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Write Camp Day 1

(Here we go! I'm probably going to be using the prompts to work on my ongoing WIPs, with the intention of posting the snippets containing parts relevant to the day's prompt that I worked on)

Day 1 Prompts

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Prompts: "You shouldn't have run from me."

WIP: The Hunter, the Myth and the Cure

Words: 370 (snippet: 200)

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CW: chained, captured, taunts

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Octavian inhaled slowly and set his shoulders as they arrived at the office door. No weakness.

It's cute how you do that.

Do what? The question slipped out before he realized he was asking.

Erase any sign of exhaustion or emotion from your face and body on a whim. Her silhouette lurked in the shadows between the windows, invisible to all but him. A farce, but a convincing one. She giggled. When I arrive, you won't have to pretend. I've found some runes that do wonders when it comes to the limits of the body.

Octavian had no desire to respond, nor did he have the chance, as Sagon rapped twice on the door before opening it and striding purposefully inside.

No weakness.

Y'know, you shouldn't have run from me. Then you wouldn't be in this mess.

The guards marched him after the scientist, and Octavian fixed his gaze on the man seated behind the desk. I'd rather die than spend the rest of my days in servitude.

Isn't that how you spent your days before you met me?

He ignored her, focusing instead on his current predicament as the guards shackled him to the lone chair placed before the desk.