Last Line Tag 30

Thanks for the tags @nectargrapesand@did-i-do-this-write! From Masks and Trust (to no surprise, because Shiny).

The entirety of Vega sinks, tungsten anchors plummeting to the sea floor.

Because she can see it, now. The point Celeste is making. It’s chills her ache enough that it withers, too worn and shriveled to hurt.

It’ll make her guilt for leaving worse, if she forgives her. And there’s logic to it. What would it say, if one of the most beloved heroes forgave one of the worst villains? It’s reasonable, that line of thought, and it’s dull arrows shooting clean through her shoulders.

“It makes you forgiving,” she tries to argue, her voice damp with the weakness of it. “What’s more heroic than that?”

Tagging (no pressure and anyone feel free to hop in): @magefaery@canonicallypuzzled@carefulpyro@northernrosewritingsand@onceuponanaromantic

Last Line Tag 29

Thanks for the tag @thanatostouch! Have the last lines from Mask and Trust (the coffee shop arc/piece, still. They are refusing to shut up and part ways).

Vega nods, pinned in place by the weight sitting heavy on her chest. “Good,” she says lightly. “That’s—” she stumbles over the delicacy of structuring her tone so it doesn’t come across too hard. “I’m glad,” she says, “that you can appreciate the gesture.”

Celeste offers a wavering smile. “Of course. I always appre…” reality striking her expression, memory igniting at mention of remembrance and the past. What’s left of the gentle atmosphere saps through the hesitance. She clears her throat. “I’ve always seen your kindness.”

Vega’s lips press flat as she inclines her chin just barely enough to classify being a nod, weak acknowledgement to the statement that may no longer ring true — is she still seeing it now, even through her fear? Will she still see it tomorrow and in the rest of whatever future is left (because the certainty has melted, is lost as if it was never around, cotton candy in a downpour).

Tagging:@winterandwords@vividly-creative@featherswrites@2boldlyqueerand@deciphered-narrator

Raev’s Last Line

Thanks for the tag @writingamongther0ses

The phoca were hounds in as much as Thessa was a dryad; both shared similar functions and magic, but to call them such would be a lie. Thessa called bark and thorns to her protection like a tree, but was bound to an entire forest, not merely one heartwood. And the phoca, while possessing sharp teeth and keen noses, were about as far from land dwelling canids as a creature could get and still be loosely called “hound”.

Their eyes were fathomless black depths, dark and cold like a shark, not the warm, inviting selkie brown she knew from their allies. Their skin was also sharklike, but it was stretched over bodies with long limbs and powerful muscles, a thin webbing in between the fore and hind legs. Somewhere between a bat and a manta, the phoca were the hunting partners of mers.

And they were leading their masters right to them

Tagging back @lordkingsmith@loopyhoopywrites@catharticallysarcastic and YOU!

Last line tag

I was tagged by @athenixrose. Thanks for the tag.

An attempted attack on a diplomat during a fundraising gala. According to the organizer, it was a meeting of high-ranking politicians, diplomats and possible lobbyists. There will probably only be an unofficial guest list.

I’m leaving this as an open tag.

Thank you for always thinking of me, @wordspin-shares!

Rules: Post the last line you wrote (from any WIP) and tag the same number of people as there are words.

If the kid wanted to blow her ears out and be deaf by forty, that was her own problem. But she could’ve picked some better music for the job.

From my SPN WIP Legacy…Three guesses as to whose POV this is from! XD

I definitely can’t tag 30 people, so I’ll leave this one open to anyone who wants to give it a go! :)