Prompt: "I think we deserve a soft epilogue, my love. We are good people and we've suffered enough."
Aaron wrapped his arms around Felicia as she leaned up against him, laying her head on his chest as they soaked up the night, possibly their last night together. "I think we deserve a soft epilogue, my love," Aaron said. He placed a kiss on top of her head and held her tighter. "We are good people." Felicia looked up at Aaron and smiled. "And we've suffered, YOU'VE suffered enough." Aaron placed a soft kiss on Felicia's lips. If anyone deserved a soft epilogue, it was Felicia. After all her suffering and all the pain she had gone through, she deserved some peace.
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Thank you all for your patience. The end of the year is crazy with all the holidays and everything going on. I also took an impromptu break from posting during the Thanksgiving weekend so I could really focus on the holiday.
Prompt: Try to catch me now. Ryan put her thumbs in her ears and wiggled them as she stuck out her tongue. "Try to catch me now," she taunted Henry. "I'm going to get you," he exclaimed. "You can't catch me, you can't catch me," she sing-songed. Prompt: Holidays are exhausting Skye closed her eyes. She had never felt so drained before. Holidays were exhausting. Prompt: "What is that supposed to be?" Susan looked at Aaron curiously. "What is that supposed to be?" It didn't look like anything she had ever seen before and it certainly didn't look edible. Prompt: "Things are about to change. Are you ready for that?" / 'No, but it's not like you're giving me a choice."
"Things are about to change," Chileana said, "Are you ready for that?" "No," Dietrick shook his head. He wasn't one for change. He liked his simple life. He liked consistency. "But it's not like you're giving me a choice." That much was true. No one had asked for his permission for things to change, but such was life. He would have to make the best of this. Prompt: "Wait...don't...eat that..."
Saranella was getting hungry. She hadn’t eaten in what seemed like ages. She glanced around, looking for something to eat. Finally, she found something and made her way over to ease her hunger. “Wait!” Milo cried out. He saw Saranella just in time to stop her from putting that in her mouth. “Don’t eat that…” Milo said. “Why not?” Saranella asked, “I’m hungry and it looks good.” Milo looked over at Dietrick. He was extremely pale and was trembling so hard Milo could practically hear Dietrick’s very bones rattling. Dietrick wasn’t going to be able to make it much longer. “Because,” Milo sighed. He had promised to not say anything, to let Dietrick be the one to tell everyone in his way, when he wanted to, but Milo wasn’t about to sit back and watch Saranella be forced to go through the same thing. “That’s what Dietrick took,” Milo explained, “It will kill you.” Prompt: "You are a warrior." / "No, I'm not....not anymore." / "You may have laid down your sword, but you are still the warrior this kingdom needs. Now go and prove it to us."
Aaron put the knife into Felicia's hand. The same knife that she had plunged into Aaron that fateful day. The same knife that had taken his life. The same knife that she had then used to kill the Selmians. It was also the same knife that Mara had used to avenge Felicia's father's death. "You are a warrior," Aaron said quietly. He wrapped Felicia's hand tightly around the handle, and held her hand on it so she couldn't release her hold. "No," Felicia shook her head, "I'm not." She looked down at the knife in her hand as memories of what she had done flooded through her. All the pain and sorrow she had lived with and caused flooded through her body. "Not anymore," she said softly. She wasn't a warrior anymore. She didn't want to be a warrior anymore. "You may have laid down your sword," Aaron said, brushing some loose strands of hair from Felicia's face, "But you are still the warrior that this kingdom needs," he held his hand on her cheek for a minute, "Now go and prove it to us." He gave her a long kiss before pushing her away, knife in hand, to do her duty. To be a warrior. Prompt: Napkins work good too
Dietrick knocked on the door and waited, his breath held, as he wiped his palms once again. “Can I help you?” Carl asked. Dietrick cursed in his mind. He had been hoping that Chilly would open the door. Or Jesse. Or even Cariden would have been a better option than Chilly’s father, Carl. Probably the only person worse than Carl would have been Hunter. “I was um,” Dietrick stammered. His heart felt as if it was about to burst out of his chest and fall onto the floor right in front of Carl. “She’s in the barn,” Jesse said, coming to the door and putting a hand on Carl’s shoulder with a smile. “Thank you,” Dietrick nodded, his face flushing red as he slunk around to the barn. Chileana was cleaning one of the horses when he walked in. He had never seen a horse’s coat look so shiny before. Chilly looked so at peace there, taking care of the horses. It was almost as if she wa spart horse herself. “What are you doing here?” Chileana gasped. She had been so lost in thought that she hadn’t heard him come into the barn. “I just came,” Dietrick stammered, “To um,” he walked closer to her. Dietrick put his hand on hers. He stared at her lips. He looked into her eyes. He loved the way they sparkled. He could look at them all day. “Well?” Chileana asked. She tilted her head to look at him, encouraging him to continue with his reasoning as to why he was there. She almost looked as if she was encouraging him to kiss her, putting her lips right into reach of his. “I just came to,” he brought himself closer to her. He leaned in, ready to kiss her. Their lips drew closer. They were almost touching before Chileana pulled away, taking a step backwards. “What are you doing?” Chileana asked. Her eyes widened and her heart began to beat faster in her chest. “I was just trying to kiss you,” Dietrick said softly. “Oh,” Chileana’s heart continued to hammer inside of her chest. It was so loud that she was surprised that Dietrick couldn’t hear it. “The last time a guy tried to kiss me,” Chilly said in way of explaining her behavior, “It turned out to be a dragon trying to eat my face,” Chilly smiled lightly. “Well,” Dietrick nodded his head with a smile, his eyes twinkling, “While you’re going to have to tell me that story sometime.” He couldn’t wait to hear that story. It sounded like something, that, if it had been an actual story, he would have enjoyed reading. And one he could very easily see Chilly being a part of. “Here’s hoping,” Dietrick continued, “That you have a better experience this time around.” He leaned in closer to Chilly and placed his lips lightly on hers. Chileana was just about to return Dietrick’s kiss when Cariden came into the barn and cleared his throat. “Excuse me,” Cariden said. The two of them jumped back form each other and stared guiltily down at the ground, both of their faces flushing red. “Care to tell me what the two of you were doing?” Cariden asked. His stare told everyone that he knew all too well what they were doing, and he was just trying to make them squirm, which they were. “I was just taking some crumbs off Chileana’s lips,” Dietrick panicked, trying to come up with something to say to the ten year old. Deitrick mentally kicked himself. What kind of idiot thought of that excuse to get rid of a ten year old, or anyone for that matter? No one was that stupid or that oblivious. “With yours?” Cariden said. His tone said that he didn’t believe a word of Dietrick’s excuse and was rather insulted that his sister and her boyfriend thought that he was dumb enough to fall for that lame excuse. “Napkins exist too you know,” Cariden continued. “Napkins are highly overrated,” Dietrick mumbled under his breath as he stared at Chileana. Dietrick couldn’t get his mind off of the kiss. Saranella had been right. ‘Just kissing her already’ seemed to do the trick. Chileana hadn’t punched him, which was a definite plus. Maybe things could work out after all. Cariden stared at his sister and Dietrick with the disgust only a ten year old could have for a couple making out with each other. “Well, can you ‘take crumbs off my sister’s lips’ somewhere away from here?” Cariden asked, “I have chores to do.” “Gladly,” Dietrick nodded, grateful to have an excuse to leave the awkward encounter. Dietrick took Chileana’s hand and practically ran out of the barn. Once they were alone, Dietrick continued what had been interrupted. I've been working on this story a lot lately, so I figured today's prompt would be a simple one for me to do today - especially since I really let the ball drop this weekend.
Prompt: Edit The night had been full of celebration and joy. Everyone had gathered around the newly weds, congratulating their long lost king for his marriage. Hunter had been caught up in a swirm of people, unable to reach Chileana’s side and ask her for a dance, but he knew that his evening wouldn’t be complete without a dance from his Little Nut. “I owe you a dance,” Hunter said, holding his hand out to his niece. Chilly smiled, remembering all the times she would beg and plead with Unter, asking him to dance. He’d graciously allow her to step on his feet as he awkwardly stumbled around the living room. He had never been one to dance too well, but he always gave it his all. “May I cut in,” Dietrick asked halfway through their dance. Hunter looked over at Chilly, trying to gauge her reaction to the thought of dancing with him. If Chilly gave him the word, or even so much as a look, Hunter would be more than willing to tell Dietrick to take a hike and leave her alone. Chilean gave Hunter a slight, almost imperceptible nod of her head, confirming that it would be alright with her if Hunter allowed Dietrick to cut in on their niece and uncle dance. The two could always find each other again for a dance. Reluctantly, Hunter released his hold on Chilly and passed her off to Dietrick, as he walked off the dance floor, he kept his eyes glued to the young couple, waiting for even the slightest of signs from Chilly that he needed to come swooping in to save her. As he watched the two of them dance, his heart constricted. She was no longer the little girl he remembered. No longer the child he had to protect. Gone was the little girl who had danced around the living room with him. Who thought Unter was the only man in the world. “Carl doesn’t like it any more than you do,” Jesse smiled at Hunter’s discomfort slightly. Watching Hunter squirm about his niece’s love life was rather amusing, and she could probably stay there teasing him all night long, but it was his wedding day, so she figured she should be nice to him. She held out her hand, offering to have him guide her around the dance floor. Hunter took it without a word and guided Jesse into a waltz. “She’s an adult now,” Jesse explained as he twirled her around the floor. Hunter’s gaze kept finding Chileana and Dietrick, and he found himself trying to guide Jesse over to the other couple so that he could hear what was going on with the young couple, and so he could be near enough to swoop in and save the day if the need arose. “She’ll be fine,” Jesse assured him. While she was willing to give Hunter som relief, she wasn’t willing to allow him to lead her over to snoop on her daughter. She refused to allow herself to be led closer to her daughter and her daughter’s dance partner, even if that meant taking the lead from Hunter as the occasion needed. “No matter what happens between her and Dietrick, she will be just fine,” Jesse soothed. Once again, Jesse took the lead and guided them away from Dietrick and Chileana, letting the two of them have some much needed space. Hunter grimaced as Jesse spoke. He knew that Jesse was right, but that didn’t mean it didn’t hurt just as badly. Chilly was no longer the little girl he had once known. She was no longer the little girl he would pick up and twirl around with. She wans’t even a little girl any longer. He couldn’t lift her. She wasn’t a child that needed to be protected. Seemingly overnight, Chilean, his Chilly, his Little Nut, had grown from a rambunctious toddler into a headstrong young woman. She was a woman who was able to make her own decisions, a young woman who was perfectly capable of handling herself in any situation. She was old enough to fall in love, and that meant that she was old enough to get her heart broken. But Hunter didn’t want Chileana to have her heart broken. He didn’t want to see her hurting or in pain. He wanted to protect her from all the pain and sorrow that life had to offer, even if it was something as simple, and yet as complex, as a first heartbreak. If Dietrick hurt Chilly, Hunter would kill him. “So,” Chilly said as Dietrick began to guide her around the dance floor, “What do you want?” She had been actively avoiding him since the kiss between Lira and him, and the whole situation at the witch’s den had been the icing on the cake, causing her to avoid even so much as being in the same room with him. She had never felt so embarrassed, so stupid. She couldn’t even look him in the eye, let alone want to be in the same room with him. “I want to talk to you,” Dietrick said simply. Chilean wasn’t sure if that was a good idea. She wasn’t sure she wanted to talk to him, even if he wanted to talk to her. She was sure what was said had just been a heat of the moment kind of thing, and that he hadn’t really meant them, but it didn’t change the fact that they had been said, and now she no longer knew what to do. The thought of being trapped in his arms for an entire dance was a nerve wracking thought and she could think of a million other things that she would rather do, but if she hadn’t accepted the dance, Unter would have asked why and Chileana didn’t want to explain it to Unter even more than she didn’t want to dance with Dietrick. She knew Unter would be on her side. He always was. He would do whatever it took to make her happy, even if that meant punching Dietrick and sending him back to where he came from. Yet Chilly wasn’t sure what it was that she wanted, and until she figured that out herself, she had to keep Unter out of it and keep the peace between the two men in her life, which meant, she had to dance. What is the weirdest or most random compliment you've ever been given?
Prompt: A party your character didn't want to go to. Prompt: That was probably the most random and weirdest compliment I've ever been given. Livianna groaned. She wished more than anything in the world that she didn't have to go to this party. She would rather have her fingernails pulled out one by one than go to this dance. She cursed Laura for her relentlessness in coercing her to go. "You are fit for potatoes," Ashley said with a smile, giving Livianna a hug. "That was probably the most random and weirdest compliment I've ever been given," Livianna smiled back. She knew all too well Ashley's strange love of potatoes, and rather than being offended at being compared to a potato, took it as the compliment it was intended to be, one of the highest order. Prompt: People fall in love without reason, without even wanting to. You can't predict it. That's love.
Chileana glanced at Carrie. At the sight of her almost aunt, Chileana couldn’t help but begin to wonder if Carrie had ever felt the way she did right now. While their situations weren’t exactly the same- after all, Hunter had reciprocated Carrie’s feelings- but he hadn’t admitted it, and he had pushed Carrie away at every opportunity. So, while the feelings were mutual, Hunter had constantly kept her at arm’s length and had refused to let her in, making it seem as if Carrie’s feelings were unreciprocated. So, maybe, just maybe Carrie would be able to understand these familiar pains of feeling as if those deep, loving feelings were hers and hers alone to bear. How had Carrie done it? Even with Hunter pushing her away, even when she had thought that her feelings were unreciprocated, she hadn’t turned away from Hunter. Carrie had continued to watch out for Hunter. She had taken care of him. She had continued to love Hunter, even if she had to do it from afar, realizing that someone or something else would always take precedence over her. She had loved him so much that she had even died for him. As children, she and Lira would beg Jesse to tell Carrie and Hunter’s love story. Lira had always thought that their love story was the most beautiful love story she had ever heard, she loved how similar of a love story it was to the sun and the moon. Carrie had, much like the sun, loved the moon, loved Hunter so much that she had died to let the moon, Hunter, breathe. She had died to keep him alive. Even though her sacrifice only saved his life for a few more days, it had given Hunter enough time to win the war, and for Lira it had been the most beautiful thing in the world. “How did you do it?” Chileana finally found herself asking Carrie her questions, “How did you handle Hunter pushing you away all the time? How did you deal with it all?” “I just,” Carrie said, “I loved him.” She had known she couldn’t change him. That he was a soldier, a protector, first and foremost. He would sacrifice himself for the people he cared for. She had had to learn not to expect more from him than he was ready to give. "People fall in love without reason," Carrie continued, "Without even wanting to." She hadn't meant to fall in love with Hunter, just like Chilly hadn't wanted to fall in love with Dietrick. "You can't predict it," Carrie shrugged, "That's love." Chileana nodded reluctantly as she looked over at Lira and Dietrick. They had stopped kissing, but they were still locked in an embrace, staring at each other as if they only had eyes for one another. It made Chileana want to be sick, while at the same time, she felt an envy she had never felt before swelling up inside of her. “Do you love Dietrick?” Carrie asked, putting her hand on Chileana’s shoulder, and looking at her dejected face. “I don’t know,” Chileana sighed, “I think I do.” As she continued to watch the two of them she felt the knife in her heart driven ever further inside, and twisted more and more. If this was what love felt like, if this was what love was, Chileana didn’t want anything to do with it. It hurt too much. Prompt: Potatoes! I love potatoes!
"What are we eating for dinner?" Dietrick asked. "Potatoes," Cariden sulked. Potatoes were his least favorite food. "Potatoes?" Dietrick's face lit up at the thought. All the food here had been so weird, it was nice to have something he recognized, and especially something that was a particular favorite. |
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