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@keilah-h yea basically! @freed_and_redeemed thank you! ALSO HIII!
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"When in doubt, eat cheese crackers."-me to my charries who don't even know about cheese crackers
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now how did I forget to tag Whaley *virtual facepalm*
Lol don’t worry, I’m still reading. đ
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I have a part of another part of a scene (unfinished!)
November listened to the fire as it crackled beneath the mantle. Voices leaked from the door down the hall, raising to shouts before lowering into hushed, frantic whispers. November shuddered at the shadows that danced beneath his fatherâs study door. He didnât know who the men were or what they were meeting about. Heâd arrived home after the meeting had already begun and hadnât dared to interrupt, afraid of the scolding heâd surely receive.
His eyes drifted back to the firewood burning in the hearth, lighting the otherwise dark room in an eery glow. He shifted closer to the warmth, tucking his knees under his chin. The voices grew again before dying down once more. Tugging at his curls, November glanced over his shoulder, wondering who his father could possibly be meeting with at this hour.
AndâŚif it had anything to do with himâŚ
He prayed not.
His nerves had him sweating bullets and his teeth clacking from cold. He squeezed himself into a ball, willing the voices in the study to go away, but they didnât.
He he somehow been caught spyingâŚ? Could it really be called spying?Â
The voices didnât sound like any of Araâs family thoughâŚThey were much too gruffâŚToo unpolished. A bit familiar, actually, from what November could pick up, which made him all the more nervous.
Had he done something earlier that day? In town? NoâŚheâd been too busy.
He bit at his lip, foot tapping anxiously.
His nerves finally got the best of him. He stood, stretching and taking a small step out of the living room and into the hall. The hushed voices began to grow as he made his way to the closed study. Staring at the door he wondering if he should knock and face his father andâŚwhoever else was inside or just head to bed and face it all in the morning.
Fisting his shirt he finally reached out a hand, only for the door to creak open just a few inches, allowing him a view inside. Novemberâs heart stopped, breath catching in his throat as he paused, hand mid-knock. He lowered it, positioning himself to peek in, a single blue eye staring into his fatherâs study.
He shouldnât be doing thisâŚthis was so not a good ideaâŚ
ButâŚhe couldnât bring himself to not take a peek at what was happening. To not listen into the whispers of conversation.
The room was full of men, scraggly and bearded, most farmers and fishermen, a few craftsmen and some younger men who were still getting footing in AâGrend. November recognized most of themâŚhad had some not so great run-ins with a few. Others, he couldnât name, but had seen around town.
âYou sure about this Riven?â
âYa, this is a big thing yer talkinâ boutâŚâ
November sucked in a tiny breath as he caught sight of his father at the corner of the room. He stood high above them all dressed in one of his black vests and white tunics, tucked into a well-fitting pair of slacks. He lookedâŚregal. Mighty even, compared to the low-worn, dirt-covered workmen that filled his study. His slick dark hair and darker eyes roved the room, meeting each of them before landing on the doorway for a moment.
November ducked, afraid heâd been caught, but his fatherâs voice soon spoke up, allowing November room to breathe again and return to his spying.
âTrust me, all will be well. This isnât our first meeting about this matter, and if you remember, I told you last time that the issues brought up greatly outweighed the cost of failure.â
The men murmured in agreement.
âI think the manâs right. We need a change. Things ainât been right for a while now. You all see it, I canât be the only one!â One man spoke up. Some agreed, though a few muttered their fears.
What were they talking about..? Change�
Did this have something to do with Ara? Was this what his father meant about helping her family?
âHey!â A voice run out like a shot. Novemberâs body froze. âAinât any of you fools been listening? This man has vision! At least heâs actually doing something! You men are just sitting at home all day on your rears getting old! Weâre the ones who are gonna have to deal with this kingdom if change doesnât come!â
Novemberâs grip tightening on the doorframe as the voice continued to speak, stomach twisting into knots. His blue eyes peered into the room, widening as he caught sight of the brown-haired, slippery young man whoâd spoken.
NoâŚ
No, no, no, noâŚ
Why was he hereâŚWhy was he in his house?!
November took a step back, eyes wide. He gasped as his foot slipped and he hit a table in the hall, knocking a vase onto the floor, shattering it. He covered his mouth, shaking as the door of his fatherâs study burst open.
Blue eyes met dark, hazel ones and a cruel smile lit the opposing manâs face. He leaned against the doorpost. âWellâŚI was wondering when youâd show up. Didnât know Riven had a little spy.â
Novemberâs heart caught in his throat as Callan stared at him and then glanced at the pieces of porcelain covering the floor. âThatâsâŚunfortunate.â
November shrunk as his father appeared at the door. He looked down at the floor and then at November, eyes unmoving, no emotion displayed besides disappointment. His lips pulled into a thin frown as he placed a hand on Callanâs shoulder.
November swallowed as he stared at the contact.
âNovemberâŚâ His sonâs name died on his lips, as if he wasnât even sure what to say. The men in the background seemed to be whispering again, some chortling, others shaking their heads, as if embarrassed for Riven.
November blushed from his ears to his neck, staring at his feet. He clenched his fists, eyes welling up with tears.
NoâŚhe wouldnât cry.Â
âCallan, would you please help November clean up this mess?â
November jerked his head up, eyes wide with a mix of fear which quickly changed to awe andâŚjealousy at the look his father gave the other young man. Why did he look soâŚaffectionate towards himâŚ? Like he was his ownâŚ
November bit his lip, anger overwhelming his embarrassment. âI donât need help,â he spat out.
Riven looked at him in shock, blinking. âIâmâŚsorry?â
November swallowed, realizing. Heâd never really spoken against his father before. He shook his head, eyes wide. âI-Iâm sorry, I mean-â
Rivenâs eyes narrowed. He sighed, shaking his head. âJust get this cleaned up.â He walked back into the office, but not before giving Callan a pat on the shoulder, making Novemberâs heart drop. The ginger quickly turned away, refusing to let the other boy see the small tears fall from his eyes.
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So is Riven actually more fond of Callan than November (poor guy, he doesn’t deserve it) or is he just shaming November by making it obvious that he prefers another boy to him?
"When in doubt, eat cheese crackers."-me to my charries who don't even know about cheese crackers
oh nar!!! *chews lip*
I was so nervous reading that. XD Things are not looking good for November or Ara.
I think my heart literally stopped when Callan showed up. I had to escape the forum for a moment before coming back to finish reading it. XD *shudders* Once more, fantastic villains. I loathe their guts.
You have listened to fears, child. Come, let me breathe on you... Are you brave again? -Aslan
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