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#oh and earlier someone poured wine everywhere hence the red puddle IT IS IRRELEVANT
achilleid · 3 years
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I hit 40k words for Epyllion and I am still on a roll.
Reached a new turning point. There are several minor conflicts and resolutions that build up to the MAIN conflict, but we are nearly there.
A quick excerpt of the most recent conflict. Bullies gonna bully. Tagged: @wickerring @ladywithalamp
I left the dance floor breathless, coming back to the table for another drink. A girl in a white gown, laden with pathos colors was ahead of me and she politely passed me a flute from the table so I would not have to risk the swarm.
She grinned at me and placed her hand on my arm.
“Go to the spire. You want to see the lights.” she said after I had taken several sips of the drink. My thoughts felt prickly and I could see something shimmering on the surface of her skin.
Why did I want to go to the spire again?
The lights.
Oh yes. The lights. I smiled and swept out of the room, glass still in hand. It was no hard thing to find the staircase. There was still a puddle of red wine on the floor, sticky and strong smelling as I passed up the iron cast stairs up towards the top of the lounge.
On the uppermost floor there were several great windows, open to reveal the splendor beneath. Fireworks went off nearby and I hurried to the open balcony to look at them. I drank from my glass again. I drank until nothing was left and even after, I still felt compelled to keep bringing the empty flute to my lips.
My arms felt heavy. My sphere flickered like dying coals in my chest. I felt dizzy again. Why was I here?
The lights.
The voice in my head was not my own, but it was no longer the voice of the pathos girl at the table either.
I turned to face Ires, not certain why my hands trembled.
“I did not think you would fall for the same ruse twice, Moravek.” she said, her voice a coo, “Did no one tell you? You should not accept drinks from strangers.”
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