Koshka

@ellette-giselle

I can tell. XD (it is getting pretty good, isn’t it?)

Leo

His smile widened into a grin.

“Any time, kid. I don’t mind.”

Rory looked back at him, a little baffled. Leo just .

“We do need to get home. Although, I think if that creep was going to find us, we’d be got by now. They’re not quite everywhere.” He grinned, then let…[Read more]

@ellette-giselle

Ooh boyyyy…XD

Leo

Broken in a thousand ways. Leo saw the pain. He knew the pain. His heart ached.

“You weren’t born a weapon, Rory. You were made into one. Even if you were separated at birth for training and destruction, you were born a living soul. That’s what makes you sacred. Not who you are, or what you’ve done, or…[Read more]

@elishavet-pidyon

Beautiful. Just beautiful. I love it.

@ellette-giselle

Leo

Dear God. Help me. He knows so little, and I have no clue what to say. He stared at the back of the boy’s head, trying to find the right words.

“No, Rory. He rescues us from Hell. From death and torment forever. The government hasn’t and won’t be around forever. So Rory,” He settled a hand on the boy’s shoulder, brushed the…[Read more]

@whalekeeper

There’s currently an agent outside the church somewhere looking for us that you could probably pound. I locked the church door, but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t have an idea of where we went.

…Or I could drop Leo’s bounty hunter somewhere for you to beat up. That could be fun.

@ellette-giselle

Leo

He paused mid step and looked back at the kid.

Quincy had looped an arm around Rory’s neck, and was reaching out dusty fingers for the glass. He giggled. “Roror, it’s God’s house.”

Roror? Leo smiled, feeling all the tension from the last few hours drain from his shoulders. And not just him; Silvia sank down on a pew…[Read more]

@whalekeeper

Eh, not very far? But also not close at all. I’m just trying to save Rory’s (and now Leo’s) life. XD

@elishavet-pidyon

Lovely. *Nods vigorously*

@elishavet-pidyon

It’s beautiful! I love the almost Ireland fairytale, almost medieval Europe feel. Lovely.

(Also, I hit you with some snowballs, so you could share some more scenes from Golden Song. In case you were wondering. XP)

@ellette-giselle

Ah. Such fun. I love the kid’s reactions. XD

Leon laughed, a knowing expression on his face.

So…what is a knowing expression? Raised eyebrows? A smirk? This is such a vague description that his face won’t settle into one expression. It’s just a blur.

This is random, but I’ve noticed that your characters pray in turns. Is…[Read more]

@ellette-giselle

*Cackles* *Grins*

I love it. Quincy seems good at activating ProtectMode in people. I need to tie that into the book.

Alrighty then.

Leo

The row of hedges ended in another lane. Leo turned up it for a few feet before darting around a large glass greenhouse with a gasped out prayer. He sent a glance over his shoulder.

Rory…[Read more]

@ellette-giselle

Gotcha. We’re either going to an apartment flat, or their ship the Mantis, you pick.

Silvia

Number sequences flashed across her tablet. She stifled a groan. They had a tail.

A drop of sheer terror made her dizzy with the images, the sounds parading through her head. Pounding feet. Sharp metal. Blood.

She sucked in a deep…[Read more]

*has decided to hit some people*

@elishavet-pidyon snowball×2

@raxforge snowball

@liberty snowball

@ellette-giselle

Then maybe it’s a good plan.

Well, the object doesn’t need to be heavy. It needs to leave a convincing imprint on the scene. This the fabric filled sack.

@loopylin

*Exaggerated bow*

Here’s my card.

@mineralizedwritings

Wow. He’s awesome. And delicate in a quiet strength kind of way. I keep coming back just to stare at his wings.

Agreed. Problem is, my hands are too full of snowballs at the moment to build myself one, so-

*dives into Elishavet’s snow fort*

@whalekeeper

Marcely!!!!!!!!

*Sniffle*

*Offers tea and cookies*

@whalekeeper

This is not something I would enjoy doing, but it’s a thing. So here.

1) Get some boots a couple sizes too big, a large overcoat, a pair of gloves, and some blood from a butcher (or kill a dozen or so pigeons).

2) Fill a burlap sack with a bed sheet, linens, ect. Set up the parlor with your typewriter facing a window as if you were…[Read more]

@freed_and_redeemed

Ack! Sputter, GASP.

Fine. I’ll just have to use words from my actual WIP.

A voice broke the peace of the mountain side. “Wonder if they’ll take us this year.”

Zlati whipped around, concentration thoroughly shattered. Flopped a few paces away, Vulka lay in the sparse grass with a grin firmly in place. He rolled over onto…[Read more]