Ten First Line Game
Ten first lines game!
Rules: Share the first line of ten of your most recent fanfics and then tag ten people. Don't have ten? Not to worry, just share what you have (ignore if you’ve been tagged)
Tagged by @enygma0710 Thank you, darling!
1. Playground Love
Dany was seven when her family left Braavos.
2. Let us live at dawn
They hadn’t seen the sun for weeks.
3. The girl in my story has always been you (with @adecila)
One of the cart’s wheels made a squeaking noise as she pushed it amidst the stacks. Dany made a mental note to oil it later, wary of the irritated glances coming from the people that frequented the library. She tried to ignore them as she placed the books back onto the shelves, lining the spines carefully, but still froze in her steps when she saw his frown.
4. Enter You (with @tomakeitbeautifultolive)
They were right there. Just dangling on the tip of his tongue. He could feel them.
5. All Cops Are Bastards
The acrid stench of smoke rendered it impossible to breathe without experiencing fits of coughing, despite the handkerchiefs and balaclavas everyone was wearing. Shrieks and shouts, the noise of glass breaking loudly, and war-like chants in the distance. No time to think, no time to observe. Only the hand that brandished the truncheon, and the taste of bile in his mouth.
6. In the Midnight Hour
It felt incredible. The fear and terror subsided, leaving his mind free to be washed by a sensation of awe and wonder. The black scales were hot under his fingertips, and the big, intelligent eyes of the gigantic dragon seemed to connect with his very soul. He never felt that scared and happy and whole at the same time before, ever. Jon patted the dragon's scaly snout as he would do Ghost's, hand trembling with reverence. Suddenly, a deafening sound exploded in his ears, scaring the shit out of him. Was he about to become dragon supper?
7. If it’s the last thing I do (with @adecila)
The Red Keep was still at night, the halls and chambers barely seeming to belong to the same castle when illuminated only by the candlelight. Ned appreciated the quiet, the way this despicable place only seemed to become bearable when everyone else was sleeping. But even in the comforting silence of the night, punctuated only by the soft footsteps of some handmaiden, he couldn’t shake the mounting feeling of dread from his heart.
8. Little Winter Rose (with @tomakeitbeautifultolive)
Once upon a time, when stags and lions ruled the seven kingdoms, and the wolves hid the fire in the frozen North, there lived a man. Now this man was easily a hundred years old, if not a full twenty years more. He had been content to live his life in peace and put himself at the service of others, but now, old as he was, he couldn’t seem to feel joy anymore. Tragedy had befallen his dynasty, and now he was the last one standing of his name.
9. The Wrong Impression of the Right One (with @adecila and @tomakeitbeautifultolive)
The evening was like any other, shrouded in a muted darkness gentled only by a few flickering torches along the walls. All was still but for the shadow dancing at his feet, mimicking his every movement, and all quiet but for the faint echo of iron and his restless mind. Sweat beaded his brow, a soreness settling into his arms as he slashed at the dummy again and again, hoping the repetition might dull his thoughts like the sword’s edge.
10. Foreign Affairs (with @tomakeitbeautifultolive)
Meereen was hot as a furnace, the blistering heat making the air dance in waves just above the sandy ground. It was a warmth that Jon had never felt before in his life, a welcome change from the implacable cold of the Wall. Already during his long journey in Essos, he had had to forgo the heavy clothes that were necessary in the frigid North, but now, on his third day in the city, he had finally relented and switched his black tunics for the light-coloured linen ones that they sold at the local market. It’s not like his brothers could see him, anyway, and he would be more useful to the Night’s Watch if he didn’t die of a heatstroke far away from Castle Black.
I think a lot of people have been tagged already, but if someone wants to do this feel free to participare and tag me!
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In the Midnight Hour
Shadows grow longer,
the day is at an end.
Often in the midnight hour,
when weary from the day,
my friend Melancholia comes calling to me.
She is like a wisp of smoke,
that surrounds me,
the disappointment of the day,
stands out like an exclamation
and Melancholia laughs at me.
She taunts me,
telling me these feelings,
I cannot shake.
It seems to put me,
into a powerful trance.
But…
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