This Is Awesome, They’re A Really Talented Writer- So Enjoy!
This is awesome, they’re a really talented writer- so enjoy!
Suggested by @pictishdolphinbookworm22
"This is your fault." Silver whined. He lay on his back staring up at the ceiling of the cell. He'd start whining about the filth on his suit when he sat up again. Vale leant his forehead on the bars and slowly exhaled. "You just have to poke your nose in, don't you."
"And you have to break the law, don't you?" Vale sighed. "Should I just give up and pretend that you don't exist?" Silver shot up, sitting bolt up right.
"Why on earth would... What have I been laying in?"
"Four years of dust and dirt. I hypothesise that these rooms flood when the river gets too high, like it did after the storm we had two weeks ago. Hence why the floor is still damp and the plaster is damaged. Four years of dust and dirt, mildew and whatever the river dragged in."
"Ugh. You could have stopped with dust." He climbed to his feet and joined Vale at the bars. "What are you looking at?"
Vale turned to him. "A nuisance." Silver blinked slowly, like a cat.
"How rude."
"I apologise if it hurts to hear the truth." Vale replied, looking away from him. "I'm trying to work out how to get us out of here since you're more worried about your clothes." Silver ran his hand over the shoulder of his suit and wrinkled his nose in disdain at the filth that clung to his fingers. He stared at his hand, and then at Vale's shoulder, and then back down to his hand. He smeared the dirt off and onto Vale's sleeve. Vale jumped back.
"What on earth are you doing?"
"My hand was dirty."
"Your face will be dirty if you keep this up." Vale hissed. "Will you shut up so that I can get us out of here? Or do you want to remain in this cell forever?"
"And spend my days with you? Yes please." Vale muttered something under his breath that seemed to rhyme with 'Silver you piece of quit.' not that Vale would often use such profanity when there were people to hear him, but sometimes the situation, or person, called for it. As long as Winters couldn't hear to call him a hypocrite.
"Have you tried the door handle?" Silver suggested, before trying it himself.
"You're a genius." Vale snapped when the handle wouldn't even budge. "What's your next solution? Turning semi corporeal and slipping through the bars?"
"How stupid do you think I am?" Silver asked, before. "Nevermind. Don't answer that." Vale rolled his eyes.
"Now, unless you have any bright ideas, please be quiet."
"Shout for help."
"Pardon?"
"Shout for help. Tell them I'm not breathing or something and the guard will come to investigate and open the door."
"Why would that work?"
"I saw it in a movie."
"A what?" He sighed.
"Get Winters to show you." Silver said. "Do you want to try that then?"
"I suppose that it wouldn't hurt. You'll have to lay on the floor again."
"I'm already dirty, a little more won't kill me. Hopefully." Silver said, he sat down where he had been before, before carefully laying down with his back to the cell bars. Vale took a deep breath.
"Guard! Guard! He's not breathing!" He waited and a guard started to slowly stroll closer. "He's going to die. What have you done to him?" The guard peered through the bars.
"Will you be quieter if he's dead?" The guard asked. Vale glowered at him. "Our instructions were to keep you here. Nothing about keeping you ali-" Vale's hand shot through the bars and grabbed a fistful of his hair, using it to slam the man's head against the metal bars until he went limp and Vale released him to fall to the ground.
"That works too, I suppose." Silver said, getting up, he went to brush the dirt off himself before remembering. Vale rifled through the guards pockets, finding a small flick knife, a pistol and the keys. The cell key was the sixth that he tried.
"Let's get out of here."
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cr.
And constantly only a minute away from being murdered. There’s the small issues of the thieving, the mercenaries, the scheming but yeah, no major bad points.
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Silver: i, personally, am tragically funny and good-looking
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Vale: We're not gonna burn it
Irene: C'mon dude, you never let me burn anything
Ooh, super pretty. I relate too hard to Kai right now. Yes, all the sexual tension, let’s go!
Kai and Irene dancing a tango during some book heist or another and it's like 90% sexual tension and flirting poorly disguised as them discussing work and 10% them actually discussing the work
It goes off without a hitch but Kai needs a veeeeery cold shower afters.
Like if you agree
Such a Silver move!
Silver: Yeah, we're best friends, but I would totally fuck you if you asked.
Vale: what
Irene: [eating chips as she watches from the background] he said she'd fuck you if you asked.
Ooh, I bloody love crumble.
My ugly daughter is fuuuucking delicious
Aww, this is sweet and explains pretty thoroughly Irene’s sudden decrease in productivity! Thanks for sharing, I really enjoyed it.
Kissing prompts 13 and 16
"I'm trying to work, stop distracting me."
"I thought you liked it when I kissed you." Irene slowly exhaled and wished the room was several degrees colder. She toyed with her pen and did not look up at Kai. "You could do with a break."
"I doubt I'll get back to work if I had a break down." She muttered. "I would not complain if you brought up a cup of tea for me though." He smirked.
"So, I'm a very good distraction?" Kai carefully tucked hair behind her ear, stroking the tip of his finger along her skin, over her forehead first, and then down her neck. Irene couldn't suppress a shiver. "I'll take that as a compliment."
"You're incorrigible." Kai shrugged.
"You wouldn't love me if I changed. How about we come up with a deal?" He put his hand on top of hers and took the pen, leaning back and playing with it, spinning it around his fingers.
"Let's hear it." Irene sighed, she wasn't going to be getting any work done if he didn't leave her alone. He was a very good (irritating) distraction. She sat back in her chair, turning it slightly to face him.
She had a large desk tucked against a window so that she could get some of the meagre natural light that made its way through, and if not, the street lamps and her desk lamp did the trick. Right now, Kai's face was thrown into sharp profile by her desk lamp and she wanted to trace the lines of his cheeks with her fingers.
"You put the work away for the rest of today and I'll leave you alone tomorrow afternoon."
"What about the morning?"
"Oh, sweetheart." He swept his eyes over her before leaning in and dropping his voice low. "You're going to need a nice, long lay in once we're done tonight."
Irene swallowed.
"Deal."
I've done 16 before, I'll see if I can find you a link, I'd do it again, but I'm really not in the mood for anything like that right now
This sounds so awesome! That’s a really fascinating concept, I get the involuntary historical accuracy though, it’s a bit of a pain.
Me: is writing a book set in an alternate reality in the late 19th century but weird with werewolves and steampowered everything
Also me: When were lifts invented so I can make it historically accruate?
YOUR MAIN CHARACTER HAS A FUCKING MAGICAL ROBOT ARM, SHE CAN GET IN A FUCKING LIFT IF SHE WANTS TO!!!!!!!!!!!!
Wow, that’s gut-wrenching. This is Evangeline, right? I’m really enjoying all the little titbits of your ocs that we’re getting, can’t wait to read the actual story.
Stay was always the hardest word.
No one had ever stayed.
Her mother dead for going on twenty years.
Her father ignoring her for work.
Lovers who left and friends who died.
None of them ever stayed when she asked, when she begged in sheer desperation, willing them to stop leaving. To stop breaking her heart.
But it never worked.
Stay was the hardest word.
It was a broken promise or a hollow platitude that they didn’t really care for.
No one had ever stayed until she had stopped asked and stopped hopping.
Klaus didn’t understand the way that her voice cracked as she whispered “Don’t leave yet.” He didn’t understand her inability to look him in the eyes or why she thickly swallowed a sudden lump in her throat, feeling naustead as anxiety welled up, preparing for him to walk away.
“Of course I’ll stay.” He said softly. “Why don’t you show me around your kitchen and I will make both of us a cup of tea, I think that you need it.”
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