Ayo~ I’m new here and decided to introduce myself in writer-fashion. ^^
Here are lines from the stories that never were. Or barely were.
[“Why does Cassi get it?” Cimmerian pouted.
“Because he’s too cute to dispute.” Suha winked.
Cim opened his mouth. Closed it. Considered.
As one, they leered at the blushing Wizard.]
[“I wish,” He began slowly, “that I had the self-preservation to regret this.”]
[“Every time the world knocks you down, you have to get back up smiling. It might take days, months, years, but you get back up. Every time life spits in your face and kicks you to the curb, you clean yourself off and find your way back again. Every time the world confronts you with evil, rubs it in your face and forces you to confront it, you return it with good. It might be the hardest thing you’ve ever done, you ever will do. You might feel despair and fear and rage. But every time, you return it with a little more good. No matter how small, how seemingly insignificant. Because even if you never see it, you can feel it. You’ve made the world a better place in the long run. Just with one act of kindness. And isn’t that worth it all in the end? That- that’s what I truly believe.”]
[“Truth is, there’s rarely a time when I don’t feel like crying, but if I started, I don’t think I’d ever stop. Besides, for every thing there is to cry over, there are so many things to smile about, right? There’s so much to be thankful for, that’d I’d probably end up crying of happiness instead.”
“What is there to be thankful for in this situation?!”
“You, for example.” She smiled that damnable angelic smile.
There went his heart.]
[“Ran, what’s wrong?”
Orange swiped at his eyes. “I saw a man so beautiful I started crying.” He deadpanned.
Yellow sighed. “Stop looking in the mirror then.”
He smirked when Orange started crying again.]
[“His heart’s in the right place,” The Queen tried earnestly.
“It’s in the wrong place entirely.” Ephraim muttered darkly.
“I’m inclined to believe he misplaced it altogether.” Iramis added cheerfully.]
[“I love you.” Howlite said offhand, like he was remarking on the weather instead of admitting to a deadly, possibly irreversible affliction.
Xoe winced. “My bad.”]
[“Don’t flatter yourself.” Nikephoros arched a brow. “It’s not like I lay awake at night thinking about you.”
Nike lay awake, arms crossed behind his head. The inescapable scent of mangoes lingered in the air, and a rare serene smile lightened normally stoic features.
The ceiling fan whirred softly, the rhythmic ticking of the clock on the wall the only other sound disturbing such a peaceful night.
Nikephoros connected the cracks on his ceiling, forming a face from the random patterns. A painfully familiar face. A smiling face. A painfully familiar smiling face that had never completely left his thoughts since that morning.
And then he realized.
Nikephoros bolted upright, eyes wide and heart twisting.
[It’s strangely comforting, he thinks, that the sunset should remain the same while the world below warps and changes into something unrecognizable. The churned earth is stained in what seems to be more red than the dying sunlight can provide. It streaks his glasses, soaks into the ruined knees of his jeans, sticks his hair to his face and coats shaking hands.
Coda is so sick of red.
But still he watches the red-orange-yellow of the sun and its rays on the distant tree studded horizon. Refuses to look away even as it stings his tired eyes in silent rebuke and gathers up its warmth to leave him to the mercy of the cold moonlight. This, at least, is familiar.
Not exactly the staring desperately into the sun as if it would fix all his problems part- But the fact that the sun is even setting at all when the world seems to have tilted on its axis. It’s become a sort of ritual for him- Watching the sun set with the hope and faith that it would rise again. That he would live to see it, watch it glide into the sky and know that he’d survived another day. Another rise and fall.
“In a way, the night and day cycles are a miracle of their own-”
“Are you seriously going to do that here?” A very familiar and painfully annoying voice interrupts his evening monologue. (What? He was lacking in intelligent conversation lately) ]
["-It’s also a miracle that I haven’t killed you in your sleep yet." Coda deadpans, not bothering to acknowledge the bane of his existence since he was sixteen. Partly out of ire and partly because he’s so exhausted that he couldn’t move if he tried.
“Why in my sleep? Coward.” A scoff as the winds shift and chill. There are no other signs of approach. Sparrow barely walks anymore. “Why don’t you try to kill me when I’m awake? It’d be more fun.”
Coda closes his eyes with a soft groan because that didn’t just sound like an invitation. Sparrow regularly invites murder attempts on his person the way an overly friendly neighbor invites strangers to her barbecue.]
I’m enjoying reading through everyone’s submissions~ You’re all so skilled with words~!
(Also yes they really are referred to by color. Or gemstone…)