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Feel lik im doing a mic check CHECK 1…2…3!! XD
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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 father’s study door. He didn’t know who the men were or what they were meeting about. He’d arrived home after the meeting had already begun and hadn’t dared to interrupt, afraid of the scolding he’d 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.
And…if it had anything to do with him…
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 didn’t.
He he somehow been caught spying…? Could it really be called spying?
The voices didn’t sound like any of Ara’s family though…They were much too gruff…Too 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? No…he’d 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 and…whoever 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. November’s 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 father’s study.
He shouldn’t be doing this…this was so not a good idea…
But…he couldn’t 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 A’Grend. November recognized most of them…had had some not so great run-ins with a few. Others, he couldn’t name, but had seen around town.
“You sure about this Riven?”
“Ya, this is a big thing yer talkin’ bout…”
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 looked…regal. 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 he’d been caught, but his father’s voice soon spoke up, allowing November room to breathe again and return to his spying.
“Trust me, all will be well. This isn’t 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.”
The men murmured in agreement.
“I think the man’s right. We need a change. Things ain’t been right for a while now. You all see it, I can’t be the only one!” 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?
“Hey!” A voice run out like a shot. November’s body froze. “Ain’t any of you fools been listening? This man has vision! At least he’s actually doing something! You men are just sitting at home all day on your rears getting old! We’re the ones who are gonna have to deal with this kingdom if change doesn’t come!”
November’s 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 who’d spoken.
No…
No, no, no, no…
Why was he here…Why 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 father’s study burst open.
Blue eyes met dark, hazel ones and a cruel smile lit the opposing man’s face. He leaned against the doorpost. “Well…I was wondering when you’d show up. Didn’t know Riven had a little spy.”
November’s heart caught in his throat as Callan stared at him and then glanced at the pieces of porcelain covering the floor. “That’s…unfortunate.”
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 Callan’s shoulder.
November swallowed as he stared at the contact.
“November…” His son’s name died on his lips, as if he wasn’t 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.
No…he wouldn’t cry.
“Callan, would you please help November clean up this mess?”
November jerked his head up, eyes wide with a mix of fear which quickly changed to awe and…jealousy at the look his father gave the other young man. Why did he look so…affectionate towards him…? Like he was his own…
November bit his lip, anger overwhelming his embarrassment. “I don’t need help,” he spat out.
Riven looked at him in shock, blinking. “I’m…sorry?”
November swallowed, realizing. He’d never really spoken against his father before. He shook his head, eyes wide. “I-I’m sorry, I mean-”
Riven’s eyes narrowed. He sighed, shaking his head. “Just get this cleaned up.” He walked back into the office, but not before giving Callan a pat on the shoulder, making November’s 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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#ProtectSebI use AI! I started using It after my dad and others started using AI to help us with church lessons and such. I use ChatGPT for that, but I have one specifically for writing I use. I mostly use it to help with outline stuff and ideas for scenes and editing scenes and such (and its always complimenting me which is a huge boost to my ego XD)
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#ProtectSeb@ellete-giselle OMGGGG THAT IS SO AMAZING!!!
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#ProtectSeb@hybridlore will someone have to pay for it tho? I’d hate for someone to have to do that…
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#ProtectSeb@esther-c same….I reached a bit over 700 and kinda stopped ROFL I have another scene I should be writing but uhh…kinda lost steam XD
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#ProtectSeb@esther-c ROFLLL Bruh frrr like freedom was on and I said hi and now she’s gone XD
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#ProtectSeb@koshka @freed_and_redeemed so total I’ve got a little over 700 words. I’ve written in two scenes (started two scenes basically lol)
I know the scene I kinda wanna write next buuuuut I’m struggling to start it (starting is always the hardest part for me….and then going until it’s finished ROFL) But alsoooo it’s another November and Riven scene and I keep feeling like im bullying November XD XD But I also really love writing my baby lol
So far I’ve written for Ara today
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#ProtectSeb@freed_and_redeemed YAAAY HI!!! We’re always on when the other isn’t onnn so yayyyy!!!
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#ProtectSebI HAVE GROUPME!!! I use it for work lol!
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#ProtectSeb@koshka it’s going good! I’m happy to be writing again (:
So far I’ve got over 300 words rn gonna try to write a few more
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#ProtectSebsooo is anyone on rn?? XD @loopylin @keilah-h @koshka @elishavet-pidyon @whalekeeper @freed_and_redeemed @esther-c
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