Separation Of Powers

Separation of Powers

I haven’t written consistently since June. Consider this a warm-up stretch. (Original fiction, Adam and Emily.)

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The inevitable happened, as inevitable things are wont to do, one chilly November afternoon.

Her anger got the best of her. She did not get angry often, and never at him, but it made no difference to the powers at war inside of them. The light saw an opportunity. With a flash like the sun reflected off a mirror, it lashed out at him.

A wall of shadows burst from the ground half a heartbeat too late. White hot pain lanced through the skin of his cheek.

It couldn’t have taken more than a second. One moment they stood on one side of someday, the next they were waist-deep in the aftermath. 

His left eye watered. A held breath escaped her lungs. Horror crept into her face like a hideous blush.

Then he crossed the space between them and pulled her into his arms.

He held her against him, ignoring his bleeding cheek and the darkness that howled at him to rip her apart. His desire for revenge threatened to overwhelm his sanity. But he tethered himself to everything he could: his feet on the floor, the rapid rise and fall of her chest, the little whimpers that left her lips to chip fragments off his heart.

“It’s all right,” he said. “You didn’t mean to. It’s all right.” He wrapped his arms around her. Tighter. Tighter. “Don’t cry. Please. I’m not angry. I know it wasn’t you.” Her hands clutched feebly at his back. “This isn’t you,” he whispered, not only to her, but to himself as well. “This isn’t you.”

There are two types of writers…

Writer A: “I’ve fleshed this character out to the point where they’re more real then I am. I know everything about them, including their blood type, their thirty-first favorite song, what they did for their sixth birthday, and which brand of apples they prefer.”

Writer B: “This character exists as a full person in my head, but I know absolutely nothing about them. Once I forced them to talk about themselves,  and they simultaneous lied about their past and told me accurate trivia facts I don’t remember learning.”

Like she’s so proud of herself... I love my babee girl... I’m so proud!!

Thank you.

Heeeey, I was really nice just then! Did you see? No?

Anybody else wants to talk about the god and goddess of love Nino Lahiffe and Alya Cesaire???

what if the miraculous transformation doesn't change underwear and adrien gets revealed because the buttflap came open and nino is like "I don't know anyone else who wears custom ladybug boxers"

“Property of Ladybug” scrawled across his heiney with a picture of her winking

Reblog if you also ship Gabrison (Gabriel Agreste/Hard criminal time for domestic terrorism)