#the lore gremlin emerges /j

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Find the Word Tag

thanks to @ceph-the-ghost-writer for the tag! this reminded me that sls is actually really fun and i should get back to writing it asd;flkj

i'll be tagging @mallthologist @jezifster @writing-and-trying, @juls-writes, @moonlitinks, @aquil-writes, @unholyspaceprophet

your words are: believe, awful, particular, tug, and lying.

my words were: impulse, main, enhance, table, and temperature, and i'll be finding them in seven lovely sins! I couldn't find "enhance" or "table" so I just used some longer excerpts to make up for it ^.^

Impulse

Vice’s parents have always been the bleeding-heart types; they’d take in all the kids in the world, if they could. They never did, but it’s one thing to want to save up enough money to be absolutely sure you could support a second kid no matter what and then go through the entire adoption process, and another entirely to impulsively tell a teen in active danger that he has a safe place in your home.

Vice waits for some form of jealousy or defensiveness to crop up in her chest… but it doesn’t. She realizes she wouldn’t actually mind having Eli around more often. He’s genuinely her friend, someone she almost trusts. She doesn’t want him to take over her entire life… but she does really like him.

And that is horrible for her mission. How is she supposed to say ‘no’ to keeping one of her first friends and getting her parents back? She wants to tell them everything. What could possibly make her want to go back to Hell, when it doesn’t have her parents and it doesn’t have Eli?

Main

Before she’s anywhere near ready, she finds herself in front of NASA’s main doors. The security guards nod her in, and she takes a deep breath as she steps into the elevator, pressing the button to send her up to the human research and invention floor. She counts her steps as she walks down the hall, and she holds her breath as she takes her lab coat off the hook and shrugs it on, and she finally exhales as she swings open the doors to see-

Sienne.

“We are going to be civil,” Sienne hisses, “because we are at work, and Tigh is not going to sacrifice his dream job because of your sick, twisted self.”

“What?” Tu squeaks, not quite comprehending the situation.

“I know what you are,” Sienne says proudly, hands on her hips. “And I have only one thing to say to you.”

“Uh huh,” Tu says, wondering if Sienne’s the type of person to come into work while high. She tries to stand up on her tiptoes and peer past Sienne, looking for Tigh. “And what’s that?”

Sienne moves to block her view, and a big, shark-like grin crosses her face. “Nice fucking try, Jezebel!”

Table

He begins tinkering with a tiny machine part on the table, explaining as he goes. “This is part of one of my current projects,” he says. “It needed a better eximium sensor—wait, you know what eximium is, right?”

“‘Course I do,” she says, because who doesn’t? “But I like hearing your voice, so tell me anyway.”

Tigh’s blush gets heavier, and he fumbles the screwdriver in his hand for a second. “Uh- Right, sure, yeah! So, eximium is the metal that everyone has in their blood. It contributes to your immune system, but also—for a small bit of the population—it activates in such a way as to give you a very malleable sort of magic, or powers. Thing is, eximium is still a metal, which means that we can manipulate it with the right machines.”

“Which is what you’re doing,” she replies.

“What I’m trying to do,” he corrects her with a little smile.