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Reflections

Canon. College days. Pierre x male Avery.

Ink drips on the empty page spread under my idle pen. The inky dot stark against the white paper, taunting me with my lack of focus. I clench my jaw as my traitorous eyes slowly return to the window, rivets of rain streaming down the glass, blurring the darkening sky and college grounds below. Peering past the gloomy scenery outside, I lock onto the view reflected within the classroom. 

My pulse speeds at the clear reflection of Avery further within the room, hunched over his desk. Illuminated by the flicking candle next to his identical blank notebook, his pen discarded long ago. 

Avery plays with the small flame, his fingers catching the warm glow as he mindlessly dances his fingers over the heat surrounding the candle. Propping his head up with his other hand, his head lolling as he huffs through pouted lips. The flame dancing within his half lidded eyes.

My fingers twitch with the involuntary urge to mirror Avery, to feel the heat of the candle on my desk, warm my fingers that have gone cold from where they hover frozen above my forgotten book.

Avery fidgets in his seat, losing interest in whatever entertainment his candle was providing. Gaze lazily flickers around the room for someone else to bother with his distractions, but only finds others with their noses in their books, scribbling away with a focus that Avery is hard pressed to find. A focus that I should have, but find that I’m yet again letting myself get distracted by him.

His gaze settles and that infuriating spark returns to his eyes. Heat rushes up my neck as I realise who has the unfortunate luck of catching his attention. I tense, still locked on the window’s reflection even as the side of my face tingles under the phantom touch of his roaming flame licked eyes.

Avery pushes back from his desk, languidly hanging off his chair with an infuriating growing sardonic grin. 

“Psst… Moreau.” Avery whispers raucously. “Moreau. Psst. Oi-“

I pointedly ignore him, scowling at the window, praying that he would shut up.

“I know you can hear me.” I needn’t see his pestering face, his voice quivers around his smirk, but the sight riles me all the same. “Quit playing cute and stop ignoring me.”

I turn from his reflection and cut a look to his simpering self, the flame winking more vibrantly within his eyes here.

“What?” I snap. 

“I’m bored.” 

I scoff. 

“That’s really too bad.” I sneer.

“Come on, Pierre. Entertain me… please~.” 

I freeze, my stomach warming. I violently push down the feeling that hearing him say my name invokes.

“I’m not your personal jester. Go bother someone else.” 

Perhaps that clown that follows you around like a puppy. I turn away, glaring at his reflection instead.

“Why would I do that when I’ve got you.”

“Cet imbécile ne sait pas quand se taire.”

Avery blinks.

“Aww. I love you too.” He gushes.

“That wasn’t what I was saying at all.” I deadpan, agitated by how I find myself turning back to look into his twinkling eyes.

“Keep telling yourself that. I don’t need to know French to understand the language of love. And that, Monsieur… was a declaration of love.” He places a hand on his heart. “I felt it, right here.”

“Si seulement il ne pouvait pas parler.” I mutter.

The door slams, startling us both, Avery almost falling out his chair. 

“Moreau and Sinclair, why is it always you two?” Our professor bemoans.

“Come on, Sir. Don’t act like we’re not your favourites.”

The student next to Avery groans.

Avery shrugs. “Sorry, the truth hurts.” 

Our professor can only sigh in exhaustion, having long ago grown used to Avery.

I return to my empty page, staring down at the lone ink dot, determined not to let myself become distracted again. My hand drifts to the candle of its own accord, my cold fingers brushing over the flames heat. 

It’s heat tantalising within the cool room, despite the looming risk of being burnt, I keep finding myself drawn back to it.

My gaze inevitably flickers back to the window’s reflection, where Avery animatedly chatters his seatmate’s ear off.

Heat crawls back up my neck, a warmth that I quickly label as hatred. 

Anything to avoid being burnt.

~

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Kaput

It’s just my luck that when I was on a roll with finishing up the first chapter for The Grand Tour my computer loses its ghost.

I’m not sure if I can get it fixed or not, but on the bright side I don’t think I lost too much.

So until I get that sorted I’m just gonna write some short prompts, some will be canon and some not so much.

Hopefully this way I don’t lose too much momentum with writing and I’ll be able to introduce the ROs and show the difference between male vs female Avery.

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Historian MC?!?! YIPPPEEEEEEE ＼(≧▽≦)／

YIPPPEEEEE! 😆

I was definitely of the same mind when I realised that I could indulge my nerd brain and take a deep dive into some historic mysteries. …and it also gave me an excuse to go on a book haul, brought out the big guns for this one 💪

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Hiiiii Maxxi. I kinda love the idea for the grand tour. I just have one question. 😇

Probably for now... i shall continue to ask loads, especially if i like an IF apologies in advance.

But please please pleasssseee tell me MC isn't genderlocked for that IF 😭😭

I just didn't see anything about being able to choose. So i was wondering.

Oh, and welcome, i see your blog is fairly new. I hope you get loads of views and good luck with the writing! 💕

Hi 👋 Thanks for the ask. I’m very new to this and in my excitement to share I kinda forgot to share all the relevant information 🥲

I’ll update the post when I’ve released the first chapter which will be coming soon.

The main character isn’t gender locked but the Ros are. Their appearance and personality is also somewhat locked, depending on their gender.

Thanks again for my first ask 💕

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The Grand Tour

Interactive fiction novel.

Demo: First chapter to be released soon.

You play as the main character, Avery Sinclair, a young historian who has been invited to travel across the continent to join their younger brother; John Sinclair, on his coming of age grand tour. Avery jumps on the opportunity to excavate and uncover the hidden history behind the bronze age collapse. Thrusting their journey into a pleasing combination of business and pleasure.

On the tour the Sinclair siblings are accompanied and chaperoned by the bear-leader; Thomas Clark, his fiancee; Willow Button and Avery’s best friend; Landon Harrow. On their travels, Avery runs into a couple familiar faces from their college days, reigniting rivalries that they believed were left to the past.

Will Avery be able to uncover the hidden history lost to time, or will they become distracted as unexpected romance blossoms during their tour? Can Avery juggle this tantalising mix of business and pleasure? Or will hearts be broken across the continent in their wake?

Romantic tropes of each route; Landon Harrow ~ Friends to Lovers. Thomas Clark ~ Friends to strangers to lovers. Willow Button ~ Forbidden romance. Pierre Moreau ~ Rivals to lovers. Love triangle ~ Landon and Pierre.

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The White Raven

An interactive fiction novel based on the books The Chronicles of Prydain.

This is just a little side project to help me better improve my writing as well as getting myself used to the whole choice coding. So I’d love some feedback and any tips you can give, but please don’t be too harsh, I’m new to writing and I’m a sensitive little bug. ♥️

Only the first chapter is out at the moment.

Demo.

Updated: 23rd of August 2024.

Warnings; death, violence, kidnapping, blood, gore, explicit language.

Synopsis.

Taran is an orphan who lives on a farm with his mentor, the ancient enchanter, Dallben, the retired soldier, Coll and the oracle child, Branwyn. Taran longs to be a hero like the ones that he reads to young Branwyn, but is forbidden from wandering too far from the farm. He is cautioned about the dangers that lay beyond the safety past the forbidden forest, of a sinister warlord set loose, serving the evil Death Lord. His wish is granted as his dreams of adventure comes true, but if this life as a hero all that he’d dreamt it to be? Or is he in for a world of disappointment and disaster?

Thank you for your time.