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[awatercolorbee]

underrated writer alert!!!!! im glad that i found this hidden gem, the plot is plotting rlly well rn

The Wastes

Chapter 2, Scene 1

Kiran POV

They did, in fact, do something dumb.

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"Oh, this is going to be fun." Corin said, the smile audible in his words as he pulled his bat out.

I couldn't quite see what he was looking at, but I had a sinking feeling I knew what it was. My hand twitched, hovering over a throwing axe stored on my back.

"Hey, gamer girl," Corin glanced back at Alise, "go tell the others we had some unwanted guests."

Alise gasped, backing away quickly, "yes- yes sir!"

"You get the one on the right." He said to me, swiftly moving inside.

I sprinted in after him, expecting maybe two or three fiends. But what I saw was Corin heading straight for five fiends, all of which were visibly ready to fight. Each had their backs arched and were hissing at him, the act is similar to when a dog growls at you.

Corin attacked swiftly and with shocking grace. It was almost as if I was watching a bird in flight, no conscious thought seemed to go into his actions. They looked sporatic, but there was a sort of rythem to it. The way he blocked an attack from one while moving to attack another looked almost second nature to him.

What type of person did we just ally outselves with?

I was so mesmerized I had completely forgotten about the fiend Corin had assigned to me. My shock as the thing pounced on my leg was embarrassing in the presence of somebody so skilled.

I brought the butt of my axe down on it's head, knocking it unconscious.

"What happened?!" Raven shouted from the door, Alise nervously looking over their shoulder.

I tried to say something, but my words just ended up tumbling over themselves as they left my mouth.

"False alarm, they're all dead now," Corin responded, holding the unconscious fiend up by it's tail. I almost corrected him, but he caught my eye and winked.

Alise and Raven looked as bewildered as I felt. Alise especially. She had gotten a better look inside than me and must have seen a fiend or two. We aren't quite sure where she came from, but I've met enough people in the wastes to recognize a Paradise Camp reject.

Jacky pushed her way into the room, inspecting the scene carefully. She exchanged a look with Corin, looking at the fiend in his hand and then myself.

It was a completely wordless interaction on a level I couldn't quite understand. They had done it once before when we were doing inventory. Almost as if the pair of them could speak telepathically.

Breaking the silence, Laura stepped forward, "I'm going to go clear upstairs." There was a riffle in her hand, it wouldn't have caught my attention if not for the fact it looked new. I couldn't find any scratches, nicks, or dents along it's entirety.

"I'll come with!" Corin shouted excitedly.

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[awatercolorbee]

From The Sky

part 1

What am I? That’s simple, I’m from the sky, at least that’s what my friend tells me. He says that I have wings that resemble that of a “bird”, yet I look human, just like him.

We sat down one day as he looked through a book that previously sat untouched on his bookshelf. I’ve never seen anyone else in his home before. He flipped through pages upon pages of illustrations with vague descriptions next to them.

“Maybe you’re one of those? It looks kinda like you, yeah?” He pointed to a picture with a five lettered name above it.

I cannot read, the words plastered everywhere around my friend look foreign and strange. He’s told me what many objects are and what they’re used for, but I don’t know how they’re spelt on a page.

Pictures are easier to read though, and what I read on the page does not look like me. It somewhat does, but its wings are far too round and smooth at the edges, and the way it sits on a leaf makes it look small. I am none of those things, especially when it comes to height. I’m much taller than my friend.

“No, it is different.” I finally reply, prompting my friend to give a frustrated sigh.

“Dammit, nothing matches your description! I’ve combed through this book at least twelve times to no avail.” He closed the book with a dull thud. “I knew you being a fairy was a long shot, but I figured that I should ask you anyways.”

I watched as he gave a dejected groan and flopped onto his back, lying against his bed. I awkwardly shifted myself to lay down as well, it would be awkward to be the only one sitting.

“…do I make you angry? You appear upset.” I wrapped my wings around my body to take up less space.

Perhaps I was burdening my troubles onto my friend, and I was hurting him. I don’t want to hurt him. Guilt must’ve been written on my face because he immediately opened his mouth to object. He always said that I was easy to read.

“No no, not at all. You haven’t done anything wrong, and before you say anything, you being here isn’t wrong at all either.” There was confidence in his words and in his eyes, firm yet kind.

A smile wormed its way onto my face, I don’t know why. Maybe it was his words, or the bluntness of his statement, but I felt comforted. Emotions are a perplexing thing.

“Thank you. You’re… you’re a good friend, I’m glad that you’re my friend.” Words seemed to flow out of my mouth naturally, that didn’t happen often.

He smiled back. “Of course. I’m glad that you’re my friend too.”

As if gaining a sudden burst of energy, he shot up off of the bed and stood to face me. I slowly followed suit, sitting up but not standing.

“Come on! We’ve only been searching through one stupid book, there so much more to cover!” The smile on his face was now littered with excitement, it was refreshing from a few minutes ago. “I haven’t even touched the internet yet, and I’m not gonna give up on helping you with your identity crisis.” He extended a hand to help me off of the bed.

Such energy was contagious, especially from him. With a chuckle, my wings unfurled from their timid state and I grabbed onto his hand.

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[awatercolorbee]

hi there! little info about me:

you can call me watercolor, or water or color or bee or a or just the whole name, I’m not picky <3 as my desc said i’m a they/them

ive been writing for a few years and was told about putting my work on tumblr by a friend. my work wasn’t doing much else except gathering dust in my phone storage, so here i am! if the format and stuff looks weird at first it’s cause i’m new to this whole website and honestly socials in general.

other general things:

i don’t have any other socials so if you see my work on another platform it’s not me

i also don’t bite i swear, you can interact with me.

this isnt a blog where i reblog many things. if i do reblog something then it’s likely someone else’s writing that i think you should check out

#watercolor writing - this is my tag for any writing stuff that I post, specific stories will also gain their own tag for easier viewing

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