Neasa

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Heheh…

😅

Get a grip,

Alessio didn’t have any energy to react at all, but the world didn’t stop just because he had. He knew they had to get moving, he had to come up with a plan, that was the only way to survive…

It wouldn’t happen. His brain couldn’t process anything else.

He felt himself pressed tighter, enclosed in warmth li…[Read more]

Alessio clutched Nithel madly. Like his son the first time Domnik saw a man’s arm severed. Like his son would clutch him at night, when Nithel stumbled on him, weeping. He shouldn’t have had to fight. Cruel world. Nay… it was man. But my son is a man. Avigail… He burns inside, aching enough for physical pain. Alessio, what did they do to…[Read more]

“No, no…I should’ve expected it.”

Alessio squeezes his eyes shut, trying to block out the words. He’d always taken the responsibility like that, as if it was his fault whenever someone hurt him. Nithel didn’t deserve any of this. What if Alessio was just as abusive as his family, inadvertent or not?

They called people with special powers aber…[Read more]

Nithel hadn’t been expecting the punch. He’d only wanted to stop Alessio from breaking his hand on the stone, to calm him down, to make him breathe. But Nithel slung back against the wall, stars dancing in his vision, and pain cutting up his jaw. He released Alessio, one hand reaching back to steady himself against the stone, the other flying to…[Read more]

“Alessio.”

There weren’t any windows, and it was dark and trapped. He knew he recognized the voice, but he didn’t have time to think. It always smelled like urine, or something sick that you could never forget. He’d die before he let them drag him back there.

Someone grabbed his hand and Alessio jerked back against the wall.

“Let me go!” H…[Read more]

I haven’t posted one of these in a while so I thought I’d put one more out here, just to see what you all thought of the pacing of this…[Read more]

Okay I’m gonna post this here too! I’m starting a monthly newsletter that’s going to include… writing stuff, writing updates, and some snippets from my projects!

Here’s the link for anyone…[Read more]

@denali-christianson

WHYYYYYYYY THIS IS AWFUL TIMING AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGHHHHHHHHHH I’M GOING TO M U R D E R H E R R I G H T N O W

Why are you hurting my sweet cinnamon roll? ROSE!!!!! Aydin’s been through so much already WHYYYYYYYY

*pointedly ignores the fact that I just murdered my character*

*Evil laughter*

REVENGE IS MINEEEE!!!!! Don’t wor…[Read more]

@irishcelticredflowercrown

😱

*nods reluctantly*

Yeah…

She did…

She may or may not have traumatically burned to death at the hands of an evil dragon…

😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

Quin/Qatar

With a roar the dragon woke, demanding who had disturbed it.  Quin shrank from the heat, a flashback pushing at the back of his brain.

“Qatar,” he spoke through a fog. “Do you have a–knife? Anything?”

His brother looked down at him, the small knife the Castle had given them in his hand. “It won’t do much against that.” he nodded at…[Read more]

“Alessio.” Nithel’s voice was softer than he expected it to be, but steady and firm. He slipped between Alessio and the wall, catching the youth’s flying hand in both of his, squeezing, keeping it from moving. He looked into Alessio’s eyes, pain fighting fatigue in them. Fear, but a calmness that was stronger. Nithel stood there a moment longer,…[Read more]

Just kill me now…

This was a long, sick agonizing discussion that he was trying to mediate in. And any braincell not actively engaged in strategizing and debating was calculating what the chances were that someone would just stab him already. This was why he couldn’t rely on people; people argue and never get anything done if they have to wor…[Read more]