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Hard to say if he's running towards his future or from his past.

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My OC had his heart stomped on by his last relationship. He was told they were his soul mate and he believed it.

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Flirting is so easy.

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And I believe that should be enough.

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Typical interaction between my characters.

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It was a house party on the beach and Leif was very much interested but the audio is almost too perfect for my current wip.

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https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZT875CYRV/

Quinn's not good at expressing his feelings, but that's okay he's got a fool proof method for dealing with them.

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What my other main character sees when he says good morning to Leif.

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Any other writers out there that want to take breaks from their wip but still want to be working towards their goals or thinking about how to improve their craft, this is my go to podcast to play while I get other tasks done. It's engaging, educational, and easy to digest.

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I am easily influenced by Saltburn

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What my other main character sees when he says good morning to Quinn.

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I'm a sucker for these little moments

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Some of the vibes in my current wip

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He shows me how to work his two in one washing machine, which is also a dryer, built into a linen cupboard made from a refurbished china cabinet. I wonder if he made that himself? Then I’m on my own.

I’m about to start stripping when there's a knock on the door. I pull it open.

“I forgot about your wrap, let me take it off. Your wing should be fine for a few minutes, I’ll rewrap it when you get out.”

“Oh, right.”

I have to briefly close my eyes and psyche myself up. It's fine. He's already seen them. There's no need to get defensive now. Pulling my shirt over my head, I drop it to the floor and step forward. Leif doesn’t move for a minute. Why is he looking at me like that? He’s tied his hair back and he changed his shirt in the few minutes we were apart. He looks fresh, his eyes are more alert. The memories of the last time we were this close to each other pops into my head. Before the werecats showed up. Before he found out about my wings. We were dancing. Only a few hours ago. He was just a cute guy at a party. It was fun. The first few notes of Lunar Moth play in my head.

“Is that that song you like?”

“Hm?”

Oh. I was humming. I do that sometimes. When I’m tired, I mime out conversations I’m having in my head or hum… sing sometimes. Gods, that’s embarrassing. Rubbing a hand over my face I say,

“Yeah, it’s stuck in my head.”

“It’s a good song.” Leifs throat bobs as he reaches out and feels under the edge of the bandage.

My heart starts beating a little faster.

“Can I check your vitals?” He asks.

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This is Quinn, the main character of the modern fantasy romance I'm working on.