did you start writing?

I began thinking up all kinds of stories when I was as young as five, but I would not call it writing just yet. I'd just sit on the bed and play with dolls while coming up with all kinds of life stories for them and their names, or I would be lying on my stomach and reading books that my mom had purchased for me.

Probably, I started writing when I was eight, and my elementary teacher was the first person who took a note of me. I didn't even know what I was doing, I never considered it before in my life. She gave us an exercise where she had printed out the image, and let our imagination just run wild. She was wowed by something that I wrote. She even told me to stay after class and asked if I could write something again. The last time I happened to bump into each other, which was years ago, she told me that she still keeps my writing in the classroom.

However, I had a very complex relationship with writing for many years, and I didn't like the pressure that I was put under. I rebelled against it. I talked back a lot, I wouldn't turn in my assignments, and I have not put another word down again for a very long time.

Do you have any words of encouragement for fellow writers of writeblr? What other writers do you follow?

Nothing wrong with looking up writing advice or books that could help you to improve your writing. Just find what works out for you. It can be difficult to pick apart what works for you while you are still developing and starting out as a writer, and you are going to read a lot of bad advice out there. Trust yourself more.

And also never feel ashamed of your voice. Your voice is you, and it is going to be someone's favorite piece of art. Someone else's Mona Lisa.

[spideronthesun]

Character Voice Tag

Thank you for tagging me, dear @mrbexwrites (x)!

Rules: Rewrite the line of dialogue from the person who tagged you into the voice of your OC’s! (You can include a short beat of action to help establish character if you want.) Pass on the tag with a new line of dialogue.

Tagging: @satohqbanana @alintalzin @orphanheirs @concerningwolves @cain-e-brookman & anyone else who wants to do it!

Your line is: "I'm sorry I wasn't here for you when I should have been."

"That's not how I'd have done it"

Nikolas: "Well, we all start somewhere. But next time you should just come and ask me for help. Anyways, now let me show you how I would do it."

Edvardas: "Oh no! What are you doing? Go wash your hands and let me finish making it! You can just sit in the corner and watch."

Robertas: "I thought we both agreed that you are not going to do this! Now both of us are in trouble. Great. You know what I would have done? I would have never gone there alone!"

Adamas: "Uhh. I think that's fine. But I had a different thought. What do you think if we instead added some nettles into the potion?"

Danielius: "I hate to say that but I told you so. That was a terrible idea. Get in the car and let's think of what we can do together to get you out of this."

Medeina: "I'd have never gone in there in the first place! I told you to run. Why do you never listen to me? Now I don't know what to do."

[spideronthesun]

OC First and Last Line

Thank you for tagging me, dear @mrbexwrites! (x)

Rules: Post the first line of dialogue and the last/most recent line of dialogue for your OCs!

Tagging: @alintalzin @cain-e-brookman @orphanheirs @satohqbanana @concerningwolves & anyone else who wants to do it!

Alright. So I was thinking which one should I go with, and I decided to go with Robertas. Just because I really found his first spoken line to be most random and funny.

First Line:

Robertas shielded his brother. “Why not? I’d say Edvardas is very protective, Adamai!”

Last Line:

“You always wanted to open your own place.” Robertas clicked his tongue.

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Dialogue Tag Game

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

Rules: show off some dialogue!

Tagging: @orphanheirs @cain-e-brookman @concerningwolves @alintalzin @satohqbanana & anyone else who wants to do it!

“I once celebrated mine twice!” Feliksas said, licking the chocolate off his fingers. “Pops made a mistake while placing a cake order.” Robertas laughed. “We had stomach aches for days after attempting to finish two large cakes in a single day. Who thought that it was a good idea?” “We all did!” Adamas said, sneaking a raspberry off the top of the cake, and popping it in his mouth. Medeina fought her grin. “But I have everything I ever wanted, let’s make a wish together! I will count from one to three!” She leaned over to blow out the candles and turned her eyes up to look at the closest people flanking her on both sides. “Ready?”

[spideronthesun]

First Line Tag

Been tagged by @peach-the-gospel! Thank you very much!

Rules: post the first line of your WIP, the first line you worked on today, or any other "first line"!

Tagging: @armentas @orphanheirs @satohqbanana @cain-e-brookman @melpomene-grey & anyone else who wants to do it!

Got a bit busy today. I worked on a couple of chapters today. So, I am just going to post the first line I worked on today!

Adamas wondered how tonight had gone so wrong. Everything was his fault.

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Bullet Points Tag

I was tagged by @armentas (x)! Thank you so much!

Rules: Summarize your story in fifteen 2-5 word bullet points (as if you were trying to summarize it in fifteen seconds)

Brothers return to childhood home.

Nikolas finds mother's will.

Edvardas freaks out and runs.

He goes to the church.

And meets a lady there.

Adamas starts researching family's history.

He meets up with Medeina.

Medeina is a protector of thunder.

Danielius doesn't know about it.

And he's her best friend.

Robertas helps Adamas in library.

They both uncover more secrets.

Water tells many things.

History is not always true.

Love isn't only in fairytales.

Tagging: @satohqbanana @alintalzin @mrbexwrites @cain-e-brookman @melpomene-grey & anyone else who wants to do it!

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Word Find Tag

Thank you for tagging me @alintalzin ! (x)

Rule: Search for the given words in your story. If your story doesn't have a word, you can use a variation on it or a word with a similar meaning.

Tagging: @mrbexwrites @orphanheirs @cain-e-brookman @aalinaaaaaa @melpomene-grey & anyone else who wants to do it!

Your words are: STORY / DANGER / ENDLESS / YOUTH

ABSENCE

How unkind was the time that had elapsed. Nikolas felt ashamed of his own recklessness and absence when confronted by Danielius’ stare.

GOOD

"They all had their days, bad and good ones, but the five of them made it through strong and together.”

HIDE

“And do you know how both of the families are constantly at war with each other and despise each other? Romeo and Juliet had to hide their love, since no one will understand nor accept their relationship,” Medeina said. “Danielius is both my friend and my enemy.”

FLOAT

“Look who’s talking! You freaked out when I was dressed up as a clown for one Halloween!” Danielius raised his voice. His arm waved through the air, like it was a balloon and somebody had let the helium out of it. “They all float. They all float down here.”

[spideronthesun]

Writemas Challenge

Day Fifteen

Well, hello everyone! Thank you for tagging me @melpomene-grey I invite everyone to check her beautiful story — it's truly worth it, you are going to love it! And I also have been tagged by @satohqbanana whose writing I am in love with and you are definitely up for some great storytelling!

I've been incredibly busy with this round of edits. I have been working on them nonstop, and I don't think that I am catching a break any time soon. However, once I saw these prompts written by @agirlandherquill, I knew that I had to do one of those myself!

I wanted to write something very sweet and wholesome. And also with a little bit of romantic yearning on the side to tickle your fluff bone!

"Trust me. Trust me. Trust. Me. That's all I ask of you."

Danielius stared at Medeina. It's not like he did not trust her. He always trusted her completely, as though his life depended on her. It was as if he couldn’t make decisions without her, as if she were his oxygen. There was an undeniable pull towards her from the very first moment they met. Have you ever experienced that feeling when you meet someone, that they’re destined to play an important role in your life? Well, this is what happened to Danielius.

At the summer fair, they bumped into each other, and the kite slipped out from her fingers. He caught it, the camera swinging around his neck. He was taking photographs of people that day; everyone seemed to be so happy, overjoyed when dancing in front of the stage, interacting with their friends and loved ones, and sharing a meal with one another. But he was missing something from his life, his own blue eyes empty, and bereft of hope. College made him unhappy, and he felt lost, without a meaning in life.

Medeina thanked him so silently that in order to catch her words he had to lean in closer, but it was her smile that he remembered the most from that day. How beautiful it was, lighting him up from the inside. His heart skipped a beat. He pressed the button on his camera to capture that moment, but his battery ran out, and he just ended up dropping it back into his backpack. It felt as if, at times, the memories were a powerful thing, etched into your very soul core. Shyly, she hid her face behind her hands, and that same night, Danielius learned Medeina had just moved to the new town and hardly knew anyone. Making sure she didn’t get lost amongst the strangers, he followed her around. Danielius held her hand in his to keep her close.

One night, as he looked out the window, he saw a couple of stars up in the sky. It brought back memories of how, since childhood, Danielius had always been told that the deceased eventually went on to become stars. Thinking it was his mother up there, staring at him behind the neighbor’s roof, he prayed with his hands clasped, and hoped that she could help him figure everything out. She sent Medeina to him.

He often found himself flipping through old photo albums, smiling at the pictures of his mother holding him, while wishing for a day when he would hear from her again. Though he could never remember her voice. But she always smelled of garlic and horseradish. And how she used to stroke his blonde hair as Danielius drifted off to sleep. Mom would tell him bedtime stories, and sometimes, when she thought he wasn’t listening, she would confide in him that he, alongside his brothers, were her most treasured possessions.

Danielius was so terrified that one day, he would wake up and not find Medeina by his side. He won’t have these days anymore where they spent rolling in the fields, with his head resting against her side, nestled under arm, as she was dressed in her blue linen dress that perfectly accented the beauty of her eye color. As she gently caressed his shoulder, they would both close their eyes, and they dreamed of their future together. At least he did. How he was going to build them a house where they could live together and dance in their living room to sixties music.

While some might argue that if he had lived eighteen years without her, then surely he could continue living without her now. No. Danielius had only truly begun to live when Medeina came into his life. He felt like he couldn’t imagine life without another thunderstorm, nor could he live without counting his blessings whenever she smiled at him, especially that little dimple on the left corner of her mouth. Sitting on the bench outside the local store, enjoying ice cream, and stealing bites from each other’s cones. Sometimes, he found himself wondering what it would be like to kiss her. Just as if she could somehow read his thoughts, she would smear some ice cream on the tip of his nose and then run away. And later laughing, like never before, feeling lighter and happier than he ever thought possible, at 2 am.

God, please, don’t let him lose her. Please, God, please. He will do anything.

“I do trust you,” Danielius finally said. “I’m just going to miss you.”

Medeina plopped down on the bed next to him and wrapped her arms tightly around him. It felt as if the sunset was taking the sun away along with her. No wonder the weather forecasts predicted two weeks of rain. “I will write you letters, and I will ask the dandelions to carry them all the way to you.”

“Everyday?”

“Everyday." Medeina nodded and laughed.

“And I want you to be careful out there,” Danielius said. “I don’t want anything bad happening to you.”

“I’m just going to visit my uncle!”

“Still,” Danielius said. “It doesn’t mean that I’m not going to worry about you.”

“I will be back before you know it. Promise me you won’t get into trouble.”

“Pfft, you know me,” Danielius said.

“Yes, I do,” Medeina said and bopped him on the nose. “Remember, only two spoons of sugar, not three!”

Danielius hugged her once more. These next two weeks would be hard. Each morning, he would wake up and peek under the window, hoping the dandelions had delivered a letter for him. Perhaps he could sweet talk the dandelions into eavesdropping on conversations. They’d inform him of when Medeina was coming back. Danielius planned to wait for her at the train station, holding a red rose in his hand. Just a flower for his most beautiful flower of them all.

He had it all figured out. Except, one thing.

He was unable to confess his feelings to her.

[spideronthesun]

WIP Acrostic

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Rules: Post sentences from your WIP that each start with the letter of the given word!

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I was given the word YETI!

Y:

"Your connection is a lot stronger pooled together than the magic itself."

E:

Embarrassed, Medeina covered her eyes with her hands.

T:

The creaking floor rumbled under the loud stomps outside the room.

I:

Instead of her boys drifting off to sleep, they kept their attention hanging on to every word that she had said.

[spideronthesun]

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This is one of my favorite excerpts or descriptions that I wrote in the book that I am happy to share.

A sea of leaves waltzed around, their flickering tails flurrying under a gust of wind as Adamas and Vasare approached the log cabin. A vermilion scarf dressed a dark mahogany railing at the doorway, walnut stairs arrayed in the trees’ orange castaways as Adamas mounted the steps. Stunning ruby tinted vines climbed the door. The plants in decorative vases bloomed in emerald above the entrance. Vasare opened the door and went into the house, faintly lit by the direct rays of the sun that seemed to be suspended from a branch.

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