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throat
She didn’t have time to read the person right now, her mind was set on blocking them off from the loudening threat. Outstretching her arms, she twisted her body away from the rubble and trash. Kaede looked right at whoever was approaching them.
Her heart slammed into her throat.
That wasn’t a person.
flower
The spring heat today was stronger than usual; she made sure to keep her meek steps under the chilly shade of the school building. The garden’s trees, veiled by the warm shadow, were twiggy and sparse, and the flowers were a bit shrivelled at the tips of their petals.
dust
Bright blue light flashed from behind the creature, and slowly the crystals on its body began eroding into a dark fog. Its body was crumbling into dust; curving, twisting thin trails of mist faded into the dull orange of the late evening. It thumped onto the rock.
song
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ARCANA — chapter three excerpt.
hello ! i have been inactive for god knows how long due to schoolwork piling up :”) very sorry for not saying anything about that :”)))
shfjbsjd but i’ll do my best to start posting more excerpts and updates on my wip(s) !!! so here’s a scene from the draft for arcana<33
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Haku told her to close her eyes, and she did. After hearing a deep and focused breath, Kaede felt five, cold and slender fingers touch the side of her neck. The tips gingerly curled around to her nape and their thumb rested under her jaw. Slowly, she felt the remnants of her strength fade from her body.
The world drifted further from her body by the second. Soon Kaede was caught in Haku’s cloaked arms. Energy was sapped away from as far as her toes and fingertips. Their loose embrace felt as comfortable as pillows and the icy water around her bare feet soothing and kind. Before the final slivers of her consciousness left her, a distant voice reached her ears.
“Please Kaede—”
“—make the choice you won’t regret.”
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SUNLIT MAGE– excerpt: Hikaru and the cat
A snippet from chapter 5, which will be out on Tapas on Wednesday. Because we all love a good talking kitty cat, right?
A chirping meow snapped him out of his thoughts, and Hikaru paused. A tabby cat was standing only a few meters away, its bushy tail held aloft in greeting, gold eyes looking straight up at him.
Hikaru should be surprised, but he really wasn’t. The school grounds were heavily warded, but anyone had yet to invent a warding spell capable of keeping out cats. They were creatures of the barrier, and the very magic that held back others was their natural habitat.
“Hello,” Hikaru said softly, crouching down and instinctively slipping into his mother tongue. “What’s your name?”
The cat padded soundlessly closer, letting out another meow. He had only half expected to understand it, but in the end he wasn’t too surprised when he did.
“Finally, a human I can communicate with,” the cat said with a dry undertone to its voice. “You have no idea how tiring it is, hearing nothing but kissy noises and ‘pspsps’ all day long.”
Hikaru couldn’t help it; he cracked a small smile. “People are tiring, aren’t they?”
“A little, yes, but quite endearing in their stupidity. And at least they feed me.” The cat looked at him expectantly. “You don’t have any food for me, do you?”
At home Hikaru had always carried cat treats around in his pockets for when he spoke to the neighborhood cats. Here, however, he patted his pockets in vain. “Sorry,” he said. “I didn’t expect to meet a cat here.”
“That’s on you, human. You should always expect to meet a cat anywhere.” Sitting down, the cat scratched its ear, then began to clean its fur. “But since I’ve missed speaking to humans, I’ll let it slide this once.”
“Sorry,” Hikaru said again. “Thank you.”
The cat’s whiskers twitched in what might have been amusement. “So where do you come from, little speaker?” it asked. “They don’t seem to have any humans with your skill around here.”
There hadn’t really been anyone back in Tokyo either—at least, anyone Hikaru knew—but he didn’t say that. “I’m from Japan,” he said.
“Hm. Not a bad country. Very fond of cats.” The cat paused its grooming routine. “By the way, can you speak to other animals too?”
Hikaru gave a nod. “I can speak to foxes, dogs, birds…”
“Birds? Excellent.” The cat got back up. “Tell the sparrows in the yard they don’t have to be scared of me, I’m not going to eat them. Not enough meat on their bones.”
Experience told Hikaru that cats were excellent and shameless liars, so he probably shouldn’t believe that and neither should the birds. But to avoid drawing the cat’s anger, he inclined his head in agreement anyway. “Okay,” he said. “I will do that.”
The cat suffered him to pet it for a moment in return, then trotted off in search of a sunny spot to nap in. Hikaru felt a little lighter already. Humans didn’t tend to like him much, true, but on the bright side, at least he was better with animals than anyone else.
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Excerpt from Sunlit Mage chapter 4.
Fellas, is it gay to obsess and feel jealousy over a guy who bested you one (1) time?
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Snippet from JELLIE chapter 45. Or, the one where I roast Nate Fairweather and Elise Jamieson all in one fell swoop.
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Meet Sol, Finnian’s teammate from the flying team. They only came to me this afternoon, but I think I’m keeping them.
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He was just about to head off to the locker room and change into his racing clothes when something caught his eye. A movement in the air, a blur, a shadow; and before he knew it he had paused, turning back towards the racing grounds to watch.
The sky was blue. The air was clear, and far above him, a person darted through the skies. Speeding through the course, dodging the obstacles, the slim figure seemed to be riding on the wind itself, pressed close to the broomstick in a flawless, elegant form. The rider had their broom under perfect control, all but dancing through the air, completing the obstacle course with weightless grace while still radiating a fierce, burning ambition.
Finnian stood mesmerized, his own errand forgotten. The world came to a standstill, and even his breathing paused, his whole self, his entire being focused only on the solitary rider alone.
Pleasing descriptions aside, I love this bit because Finnian’s first impression of his future arch-rival that he’s gonna spend half the book hating is that he’s basically enamored with him. It’s so deliciously ironic and insulting and honestly, he’s such a brat that he deserves it.
chapter one - EXCERPT
cws for: cigarettes, implied body horror, whatever is going on w agent frankenstein
The footsteps behind him say it all; he has no reason to glance back when the pattern is familiar, and so he simply waves his cigarette around, ashes flicking down to start the long journey to the pavement, which they will inevitably dissolve before hitting. “What do you want, Frankenstein?”
Agent Frankenstein is also a product of the A.R.C. Program, but there are many who think that doesn’t sit right. Productdoesn’t feel right when a man like Frankenstein would never allow himself to be considered a commodity; as one of five Agents in the entire organization, which is the elite of over four million people, he ishis own creator. “Checking up on you, Nines. Is there anything you wish to tell me?”
“Nothing I can think of.”
“I don’t recall you smoking.”
Nickei snickers, bringing the cigarette back up to his lips. It isn’t that he’s a smoker: he tries to stay away from the damn things as much as possible, but sometimes, his thoughts lead him here. Or a particularly difficult mission.
But today is an anniversary, and for that, he’ll allow himself an indulgence in his bad habit. “I don’t recall you caring.”
Frankenstein shakes his head, sitting cross-legged next to Nickei, his lab coat billowing in the wind. It’s the kind of wind that won’t affect the people down there, but will take out the weak-willed from this high up: another test and another leveled-playing field, Nickei supposes. “You’re strange, kid. You know that, don’t you?”
“Can’t say I’ve ever been told that before. What do you want?”The first half of the sentence is doused in so much sarcasm that Nickei has a hard time pretending it isn’t there, the second half snarled as he holds out the cigarette.
Frankenstein takes it, pinching it out between his already-discolored fingers. Between chemicals and burns and bleach, Nickei doesn’t know how the Agent still has feeling there, but he isn’t one to pry into a story that isn’t his. “We’re reopening a case.”
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