writingmoth · 2 years ago
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Characters Out Of Context
tagged by @isabellebissonrouthier (thank you!)
rules:
include one character quote — of your choosing ⁠— from each chapter of your wip(or as many chapters as you'd like).
give absolutely no context, save for what's between two parts of an interrupted sentence, should that occur. you may mention who said it.
have fun, no pressure!
tagging: @author-a-holmes @little-mouse-gardens @ anyone else who wants to play!!
for ANTISNOWWHITE:
these are from a VERY rough half-finished first draft i wrote almost 4 years ago. story has changed a lot since them but here's my chaotic child valerian (other characters are too irrelevant in this draft tbh. which is why this version of the story died halfway through it):
ch01: “I know who I need to see,” he whispers and turns to the wolves. Seven pairs of cunning eyes stare back at him, shimmering like divine stars in the night.
ch03: I didn’t open that door by mistake, he thinks, knowing Medra is listening. I wasn’t lost. I was never lost.
ch04: I was raised by wolves, he thinks. I can do anything.
ch06: This is the end of one world, Valerian thinks, and the beginning of another.
ch07: “My name,” the rightful heir to the throne says, “is Valerian.”
ch08: Valerian snorts. “She has always had a flair for the dramatic.”
ch09: Valerian shrugs.. “You will have to, it seems. But you will have my heart. If I don’t tell you,” he smiles. “Put a knife through it.” Again, silence. Valerian arches another eyebrow. “Well?”
ch10: Valerian, though, stopped listening after their second sentence. His face lightens up. “A village, you say? And new clothes?” He smiles and it’s the first genuine, happy smile Ira has seen from him so far. There is no malice in it, no mischief. “There must be many people living there, doesn’t it? Even so far from the capital?”
ch11: The grin widens. I’m coming, mother.
ch12: Valerian shrugs. “Works fine for me.”
ch13: Valerian’s smirk widens. “I’m pleased to disappoint.”
ch14: “Don’t worry,” Valerian says. “I can deal with a bit of cleaning.”
ch15: “But you wanted him to die,” Valerian continues. “It’d be so much easier, would it not, if the one who destroyed so much and killed so many, died from his wounds? He would become a tragedy. A sad tale vosteyans would repeat for years to come. But,” Valerian can’t stop the anger from bleeding into his voice. “He just wouldn’t die.”
for FANTASY ROMANCE WIP:
my plan for fantasy romance wip is to have rowan as the only pov character, but ironically he hasn't said a word in the ~2k words i've written for the story so far lol so here is few choice words from other characters:
ch??: The faerie yanks him up, hand going yet again to his throat. The black horse advances and the god glances at him for the first time, only for the shortest of seconds, but it is enough to send a shiver of fear down his spine. The faerie is still talking, their words barely registering for Rowan; I found him, he is mine, he came outside, why are you denying me what is mine, the mortal is mine, mine, mine…
cheating a little, but the first words of loifa aka the god of the forest aka the love interest:
ch??: Rowan’s mouth goes dry. The rider’s voice is quiet, but sharp, and the first forest buckles under its weight, its reverie slowing to a crawl. Once again, Rowan can’t make out any words, but this time no meaning reaches his conscience and he is left in the dark, listening to the heavy tone of the god he has feared his whole life. The horse steps forward and the forest flinches back, a wave of whispers spilling from its new epicenter, and those Rowan understands. Anger, resentment, fear, and, below it all, a resigned, bitter, almost blind devotion.
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