#wip : memoirs of nhymisa

[awhisperinthenight]

a moment before disaster in my wip memoirs of nhymisa

Jo reopened her eyes a few seconds later and her gaze fell on the red carpet. Except, there had never been a red carpet in their appartment. And it wasn't a red carpet. It was blood. Her breath hitched.

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Jo rouvrit les yeux quelques secondes plus tard et son regard se posa sur le tapis rouge. Sauf qu’il n’y a jamais eu de tapis rouge dans leur appartement. Ce n’était pas un tapis rouge. C’était du sang. Son souffle s'arrêta.

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✨, 🗯️, 💬, 🐱, and 🤝 for this ask game, please? thank you ^-^

What's one totally unique thing that sets your WIP apart from other stories? It was created by me, and that's what makes it different. No one can create the way I can. What do you think is the most divisive or controversial aspect to your WIP? I don't think there is anything divisive about my WIP, but I do write about drug addiction, and that's always pretty controversial. Share your crunchiest bit of dialog, include zero context.

"What the fuck are we doing here?" "You tell me, this was your idea." "I don't even know how we're gonna pull this off. If we pull it off." "You better hope we pull it off, otherwise it's curtains for us."

Design a representation of your main character using this specific picrew: (This is an as-yet-unnamed character that I want to create a story for. It would be a fantasy wip)

Share a favorite WIP from another writeblr: One of my fave WIPs write now is an epic high fantasy story by @awhisperinthenight! It's called Memoirs of Nhymisa, and it is so cool! I've been blessed to see it from day one of its creation and I'm so excited to see where it's going to go! You can check it out here

[awhisperinthenight]

okay, im posting it!! drawing of my oc : jo owen

[awhisperinthenight]

Bathroom (part II)

Around the corner from the shower, she saw a Shadow. And not one of those banal shadows, the ones that exist because of lights and obstacles, no. Shadows she was very familiar with, having seen them many times in her life. A dark, motionless Shadow, right there. Sometimes they looked like what she called them; blobs of shadows with no definite shape, just there in the corner, cold and silent, their invisible eyes fixed on her. But other times, like now, the Shadows had humanoid forms.

This one, in particular, had long, slender legs that dangled from its body, and its twisted arms clutched tightly to the ceiling, its claws sunken in. Most of the time they didn't have eyes - only deep black holes - but this one did, blood-red eyes, fixed on Jo.

Still frozen, Jo hoped the hallucination would go away soon; she wanted to take a shower, she was cold, hungry, and she wanted to try to get at least an hour more sleep. The hallucinations didn't last long; a few minutes at the longest and a few seconds at the shortest. Only a few moments of terror to pass. Fast, cold and petrifying. She was used to it. It would pass quickly. It had to.

(part I is here)

[awhisperinthenight]

Bathroom (part I)

Jo waited a moment, eyes half closed, head tilted, to adjust to the sudden change in light. Then she raised her head.

The bathroom was small, smaller than the one Jo and her mother had lived in before. The walls and floor were covered with white tiles, clean but yellowed with age. A tiny sink and toilet, a mirror mottled with dark spots and broken at the top right corner. A shower barely big enough for one person, housed in one of the corners of the bathroom, the curtain a dubious colour at the bottom. All lit by the fluorescent light of the neon sign fixed above the mirror. It flickered occasionally. Jo didn't know if it was her own imagination playing tricks on her.

Her gaze fixed on the mirror, on her reflection; she looked like nothing. Her black hair was matted, her eyes were bloodshot, contrasting with the paleness of her irises even more so. Her eternally present dark circles were even more accentuated in the strange light of the bathroom. She sighed. When was the last time she'd had a good night's sleep - had she ever had one, really? She shivered. Maybe she should have worn something warmer, instead of shorts and a t-shirt. She shook her head, as if physically dismissing the thought, and turned to the shower to draw its curtain… And she froze.

Oh no. Not again.

[awhisperinthenight]

making jo take decisions that contredict themselves is so funny. shes lying to herself and everyone else. poor baby.

she takes the risk of opening the door to save lysandra while she knows the bad guy is also behind it, but she wont take the risk to go out and search for a zoe's brother whod been kidnapped by mentionned bad guy?

no sense. love it

[awhisperinthenight]

Griff knew Jo was dangerous. He knew that. He had fought alongside her through numerous battles, and they had come out victorious more times than not. He had seen her fight, her movement almost blurry and mortally precise. 

Jo with a blade ? Dangerous, yes. Like he said, he knew that. But it really struck him when he saw her use magic for the first time. It had been a shitty day, they had lost a few of their people, and a group of Demons wouldn’t leave them alone. And Jo had just exploded.

She had put herself between Griff and the Demons, then opened her arms in a sharp movement. Raw bright magic had poured out of her, creating a wall, tall and thick, protecting them from any enemies. Lya had sworn at the sight and Griff had been speechless.

Magical barriers had to be created thanks to runic rituals, could take days and needed multiple magic wielders. Jo had done it in a mere clack of a finger. She had looked like a Goddess, energy wild and cracking around her, like lightning, her veins shining under her skin. The Demons had been pulverized by a wave of her magic.

It had been all done in a minute. Griff had been impressed to say the least. And he knew now, really understood, how dangerous Jo could be. How lethal, and powerful.

[awhisperinthenight]

Bathroom (part IV)

Slowly one of the Shadow's hands came off the ceiling, then the other, and it dropped silently to the floor at the back of the shower. Jo forgot to breathe. This shouldn't be happening, it wasn't normal. The shadows stayed still and disappeared after a few seconds, never, never in her nineteen years of life had they moved.

Fortunately, they had never touched her. She had never felt their touch, and that proved that she was crazy, that proved that they were just hallucinations. The absence of touch made the illusions unreal, so no real threat. Right? Only in her head. She had no reason to be so scared, she was in no danger, so why were all her instincts telling her to run away?

"This isn't real, this isn't real, this isn't real."

As her body was completely paralyzed, her heartbeat panicked and her breathing cut off, Jo watched the Shadow, as the Shadow watched her in return. It slowly moved closer, one small step at a time, cautiously. It was the first time Jo had seen one so close, and contrary to what she thought, they were not made of shadow. "I named them incorrectly."

From a distance, the aura they projected looked like shadow, or at least mist or black dust, but with this close proximity, Jo picked up on a detail she'd never paid attention to before: the shadow seemed solid.

(part I here, part II here, part III here)

[awhisperinthenight]

Bathroom (part III)

They were only hallucinations anyway, hideous Shadows straight out of a nightmare that she was seeing because two neurons in her brain had decided not to connect. She just had to stay still. Not to forget to breathe, even though all her muscles were hardening and she felt like she was suddenly under three tons of water, breathe and wait. Wait for the Shadow to leave so that everything would be okay again, and not to think about it again. Until the next hallucination.

So Jo stood there, both hands on the edge of the sink, her body turned slightly towards the shower, her eyes on the Shadow. All she could hear was her heartbeat - fast, but not alarmingly so, maybe she'd avoid an anxiety attack tonight - and her breathing, also fast, but still under control. She tried all the time to be as quiet as possible when a Shadow was near her, when it was a useless reflex, they weren't real, why would they hear her?

But she had learned to trust her reflexes, so she did it anyway. And it wasn't hurting anyone, and who could judge her? No one saw what she saw.

A noise. Her muscles went rigid again, her eyes focused on the Shadow's again… It had moved. "Since when do they move, these shits?" thought Jo, her heartbeat definitely going too fast now.

(part I here, part II here)

[awhisperinthenight]

"oh, i'm sorry."

"sorry? you should be kneeling, begging for forgiveness, darling."

"i'm not going to do that."

"shame. you'd look good on your knees."

[awhisperinthenight]

"my dear daughter -"

"i'm not you daughter. i'm not your anything."

[awhisperinthenight]

Cold

Jo hated the cold. It reminded her of the Demons. Of her time passed in their dungeons. The darkness, the freezing nights and frosted chains. Winter was not her favorite season, and snow could go fuck itself. So no, she didn't like it.

But she also noticed that there was a different kind of cold. Not the one she hated, which was freezing to the bone and paralyzing.

Another one. A softer one.

It was a cold Jo started recognizing as Zoé's. It was the chill of an early morning before a summer day, crip and clear. It was the cold side of a pillow during a too warm night, and it was the iced hand on a the forhead during a fever.

This cold, Jo minded a little less.

[awhisperinthenight]

Lake, part II

And so, after climping the soft slope of the hill, settling everyone and their supplies at the bottom of some thin trees, Jo ordered Lya to take care of putting up the camp, while she and Griff were going to explore the abandoned building. Jo had wanted to go alone, but Griff had insisted, as usual. So the two of them left, going down the other face of the hill, curiously not invaded by the gold flowers that were on the opposite side.

The grass was high, reaching up to Jo’s thighs, and only up to Griff’s knees. Tall bastard. As they arrived at the end of the slope, Jo looked up and took the time to really observe her surrouning. The lake in front of them was rather small, yes, but she still struggled to see the other end of it, as it was covered a bit by fog. The water was still and dark, making her think that the body of water was deep. All around them were the plaines, long surfaces of grass, with thousands of colored flowers and plants, but almost no trees, and the low hills let her see the Mountains far away, even if they were covered by white clouds. The wind was blowing softly, moving nature around.

The place was gorgeous, and yet, Jo felt something heavy settle in her stomach.

(part I here)

[awhisperinthenight]

Lake, part I

Lya arrived in a light jog, her long red hair swaying in the wind. She was going down the hill, which was covered in golden flowers, where Jo had sent her to watch the surroundings of the plaines. Jo hadn’t like having to stop in such an open place, but they didn’t have a choice. Their companions were tired, hungry and they had a few wounded  that couldn’t move fast anyway.

So the decision to spend the night on the height of a hill was taken, Jo deciding to send a few Vampires up there first, checking for safety, hoping no Demons were following them. But as she watched Lya slow down, she seemed unworried, so Jo relaxed. Just a bit.

Close enough to be heard without yelling, Lya started talking : “Nothing weird or Demon-like on the horizon. Although there’s a small lake just down the hill on the other side, and a sort of small Temple or barn at the edge of it. It seems abandoned.”

Jo nodded, but before she could say anything, Griff intervened. “Maybe we could stay the night there?”

Lya scrunched her nose, and added : “It’s too small for all of us to go inside, so I don’t know.”

They both  turned towards Jo, wanting to hear her opinion. She still wasn’t used to leading, to people waiting for her orders. It felt weird, but it seemed so natural from the rest of her companions. But she had something to say, anyway.

“I don’t think I’m comfortable staying at the edge of a lake. It’s fewer ways to escape, and because of the building it’s an obvious place to check. But maybe we should see what it is from closer, just to be sure.”

[awhisperinthenight]

random quotes from my ocs

"not to be mean, but what the actual fuck?"

"oh c'mon not again"

"wow, i'm surprised this worked"

"well, that's done. what next?"

"if you keep talking, i'm going to punch you in the face"

"oh i'm not going to like this"

"i'm getting tired of this"

"we can do it slowly or quickly, you choose. either way, i'll get what i want."

"as you can see, i'm covered in blood, so can i take a bath before we talk about politics?"

"that wasn't my fault... for once"

"did i fuck it up? oh... oh no i didn't, shit it's working too well now"

"i know i'm your friend, but i'm your leader as well, so when i order you to do something, you obey, understood?"

"so... i made a deal with a god... again"

"oh gods... we're fucked"

"before doing that, i'de like to win a war, if that's alright with you"

"look, i'm sorry, actually, no, i'm not"

[awhisperinthenight]

"you know i was serious about helping you wash off this blood"

"yeah... that stuff stains."

"it does. it stays forever."