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Semblance of Control | Chapter 1
A/N: First chapter is up! I can't wait for all of you to discover my OC and what she's capable of!
Word count: 1K
Reaching the top of the stairs, the woman takes in her surroundings. She’s one of the first up on the turret, about three candidates standing in front of her now.
Her eyes move to the man in front of her, he’s tall with muscles in all the right places, he definitely spent the better part of his teenage years training to be in the Rider’s Quadrant. The relic on his arm catches her attention, the swirls covering his wrist crawl up his arm, disappearing under his sleeve towards his shoulder. Her own arms are covered up by long sleeves and fingerless gloves on both of her hands.
Another candidate steps onto the Parapet and the line moves up. As the girl steps forward, she glances up again and locks eyes with one of the three riders. His dark eyes look familiar and she furrows her brows almost unnoticeably, she can’t remember where she’s seen them before. It definitely isn’t the man standing before her now, she’s sure she hasn’t seen his handsome face before. His arm also bears a relic, giving away some indication to his heritage. His dark hair blowing in the increasing wind, in her peripheral she sees the storm clouds rolling in. Here’s to hoping it doesn’t hit until after she makes her way across the Parapet.
The line moves up again, she gives a small nod to the rider she has been eyeing and steps forward, focusing on the Parapet. Only the tall blond in front of her remains, she hears him say his name to the roll keeper, “Liam Mairi.”
She doublechecks all of her weapons to make sure they’re secure enough to cross the Parapet safely, something she’s done five times since she wrote down her name at the base of the tower. Two daggers at her belt, along with a satchel with her throwing stars and another dagger strapped to her right thigh. Easily accessed by her dominant hand.
Liam steps onto the covered part of the Parapet, he doesn’t hesitate one second before he’s off.
“Name?” The roll keeper asks her as she steps up to the Parapet.
“Colette Wilder.”
The rider to her right glances to the Parapet and nods in her direction. “Off you go.” Colette closes her eyes, taking a deep breath and opens her eyes again.
Then she steps into the open air of the Parapet, arms wide.
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Colette steps off the Parapet, onto the courtyard, breathing heavily. Heavier than after any other workout she's done before. Parapet was scarier than she had anticipated, she’s not exactly afraid of heights but she is afraid of falling. Might not be a good personality trait for someone who just entered a quadrant where she’ll have to ride a flying dragon, miles up in the air, but it is what it is, right?
She doesn’t remember most of the Parapet because of the adrenaline taking over her senses as soon as she stepped on. Only now it was slowly ebbing away, leaving her out of breath and slightly shaky on her feet.
The redheaded rider next to her, asks for her name and Colette repeats her name for the third time today. The rider jots down her name, claiming her as alive. The rainclouds that were moving in before, finally reach the Parapet, soaking everything in rain in seconds. The rider with the scroll sighs, looking up at the sky and covering up the paper.
Colette welcomes the cold rain, cooling down her flushed skin.
“Congrats, you made it.” The other rider says without any enthusiasm. Yeah, Colette understands there’s not much to be enthusiastic about in a college surrounded by death. While also getting drenched in rain standing around waiting for candidates to pass the Parapet and join that very same college. If she survives until the end of the year, she’ll probably be right here, doing the exact same thing as him.
She gives him a small nod in acknowledgment, before moving on to lean against a wall not far from the end of the Parapet. As she approaches the wall, she recognizes the guy that went in front of her, Liam. She stands next to him, leaving an acceptable distance between the two of them.
The young woman finally gets to catch her breath again, slowly regaining some of her strength after being drained by all of the adrenaline.
“Scary right?”
Colette turns her head slightly to take in the blond next to her, looking him up and down again, seeing his face for the first time. Meeting his shiny blue eyes, she nods, “You can say that again.”
“Wait,” she shakes her head lightly, “you were already halfway across when I got on and I stepped on, like 10 seconds after you.” Her brows furrowed.
He extends his hand with a smile, “Liam.” He chooses to ignore her statement all together.
“Colette.” She takes his much bigger hand in hers, it engulfs hers almost completely.
“Nice to meet you Colette.”
She nods and lets go of his hand. “Likewise.”
Liam pushes off of the wall, “See you around.” With that he walks off further into the courtyard.
Colette nods her head again, now that she’s alone it started to sink in that she belongs to the Rider’s quadrant from now on.
She’s a cadet.
At the mercy of her superiors. And dragons.
Suddenly a woman rushes off the Parapet, a broad man hot on her heels.
Colette lifts her head at the commotion, she raises her eyebrows and cocks her head slightly to get a better view. She sees the woman holding a dagger against the man’s breeches. Impressive.
“Violet Sorrengail.”
Colette straightens when she hears the name coming from the small woman’s lips. While the man pushes past her, Colette catches a glimpse of her face and hair. She turns to the teardrop shaped courtyard and walks away.
She’s not in the mood to get into that sort of drama on day zero of this first year in the war college.
A/N: Let me know what you think in the comments! This will be a Bodhi Durran fanfic, since I've been gravitating towards his character and the votes were pretty close together.
If anyone's interested in a taglist, please comment below!
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an aromantic person is someone who (fill in the blank here) // april 10 2024
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“He who does not trust enough, Will not be trusted.”
— Lao Tzu
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@b0rtney and @ro3emary-blog tagging you guys because I know you both love cats, and this little kitty is so cuuute! 😍😍😍🥰
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Battle against the venin
Violet, Tairn, Liam, Xaden and Deigh - Fourth Wing
Artist: @__alex_oxy__ for @warlock.and.co
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Friendly reminder to always feel free to hit me up in asks for writing- Like especially Phantom Troupe stuff, I’ll eat that up.
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Last night I had a dream where I was filling up my water bottle at a drinking fountain and someone ran over and started to drink out of my water bottle as it was filling up and I got so mad I woke up
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this is so mean but sometimes i see published writing and suddenly no longer feel insecure about my own writing ability. like well okay that got published so im guessing i dont have much to worry about
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I think everyone whose ever done a terrible thing either thought they were doing the best at the time, or simply didn’t care because the consequences wouldn’t effect them.
Says a lot about humanity, doesn’t it?
That we either try our hardest with good intentions, or purposefully do harm purely because we can.
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FREE PALESTINE 🇵🇸.
#Palestinian people deserve freedom and peace#saying that shouldn’t be a controversy#If you think otherwise you’re standing on the wrong side of history and humanity
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#Oh hey it’s the entire message of my new wip#how’d it get here?#no I’m not crying#maybe just a little#okay a lot
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I'm fascinated by how the formatting of different social media sites affect how text is read.
For instance, a line break on Tumblr indicates a new idea.
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fascinated by how "dislocate" seems to be a word used almost exclusively to refer to the misalignment of bodies, or parts of the body, from their proper place. it's distinctly anatomical. you don't say "i dislocated my keys" for instance, even though that's technically a correct and coherent sentence.
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Once upon a time there was a girl who loved you. I don’t know where she went. If you find her again, tell her it’s okay; I forgive her.
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