Early Chapter Release, Anyone?

Early chapter release, anyone?

WIP Wednesday/Snippet Someday

A big HUGE thank you to everyone who's been tagging me in stuff while I've been out on vacation!!! I'm finally back, and I have so much to catch up on! (I'll be trying to post every single one of those tag games and asks as soon as possible!)

Please have a snippet of Chapter 7, going up this Sunday 9/8!!! I know some have been looking forward to it (you have no idea how over the moon that makes me!!!)

Anywho, please enjoy this hefty offering!

“His rules were absolute- it’s why I can't turn you into a vampire, Ofelia. I’m only a spawn- I’ve no freedom or thoughts of my own. I was nothing but a slave, forced to survive on vermin and hide from the sun. To enact his twisted will on the city without any say- he had total control of me and my siblings, I was on a leash at all times,” He barks a laugh, her eyes wide and her voice dead in her throat. “Then I was abducted and this is the best thing that’s ever happened to me- I can’t feel him constantly choking me, constantly watching me. This parasite may have stolen you all away from whatever lovely lives you’ve been living, but for me…” His voice is strong and deep, her chest caving in as she listens. “It’s the best thing that's happened to me since I died.”

She sits silently for a while, her mind a cyclone of emotion. Pity, compassion, sadness. All of it swirls around inside until they lock eyes again. He doesn’t look receptive to a tearful hug or anything of that sort, but she mouths the I’m sorry that’s been echoing in her skull since his pained confession. His jaw clenches and he nods sharply before looking away again, her tongue heavy in her mouth.

“You just have to ask me, and I’ll give.” She says, twisting her fingers around. That look of surprise is on his face again, in his eyes. It fills her with some kind of purpose- she’s not been able to do much in combat here, or really offer their party that much… but at least she can do this. At least she can give someone a hand. At least this way she can be useful.

“Why? Why do you offer so freely? What’s in it for you?” She stills at his words, the razor edge of wariness making her chest ache. Oh distrust, the ever flighty bird she’d once grown accustomed to.

“Nothing’s really in it for me, Astarion. I’d just like to help… I can tell you don’t really care for pity. So let me help in a way you’ll at least appreciate.” She doesn’t look up to meet his eyes. It feels strange somehow, like the things she’s saying are something to be bashful about. She’d do this for anyone. She’d bend over backwards for anyone. She’s just like that.

“You won’t try to suffocate me with embraces and heartfelt words?”

“Can’t promise the latter- space I accept. But you’ll have to put up with me caring.” When she looks up, his head is cocked as he appraises her curiously. His lips twist in discomfort at her mention of “caring”, but otherwise he doesn’t look angry. “If you want to keep drinking from me, you’ll just have to put up with the compassion. Got it?”

“I… suppose.” He grinds out through his teeth, fangs flashing in the sunlight. They’re smaller when he isn’t trying to bite her, just barely peeking out from below his upper lip when he speaks. When he’s about to drink, they’re long- an inch or two, if she’s right.

“Have your eyes always been red?” She asks after some time has passed, mind lingering on some of the finer details.

“No… that’ll be another symptom of vampirism.” He mumbles, and she turns to look at him lazily again.

“What color were they before?” His brow furrows and he looks genuinely lost- almost adrift. It’s replaced by a grim look of anger just as fast as she can blink.

“I don’t remember. I don’t remember a lot of things, actually…” She wants to say something, but he’s so closed off. She can tell he’s barely allowing this bit of conversation between them, and she doesn’t want to press… but she did tell him he’d have to endure a bit of her tender understanding, and what better time to pester him than now?

“I think the red looks really nice,” She says, watching his face stray into awe before settling on confusion. “And the fangs- they look good too. The paleness. It kind of suits you and all that… you’re not going to stop me, are you?” He smirks, lips lifting over one fang, and she can’t tell if he’d always done that or if he’d been hiding it before his identity had been revealed to her. Or if he’s only showing them off because of what she’d just said. Everything feels like a churning ocean in her gut and she doesn’t like the way staring at him twists up her insides and makes her sound stupid. Well. Stupider than usual.

“Do go on, not enough people mention my good looks.”

“Oh, I’m sure you haven’t heard a compliment in ages. Let me pull out all the stops for you.”

“I’m listening,” He analyzes his nails.

“Snobby.” He snickers. “Pretentious.” He grins. “Ungrateful.”

“Now I’m insulted, I came and thanked you, didn’t I?”

“Not since last night.”

“You need another reminder? Greedy.” They’ve leaned in close, so close she can see every pore on his face. She stiffens and pulls back, hiding the warble in her voice with a light cough as she’s sure her cheeks paint her in an embarrassing scarlet.

Tagging all you fine folks- can't wait to catch up on all your updates!

@khywren @verbenaa @inkymoonbunny @ladyduellist @elinorbard @preciouslittlebhaalbae and maaaaaaany mooooore ❤️

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@inkymoonbunny I thought you'd enjoy this post 💜

last six sentences

hello I am alive!!!! I've had a rough go of things lately but I am DETERMINED to pull myself back together and get back to having fun instead of worrying about dumb adult things.

thank you @elinorbard for tagging me! this was a perfect little challenge to get me back into gear. thank you to everyone else who has tagged me the past few weeks in things as well, I appreciate all of you! I'll catch up, just...slowly, haha.

please enjoy these super happy 6 sentences from chapter 8 of to eden, which is in the editing process which means it is ALMOST DONE, and if life is nice to me will be out this weekend ✨

With one last sigh she walks through the flap of her tent, letting it flutter shut behind her as she steps inside the familiar surroundings. It smells like it always does, the same scent of jasmine and honey still hanging in the air, and not a one of her few possessions is out of place—however few of them she has.  But as she drops the corset on the ground, she can’t help but feel that something is missing. Hands come up to cover her face as she presses the heel of her palms into her eyes with a vain hope to rid her mind of such thoughts however there’s no comfort to be found as shapes swirl on the back of her eyelids. If she had any sense at all, she would quit while she was still ahead and could leave somewhat unscathed. Instead, she’ll pull herself back together bit by bit just in time to face the darkness of the morning in this wretched place and pretend everything is just fine, all the while knowing deep down that she will happily keep making the same mistake over and over again and relish it every single time.

I am unsure of who all was tagged in this, sooo I'll tag @khywren @xxnashiraxx @ladyduellist @inkymoonbunny @eraserspiral @roguishcat @kalmiaphlox but no pressure friends, and I'm sorry if any of you have already been tagged!

Reblog if you're okay with receiving asks for backstory info on any/all of your fics.

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Last Six Sentences/WIP Wednesday?

Thank you for tagging me, @verbenaa !! I'm happy to jump back into these- I have more to catch up on, but as I was just writing last night I feel inspired to post! ❤️

The following is from Chapter 8 of With Stars to Fill My Dream! Coming out Sunday! It may be a few more than 6 sentences long pls forgive me ❤️

Their eyes meet and Ofelia’s face twists in anger, fists clenched, one gripping the hilt of her dagger. It’s comforting in her palm, and even the bite of the grip doesn’t dissuade her. The pain grounds her, halts the tilting of her vision, and paves the path toward control. Her breathing trembles out once, and then she takes a deep pull of the air as the sun emerges from the clouds to burn her fear away.

“Sister?” She mutters, gently placing a palm on Astarion’s shoulder to have him move to the side. He obliges, watching intently. “You have the nerve to call me your sister? After everything you’ve done?” Max blinks at her. There’s a flash of uncertainty in his eyes, and it’s just the fuel she needs to dip further into her reservoir of pent-up rage.

Tagging you all, sorry if I doubled up!! You can ignore if so! 😊❤️

@ladyduellist @preciouslittlebhaalbae @inkymoonbunny @khywren @justabiteofspite @sashitf @elinorbard