Odd snippets from things I’ve been working on over the last few months.
My story starts – and ends – with scars.
“Your ancestors came down here.” Janny’s eyes widened at Will’s words, and she trod more reverentially on the next step. Her ancestors had walked down here! “Although they probably came down on the lift,” Will added, shattering her dreams. “Less hassle.”
The ghost-memory of your kisses on my lips-
“I trust thou shalt shortly remove thine unseemly wit from my lady’s vicinity.”
I crave the silence when there is only noise.
“I know what iron does to you.” His voice is a flat monotone. “I know what monsters you can field, but the human world has fire, and steel, and men. I will tear your dominion down around you if you harm something of mine. Do you understand me?”
And what then? What if I’m always broken? If there are always cracks and jagged edges and scars that you’ve made? Are you not going to accept me again until you can’t dig your fingers into a scar?
“There you are! I’m glad you’re safe.”
Save the last dream / for me?