Prompt: Blood on your hands, they say, as though it stops there; at your wrist, like a glove. As though you could do this, and there could be any part of you that wasn't stained or dripping.
"Blood on your hands they say," Angelica said. She stared at her hands, as if literally seeing the blood dripping from her hands and would never recover from the sight. She shook her head with a scoff. "As though it stops there," she sniffed as tears began to fall down her face, "At your wrist, like a glove." She broke her glance from her hands and up at Jeremiah, who was sitting next to her. "As though you could do this." She turned her attention back to the dead body laying at her feet. "And there could be any part of you that wasn't stained or dripping." She would never get over what she had done. There would never be a part of her that wasn't dripping in blood. She would always be stained. She was forever changed because of what she had done, and she could never get over it. Jeremiah gently pulled Angelica into his shoulder and held her tightly as she fell apart.
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Prompt: I need more sleep
Jeremiah looked down at Angelica as she slept. He didn't think he had ever seen her so quiet before, so calm, so peaceful. She needed this. She needed to sleep. He pulled the blanket up closer around her, thankful that he was able to give her this peace. Prompt: I wondered how it would feel to be touched and not be afraid.
She looked over to Jeremiah. He looked so upset that she had flinched as their hands grazed. "I'm sorry," Jeremiah said softly, looking down at his hands guiltily, upset that he had caused her pain, even though he hadn't meant to. "It's okay," Angelica said softly. She withdrew her hands, holding them close to her body so they wouldn't run the risk of being touched again. She looked over at Jeremiah, her heart aching for the fact that she had upset him, that by flinching she had hurt him. She hated hurting people - and she didn't want to hurt Jeremiah. He had been such a life line for her. He had protected her. He had cared for her. He had taken care of her. She didn't want to cause him pain. She looked over at him as he turned his attention to something else to avoid the awkwardness that had settled into the room. As she looked at him, she couldn't help but wonder what it would feel like to be touched and not feel afraid. What would it feel like to be able to be touched and not wonder how much pain she would have to endure with the touch, to know, without a doubt, that the touch would be gentle, caring. She wondered what that was like. Maybe Jeremiah could help her find out. Prompt: "What's our exit strategy?" / "Our what?" / 'Oh no, we're gonna die."
Aiden winced as he licked his busted lip. He had risked everything to bring Sasha back home to him, to save her. And now, all he had to show for his efforts was a busted lip and a swollen hand. Sasha was still missing. Putar was dead, and his entire world was falling to pieces. The hangman adjusted the ropes around the men’s necks. Aiden could feel Allen’s eyes on him, and knew that it held that accusation that this whole thing was his fault. Aiden moved his eyes toward an object in the distance, ignorning the glare burning into him from the other side. “This is all your fault,” Allen whispered. “I know,” Aiden said, glancing back to Allen quickly, before glancing away again. “So, what's our exit strategy?" “Our what? “You don’t have an exit strategy? We're gonna die!" “Well, sorry, I didn’t think we’d wind up getting kidnapped and hanged. This isn’t exactly how I planned on things playing out.” “Quiet!” the hangman ordered. “Why?” Aiden asked, “You’re going to kill us anyway, why should we be silent? I’ll say whatever I want to say. I’m dead anyway.” The hangman turned to Lauralie. She gave a slight nod of her head, telling her minion that it was time to end their lives. Prompt: She was a soldier with a stone-cold heart. A warrior when she fought. A goddess when she smiled. Kings have fallen across the ages for such a smile. A smile made to destroy worlds and rebuild them. A smile worth dying for.
Allen looked at Felicia as her auburn hair blew in the wind as she fought, the sword glistening in the light. Felicia was a soldier with a stone-cold heart. She was an absolute warrior when she fought, no one could beat her. She was a goddess when she smiled. Kings had fallen across the ages for such a smile. He had fallen for such a smile. It was a smile that destroyed worlds, a smile that could rebuild them. It was a smile worth dying for. Prompt: "Oh my, what have I done to deserve such a beautiful smile?"
Angelica saw Jeremiah from across the room. Her heart leapt in her chest and she could feel her mood rising sky high. With all the elation rushing through her body, she couldn't help but run over to him and throw her arms around his neck, jumping lightly into his arms. She pulled away with a peck on his cheek and smiled at him with a smile that lit up her entire face. "Oh my," Jeremiah laughed, "What have I don't to deserve such a beautiful smile?" "You showed up," Angelica said. If that's all it took, Jeremiah vowed to show up all the time. Prompt: I wish I could have stayed in your life, but I was too much and not enough at the same time.
Angelica looked over at Kyle. Her heart was breaking. She wished she could have stayed in his life. She wished they could have been end game, the couple that made it, but it wasn't to be. She had been too much and not enough at the same time. Prompt: Ten years sat on her with all the weight of a century.
Chilly made her way up the stairs to where Felicia sat. Ten years sat on Felicia with all the weight of a century. Ooh....I am so down for this prompt!
It was a random choice one. Is it weird that when I think of a perfect first kiss (and in a lot of my first kiss scenes that I write) I have some kind of question before the kiss? Like a consent to kiss? Prompt: Random prompt generator - first kiss edition Flip a coin: Heads - it was a first kiss fail Tails - it was a magical first kiss Flip again: Heads - it was in public (in front of people) Tails - it was in private Roll 2 dice: 2 - at a party 3 - In a car 4- Make-up after a verbal fight 5 - in hiding (from life threats or awkward encounters 6 - in water (lake?) 7 - among plants or trees 8 - in the kitchen 9 - in the middle of a street 10 - on a horse 11 - on a couch 12 - make-up after a physical fight I got: A magical first kiss, in public (in front of people) at a party Angelica sat in the corner of the room, looking at everyone else having fun. The person she had come with, the honoree of this party, had disappeared within the crowd. Everyone wanted to talk to him, everyone wanted to congratulate him. Everyone was buzzing around him. It was a place that he seemed to thrive in, yet Angelica knew better. He was far from comfortable in a crowd, and events like this were draining. He would go home and sleep for a week after a day like today. She glanced around the room and spotted him. He was scanning the room. She stared at him, waiting for his eyes to find her, and when he did, he gave me the 'help me' signal. She smiled lightly and nodded her head slightly to confirm that she had gotten the message. She got to her feet and began to make her way over to his side. Once at his side, she smiled at the people that were surrounding him and gently patted his arm. "Sorry to interrupt," she said softly, as if just trying to speak to him, but making it loud enough that the people around him could hear as well, "But we have to get going, you have to catch your plane." "Yes, of course," he smiled over at her, his eyes full of gratitude. He made his excuses to the people surrounding him, and grabbing Angelica's hand, they went to his car. The moon was full and bright and lit the way nicely. People mingled around the parking lot, not quite ready to go back inside or quite ready to leave. With his hand on the small of her back, he led her to her car. She turned, pressing her back up against the car in order to give him a hug. "Thank you," Jeremiah said, embracing her. "You looked like you could use some help," Angelica shrugged. "I did," Jeremiah admitted. He looked down at her. The moon was casting a silvery glow on Angelica's face, making her seem other worldly. He took her hands in his and leaned closer to her, leaning his forehead up against hers, their lips a breath away from touching. He closed his eyes, breathing in the moment. Angelica leaned closer in anticipation. "I really," Jeremiah said, pausing his lips trajectory, "Really," he said, breathlessly. He opened his eyes. He wanted to see Angelica's face. He brushed his hand down her cheek, slipping a piece of hair behind her ear as he did so. "Want to kiss you," he kept his hand at her neck, bringing her lips closer, but still not touching as he waited for a response from Angelica. "What's stopping you?" Angelica asked, equally as breathless. As she spoke, she closed the distance between their lips, giving him a gentle peck on the lips. Taking that as permission to kiss her, Jeremiah deepened the kiss, gently taking his time. He had been waiting a long time for this moment, and he wasn't about to rush it now. Just because I really like this scene, because Hunter <3....it could be a first kiss fail, in front of people, with plants lol Carrie was different. Saralee and Felicia, well they were family, and Aiden and Allen felt just like any other soldier that needed to be trained, but Carrie wasn’t like that. Carrie didn’t belong in this kind of world. He didn’t want her to get hurt. He didn’t want to be the one to be responsible for her pain. He knew he was already responsible for too many people’s pain, and he didn’t want to add Carrie to the list. Carrie grabbed his arm, stopping him in his tracks, “That’s not an answer. You’re the best of the best, everyone says so. I want help. I’m the one who asked for it. You can place any blame on me that you want, but teach me!” She was so close to him. He could smell her skin. She smelt like sunshine, of spring and new beginnings. Hunter didn’t think, he simply reacted. He pushed her up against the wall of the training arena, causing her to lose her breath. She was so beautiful standing there in front of him, with her light brown hair hanging loosely around her shoulders, her green eyes sparkling with both confusion and excitement. Her lips were so glossy, so kissable. Hunter wanted to taste those lips. He leaned in closer. Carrie’s heart was beginning to skip beats. Her breathing was heavy and full of anticipation. She didn’t have the capability to form any thoughts. All she could do was react. Hunter was leaning closer, she could feel his breath on her face. She wanted to lean in and kiss him. Hunter was the first to come to his senses. His head cleared quickly as frustration at himself for what he had gotten himself into forced its way through the fog of passion. He couldn’t believe he had just done that. He couldn’t believe he had let himself get so close to kissing her. He kicked himself for his lack of judgement and his own stupidity for letting it get so far out of hand. As suddenly as he had pushed Carrie against the wall, he backed away. He couldn’t let this go any further than it already had. It was too dangerous. Being a part of his life was too dangerous and the closer you got to him, the more dangerous your life would become. If he allowed this to go any further she would become a walking target. He couldn’t do that. Not to her. Carrie’s heart plummeted to the ground as Hunter pulled even further away when Carl and James walked into the training arena with Felicia and Allen on their heels. Aiden brought up the rear, looking like a child who had to watch someone else play with his toys while he was in time out. Felicia stared at Hunter until their eyes met. Felicia’s eyes narrowed in question as she darted her glance over at Carrie and then back at Hunter. Asking him without words what had just happened. Hunter simply shook his head. There was nothing to be said, and now was not the time. Prompt: They look at each other like they were almost lovers, like they should have kissed and made love and laughed in bed together, but they chose to stay friends instead. They look at each other with what ifs and could haves and hearts full of regret.
Angelica and Jeremiah looked over at each other and smiled bashfully but didn't say a word to each other, in a look like they were almost lovers, like they should have kissed and escorted each other to bed. they looked at each other like they would wake up in the morning and laugh as they laid in bed together. But they did none of that. Instead of being lovers, they stayed friends. They smiled at each other, laughed with each other, more than friends, but never crossing that line, looking at each other with what ifs and could haves, always wondering, always an almost. |
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