It’s still the 4th where I live, so this still counts, though it’s another late post! Writing felt like it was going at a decent pace but it still took me a while to actually reach my goal. Marina continues to entertain, though soon I’ll reach the point where I plan to switch to a new character POV! We’ll see how it goes.
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Then there was the mask. Even with the cowl off and all the light available on it, it still rested on his face like a piece of the night sky was affixed to him. Marina found herself staring at it, at the way it fit so perfectly to his face, almost seemed to move with him, despite having no visible method of staying there. In the light, she understood the aura of the thing.
That mask was a curse. She couldn’t see the source, but she could see the weavings of magic like a tightly strung net, stuck to him like some kind of leech.
Some folks out there approach the gods in their tenacity. And among them all, none could break the heaviest curses.
Had he been traveling all this time looking for a cure to whatever that curse did to him?
Late post today, but I did make my goal! Y’know, eventually. More exploration of Marina and her new friend today, as well as some environment setup. Unfortunately I started a story that involves some moderate flirting … which is why the writing was slow today. How does that even work? It’s a mystery I’m not prepared to solve. The excerpt will not be featuring the flirt attempts, as I am still unsure if they really work like I want. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
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Cloth bundles sat out on her table, only a few feet away from her mussed bed. They imposed a certain weight on the cluttered room, the only things really out of place if she were to put much thought into it. She didn’t want to be around when the intended recipient of those parcels came around to get them. It was the same old routine – she would be out of the house long before her mum arrived to collect the offerings. She didn’t have to weather an awkward, cloying conversation about how she had chosen to live her life.
The room itself acted as a testament to that old argument. Was she truly doing what she was meant to? Did she need to put so much work and energy into her self-taught magic? Becoming a witch came with sacrifices, mum always said. Would it be so bad to change her mind about what she wanted to do?
“Yes, it would,” Marina mumbled as she finally squirmed her way out of her quilt. She rehashed the same old argument in her head; she didn’t do it as frequently anymore, but it just figured it would creep in while she was simply trying to enjoy the sound of a gentle rain.
I had a slightly late start to the writing efforts today, but I made good progress and maintained a good pace anyway. Today Marina decided to pick a fight with a god. I’m proud of her for that.
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A small glass of sparkling water in hand, Marina marched over to the corner table. She felt like marching, anyway, though she had to drift around the cluttered, crowded tables. For once, she wished for nothing more than a straight line and a clear path to her goal.
Still, he didn’t seem to notice her approach until she was practically upon him, and she slammed the sparkling water onto his tiny table in front of him.
He didn’t flinch, but looked up quickly enough that he couldn’t hide the widening of his eyes, half-shadowed as they were in his cowl. Marina didn’t give him much time to formulate a response to her startling arrival. “This here is what you determined I was worth today,” she told him. “Nothing more than a child’s portion of fizzwater. Perhaps you’ll get more entertainment out of it, but personally, I’m hoping it leaves you a bit queasy. It’d serve you right, acting all high and mighty and then showing yourself here.”
It begins – I am not sure if today’s momentum actually reflects how the following days will go, as I hyped myself up for this particular scene. However, I didn’t actually finish the scene, so there’s high hopes! I am so happy to finally get to write these characters.
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At length, he came to her table – or rather, he stood alongside it. Even then, she couldn’t catch a glimpse of his face with the shadow of his cowl stubbornly giving no hints. Marina waited an extra beat, but apparently it was her turn to try to catch this outsider’s attention. He turned, just a bit. She finally caught a glimpse of the shadowed jaw, masculine in its angles and the faint black stubble upon it.
If he wanted to buy anything, he’d already have patronized one of her fellow vendors, so Marina didn’t waste her time on the usual sales pitch. “You after anything, love, or is this a performance piece?”
The stranger paused, then turned towards her more. Odd shadows played tricks on her, kept her from picking out more details on his face besides his mouth. When he spoke, those lips turned up ever so slightly at the corners. “I beg your pardon?”
Marina returned a coy smirk of her own, leaning forward slightly as if she were a schoolmarm handing out an important lesson. “Respectfully, gent, a market isn’t the best place to beg, not in the middle of the day. Are you here to buy, or is the walking around mysteriously a part of a performance for all us little town types?”