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Alright guys, so I'm starting to post this on AO3 to give myself some accountability. Hopefully this will put me back on a writing and posting schedule. Probably won't be as rigid and regular as I had with Spiral and Diving, but dammit, I'm going to try.
'Close to the Vale'
Rating: M. //. Chapter 1 of ??? //. Words: 1,367
Chose not to Use Archive Warnings, cause I'm going to give myself room to discover as I go. Alcoholism/drinking is abundant.
Things are not as they seem in Marsden, Pennsylvania. After personal tragedy, and a few contentious encounters, Faith Lochren found a comfort in being alone at local dive bars and balcony overhangs. Found contentment in ignoring the outside world to live with the echoes of her past. But all things come to an end, and when an out-of-state couple shows up in town searching for their missing brother, she reluctantly agrees to help in their pursuit. Delving into the seedy underbelly of the town once more, Faith and her companions find themselves inserted into a mysterious conspiracy that threatens to change the world as they know it.
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Find the Words...
... (and the theme)!
Dangerous game you're playing @mrsmungus, tagging me in this. I can hear the train whistles in the distance, and feel the vibration in the tracks... Gotta get my ticket ready, I suppose.
The rules are simple - find a sentence, or excerpt, that includes the words you're given and paste it in, and include a link to the finished story of you want. But honestly, guidelines at best - do what you want.
My words to find: honey, calm, trust, shimmer, darkness, fall, crime, portable, stain, crisp.
(It's not a slam, but I heard honey crisp apples shimmering in the darkness of a calm fall night, and I'm stubbornly sticking with the Autumn theme.)
No Pressure Tags: @imagine-you @cxttlefishcxller @asirensrage @athenswrites (don't feel the need to join in if you don't want, but saw your writblr post, and figured I'd send you one) And of course, sending this right back at you, @mrsmungus. Tag, you're it.
As always - OPEN TAG - if you'd like to join in!
Your words are: White, Cold, Snow, Frost, Ice, Gloves, Hat, Cocoa (or Tea), Blanket, Snuggle/cuddle (or any variation of this)
Excerpts below the cut...
I only have a small amount written ahead for my original story WIP 'Close to the Vale', so most of this will probably still be from the 'Wonderland' fanfiction series ('Something Like a Spiral' and 'Just Keep Diving Down'. I'll give Close first priority though.
Honey: (I was worried about this, but apparently my 'Diving' OC Lauffey has a proclivity for using this word. That said, I also found it in a section that allows me to post 'Fuck off, Flagg' and I can't resist.)
While outwardly charming, maliciousness shown through in the minute details on his face. She should have known this was going to be a big game to him. Cat and mouse, it was his favorite. Fortunately, it seemed like the typical roles were reversed at the moment.
"Fuck off, Flagg."
"Always so rude. You catch more bees with honey, you know…"
If she could have kept all her other memories and just erased him, took away everything about this nightmare of a man, well it would have been a tempting offer. The bubbling anger building up inside her was now a known response to interactions with him. Fear was somewhere close behind, though she wasn’t looking to give him that satisfaction anymore.
Calm: (Two chapters down in 'Close' - Not used in connection with who I thought it would be though...)
"You know him?"
The reply was calm and level headed. The same could not be said of the more visible distressed man to his right.
"Please. If– If you know anything that could, I mean, anything that help us find—"
The picture of another younger man was thrust at her. Same raven hair, same chocolate eyes. Slight differences, but clear relation. Brother most like. He had a striking smile, and she would have been charmed if not for the small tattoo on the inside of his left wrist. Plain as day, just as Paul had said. She may not know this particular man, but she knew where he’d be.
Trust: (found in a short section I wrote for farther ahead in 'Close'. This could potentially change a fair deal. First drafts and all.)
“And you were just going to politely ask me to leave everything. My life? My home?! We were only there to look for you, you know.”
“Yeah, I know. Trust me, I fucking know.”
Shimmer: (wow... it's a Flagg day I suppose - pulled this from 'Spiral')
He moved close enough that only inches remained between them, and a chill emanated from his presence. Conflicting to the nature of their conversation, he gently brushed a stray lock of her hair back behind her ear. "I don't need to be your enemy." Despite the chill, his breath was hot against her face, and she braced herself for any attack that followed. But it never came. In a shimmer of smoke, he was gone. Nothing. Emptiness. She let out the breath she didn't realize she was holding.
"But I have no problem filling the role if that's how you want to play the game."
Darkness: (Might as well let him run with it... Another Flagg burst from 'Diving')
She didn't know where it came from, certainly didn't call for it, but sympathy for the man in front of her shook her resolve momentarily.
For somebody with a positive nature, lighter memories are going to pull first. Bright memories to shine through. And there was most likely a larger abundance of them. It's what makes them who they are. Flagg was an embodiment of darkness. What must have happened to turn somebody into this? How does one make a monster such as him? What memories haunted him most?
This paired with Rayna’s lack of delicacy. Ruthlessness.
"I'm sorry."
Fall: (Not the fall I was imagining, but its all 'Close' has so far.)
Once outside the stuffy office, she found herself easily falling in step next to him. Silence dominated the first few feet. To say she didn’t know where to begin was an understatement. When she came here, she hoped to be leaving with these papers, but not under these circumstances. Not through this exact chain of events. That said, she certainly wasn’t complaining about the change in course. Damsel in distress was not her M.O., but if it led her here, it couldn’t be all bad.
Crime: (Not going to lie - very first draft and not even a completed chapter of 'Close' - has the potential to change a LOT. But I did say I was giving this first crack.)
Why wasn't the general public angry? The security cameras picked up a tattoo on the man leaving the building at the estimated time of the crime. A tattoo known to be a mark of the downtown gangbanger shitheads that were a thorn in many sides. A menace in their own backyard. Shouldn't they want a resolution? A safer community?
Portable: (From 'Spiral' again. Flagg is really showing up today...)
Food, drink, frivolity.
Everything was planned out thoroughly. The pavilion was decked out with small lights. A portable generator Glen had found was fired up.
But her mind was on her task: Ad Hoc Committee welcome and rundown on the darker agenda. Find out what Larry knew about Flagg, and fill in what blanks she could.
Stain: (Yup, just letting him take it over I suppose... From later in 'Diving' Also snagged a bonus 'shimmer'.)
“It's over now. Do you think anybody here cares about…" her hands waved quickly about him, highlighting his new appearance. "Nobody cares here. Not about that. But that?" Another movement to indicate at her wounds. To the new red stains on her clothing. "That behavior we do care about, and will not be tolerating, do you understand? This is a place of acceptance. All kinds. And we do not fight our own here."
A shimmer of bright red flashed over his eyes before it fell to the duller shade. The rigidity in his stance faded away. All outward appearances were reverting back to the carefree persona he usually adopted, as if he were unaffected by the actions surrounding him. Actions from those he surely considered beneath him. But he had shown his cards. He cared. And he hurt.
Crisp: (Well now it just feels weird not having Flagg. Pulled from the last section of 'Diving'.)
Her duster was hanging on the coat rack, and she grabbed it before heading back out. So much for taking a breather from it all, not that she had breath to take. The show must go on; best get back to it before somebody started ad-libbing something she wouldn’t be prepared to say yes to.
The night air was crisp on her skin, and she welcomed the cold for a moment. Feeling it on her face was a welcome change from the mornings. Layers upon layers to protect from the hazards of being her. Daytime hours were meant to be her reprieve; she wasn’t built for this nonstop push, but there was little option. Protection was what mattered now. Moving people away, stopping the internal fighting, trying to find what weakness that could be exploited.
The thoughts swirled in her head as she walked the dirt path towards the outskirts, but they didn’t have long to sink in. Rumination ended with an explosion, and a burst of light.
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