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Six Sentences on Sunday


~*~Each Sunday, post six sentences from a writing project — published, in progress, for your cat — whatever.~*~

From Uncalled For Actions:

“You think this is funny?” Tweedle spat accompanied by more violent shaking.

So many snarky comments fought to break free, but a decade of abuse shut up the urge–his survival instinct kicking in instead. He shook his head, hoping to calm Tweedle with submission.

“Good–you’re smarter than you look. Now back to my sister,” Tweedle said, leaning Gil farther out the window. “She’s young and doesn’t spend much time outside of the family, so she’s understandably overwhelmed when meeting new people.”

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“Thank you, sire,” she mumbled then hurried away, snatching up the discarded tray and mugs from the floor.

Gil watched her go with relief before turning his attention back to the still smug-looking prince. “Why do you have to be like that?” he asked, matching Tarvek’s defensive posture.

“Why did you have to lie?” Tarvek countered.

Gil bristled. “I wasn’t lie-“

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“It’s okay, really–I’m fine.”

“I- I’m s- so sor- sorry,” she stuttered, sniffling. “If you’ll allow, I’ll have your shirt and waistcoat replaced immediately.” Her watery eyes slid up to his as her voice dropped to barely a whisper. “Please don’t tell.”

Gil’s eyebrows shot up under his unruly fringe of bangs.

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He needed to keep away from Tarvek for his own good.

His fingers fiddled with the vial in his pocket as he walked the mostly empty halls of the castle. Poisoning Tarvek for what that crazy Smoke Kight did to him was the opposite of emotional control. It was beneath him as the heir of the Empire, and it would make Tarvek mad, and a significant part of him hated the thought of Tarvek being even more mad at him.

That thought brought him back to the party last night. He touched his lips with a grimace as he remembered Anevka’s kiss.

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He swallowed hard–he hated lying to her, but he couldn’t tell her the truth. “Where is this coming from?” he asked instead. Coward.

She suddenly appeared at his side without a sound, face unreadable. “Answer the question.”

After everything that had happened the last few days, he wasn’t in the mood to deal with this.

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Tarvek rolled his eyes. I don’t care what people are saying about me.”

“You should. Immature, unstable, crazy–just some of the words overheard, and that was just visiting grandmama. You need to be careful.”

Tarvek turned, eyes hard on his little cousin.

Six Sentences on Sunday

sixsentences~*~Each Sunday, post six sentences from a writing project — published, in progress, for your cat — whatever.~*~

From Of Macaroni Art and Making Grown Men Cry:

“We looked it up, and it said that kids make macaroni art for Father’s Day.”

Wash rubs a growing pain between his eyes. It’s typically how all of his conversations go with Caboose. “Caboose, you’re not supposed to cook the macaroni first.”

Junior lets out a string of honks and blarghs. Wash doesn’t need to understand the words to get the meaning—Junior already tried to tell him that.

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Slowly, the familiarity waned, and Gil pulled himself awake, slightly confused when he didn’t find himself in the greenhouse on Castle Wulfenbach. Or with Tarvek laying at his side, toes in the grass.

Just a dream, right.

With a heavy sigh, he sat up, stretching. The sent of wet grass hung in the air still from the open window near the bed.

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More Uncalled For Actions:

“But what?” He fiddled with the buttons on his coat, avoiding Tarvek’s eyes again. He hated being so insecure.

“But,” Tarvek said, grabbing Gil’s hand to get his attention, “too bad we already ate breakfast. It’s not really a picnic without food.”

Gil looked at their joined hands then slowly up to Tarvek’s smiling if blotchy face, relief filling him–maybe he hadn’t completely messed everything else.

Still at home waiting to hear back from my daughter that her labor has actually started. Last I heard, she was still 2cm after half the night. Going to try to get some sleep now.

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More from part 17 of Uncalled For Actions:

“Talk to me, please.” Gil felt tears welling in his own eyes and blinked them away–Tarvek needed him to be the strong one now. “Did I do something wrong again? I don’t understand–you know I’m stupid when it comes to, well, being around people.”

Tarvek shook his head, apparently unable to answer then just walked right past Gil into the small forest. Gil followed a few feet behind, his bloody fingers worrying the edge of his waistcoat.

On a side note… I’m almost caught up with my backlog of sentences for this story. I got horribly behind in March and nearly caught up in April, but never got the last six days done. Then I took all of May off. I now have only two more days from April left to write and then I’ll be into the June sentences which are resetting back to one sentence on the 1st. That should be quick to catch up. I’m hoping to be back on track this weekend (with part 17 posted today).

Of course, my daughter is being induced tonight so who knows when this baby will get here and how that will throw a kink in the works.

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