#c: kelran stillgleam

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find the word tag

tagged by @jmhwritesstuff, thank you! my words are silver, ivory, ornate and bitter. picking from my (very) roughly 'finished' nanowrimo draft for this.

no-pressure tagging @saltwaterbells @memento-morri-writes and @morganwriteblr with the words creation, permanent, complain and perfect

silver

After glancing around to be sure he was alone, he untied the straps and drew back the wrapping, and his breath caught in his throat. Armbinds. Long leather sleeves sewn with silver thread, the laces ended with smooth, silver caps. He ran his fingers over the leather, inhaling the fresh scent—they were beautifully crafted, every inch exquisite. He felt an indent at the base of the sleeve, and paused. Beneath his hand were embossed letters, exactly the same as the ones on the end of his leash. R.V. He pressed a hand to his mouth. At that moment he would have traded the binds, his leash, all his toys—his collar—just to have Rizeth’s hand in his again.

ivory white

Elian’la was a sliver of moonlight poured into pure white silk. She stood with one hip cocked, her leg partway out of the high slit up the side of her skirt, all woven around with criss-crossing silver thread. There was the hint of a smile at the corners of her darkly painted lips, but not much of one.

ornate elaborate

There were a dozen or so people by the punch table, and no wonder: the ice in the bowls evidently bore Ashenivir’s favourite punishment enchantment, and icy air wafted in almost a haze from them. A pile of cushions nearby held a sprawl of guests in varying states of undress, and Mara was perched on the edge of the table, fanning herself with an elaborate creation of varicoloured feathers. The second she saw Ashenivir she leapt up with a squeal.

bitter

“You haven’t told him, have you?” Kelran cursed under his breath, a fluid string of vulgar Elvish. “Rizeth Velkon’yss I am going to string you up by your bloody ankles. What the Hells are you playing at?” “I can’t say it,” Rizeth said, not looking at him. “Every time I try, I—” He shook his head, a bitter laugh on his lips. “Am I cursed, Kelran? I can rewrite the Weave to my whim, I can recite every major theory of magic from the past six centuries, I can spout the most wicked filth whenever he asks it of me, yet those simple words elude me.”

Obedience taglist: @foxboyclit @belovedviolence

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heads up 7 up

tagged by @ahordeofwasps, thank you! once again using nano to play tag game catch-up, i present you with (slightly more than) 7 lines from Fic Book The Second:

The idea did not appeal. “I will consider it.” “Which means you won’t. Listen, my friend, of all people I know why you’re acting like this, but I’ve told you once, and I will keep telling you until it finally gets through that abnormally thick skull of yours: stop letting what happened with Elian’la control your life. Ashenivir is not her. Don’t convince yourself this is over before it’s even started.” “But I—” Kelran held up a hand. “I don’t want to hear it. You’re a damn good wizard, you’re a damn good Master, and you are capable of being a damn good partner, if you can get your head out of your ass long enough to realise it.”

no-pressure tagging @zmwrites and @morganwriteblr

obedience taglist: @foxboyclit (ask to be +/-)

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9 for the ask game!

hi katie!! ty for the ask, welcome to the unexpected obedience party

so i have been working on finishing the last part of the third draft of my current fic-novel today (by which i mean, draft three is done!!!) and i’m hyped about it, so this ask and all the ones for this wip game will. probably be about that. exciting!!

9 - What is your favorite dialogue you’ve written so far?

since i have this question in like four asks, i’m gonna pick a different bit for each one, so for you my dear i give you yet more Kelran (because apparently this man gets all the good lines):

“If I don’t meddle, you’re going to sit there until your boy shows up to this perfectly platonic luncheon, and pine yourself away into a miserable puddle of ooze some poor street cleaner’s going to have to mop up.” Kelran dropped his chair back down with a thunk. “Tell him.”

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1, 9, 20, 21 for the "talk to me about what I'm currently writing" ask game, please! (hi space!! <3)

~Morri (@memento-morri-writes)

hi morri! ty for the ask

so i have been working on finishing the last part of the third draft of my current fic-novel today (by which i mean, draft three is done!!!) and i’m hyped about it, so this ask and all the ones for this wip game will. probably be about that. exciting!!

1 - Give a 5-word summary of this chapter/fic.

Pining Wizards Finally Confess Feelings

9 - What is your favorite dialogue you’ve written so far?

Ohhh, that’s hard. For the whole fic, there are so many good ones, but I’m gonna go with the one that sticks in my head the most which is:

“If you want to be the one to run the only functioning dungeon on the Sword Coast, be my guest,” Kelran said, archly. “My House, my rules.”

20 - Share 3 images that would fit to a mood board for this chapter/fic.

so i’m not at my computer rn because I’m at my beta’s house, so rather than three, please have this moodboard i made ages ago for Obedience in general, cause it’s The Vibe regardless:

21 - Share 3 songs that would belong on a playlist for this chapter/fic.

for this fic:

Ill And Getting Worse - Rosegarden Funeral Party (specifically the line, ‘oh, I’ve got too much invested in this for it to be wrong’)

Love Me Like You Do - Ellie Goulding (is the soundtrack to this chapter, this fic, this ship. my heart)

Good Enough - Evanescence