find the word tag
tagged by @ahordeofwasps, thank you! my words this time are waver, win, warp and wrap
no-pressure tagging @digitalsatyr23 @mjjune and @eccaiia with the words bronze, climb, shimmer and wake
claws has somehow surpassed 20k now completely by accident, so here are some horrid words found in my horrid wip:
waver(ing)
It doesn’t take much more than that for Vivien to do as he says. Rainier licks his fingers clean, and it has the same effect as last time—hungry eyes fixated on him like nothing else in the world exists. He could get used to that look.
“Bathroom’s back out in the hall,” he says. “Middle door. Go clean up and I’ll order us something—you like Chinese food?”
“I love it,” Vivien says, his eyes not wavering for a second. Then he blinks, like he’s coming back to himself, and scurries off, snatching up his discarded jeans as he goes.
win
And what other truths will be contained within those sacred pages? Vivien sits cross-legged on his bed, turning the vial of ichor over and over in his hand. The black ooze strains towards his fingers with each turn, a slow chase it can never win; not unless he lets it out.
warp & wrap
nothing for warp, but lots for wrap, so have two of those:
Rainier’s morning starts with three missed calls from his sister, evolves into the wrong coffee—twice—and wraps up with an unscheduled meeting with Grand Magus Riess at the godforsaken hour of eight fucking thirty in the a.m. He sips his elaborately incorrect latte and tries to look like he got more than four hours sleep.
“Messing up your night,” Vivien says. He’s got the fingers of one hand wrapped tight around the opposite wrist, like he’s trying to hold it together. He’s hunched in on himself, and Rainier’s been around enough guys like him to see the dysphoria twisting his posture. He reaches out and tucks Vivien’s hair behind his ear, exactly the way he did in the car.
“You didn’t mess up my night.”
Those eyes; god, they’re the blackest pits he’s ever seen. They’re deer eyes, prey eyes, and there’s so much naked hope in them it almost makes Rainier feel sorry for him. But this sweet little thing might have stolen his stolen ichor, which means feeling sorry isn’t an option. Not until he knows the truth.
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I liked snow a lot more before I bought a house, now I just live in fear of my pipes bursting again.
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AU where Rex has a secret kid during the early days of the war and he gives them to the Jedi temple because this is war and he’s a soldier, he can’t raise the kid or keep them safe. But he sees them whenever he has leave and takes them places and he makes sure they have a happy childhood with him still in it. His kid knows he’s their dad but no one else knows. Everyone always wonders where Rex sneaks off to when their on Coriscant but he’s too good and looses anyone who tries to follow him. After order 66 he races to Coriscant to try and find them praying their not dead with the rest of the younglings. He didn’t find her there but he found out she was still alive and was being trained into the empires ranks, which is the last thing he wanted for his baby. It takes a few years but he tracks her down and rescue me her, by now she’s 11 but it seems she got a little of her dads execrated aging because she looks more like 17. But he knows that’s his kid, she looks just like him, sporting blond hair she prefers to keep buzzed because like her dad, she’s practical and has sensory issues, aside from that she is missing a few teeth because she loves to spar too rough and gets into fights with other cadets. She can act like him too, straight to the point, cunning, reckless, a little bit too confident for her own good, never half asses a job, always on the move, and ready for action. But anyway, the main point of this au is that when Rex brings his kid back home where all the brothers he’s rescued are (spoilers this is also a no one dies au too) and their like umm Rex who’s this child that look a lot like you and he’s like well umm meet my kid, aka your niece that I’ve been hiding since the beginning of the war haha and there like ayo Rex wtf and Alpha 17 is there because I said so and he’s PISSED that Rex didn’t tell him he had a kid.
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Cool one-liner from chapter 2 of "Devourer of Souls" that I just wrote:
"Sometimes I feel... that my soul is made of oil [...] and all others are made of water. Or maybe my soul is made of nothingness. But whatever it is, I feel that I'm made of something different than the matter that makes up this world."
(tag list: @wildswrites @little-mouse-gardens)
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