Friday DE: WiP

[bjornwilde]

It's Friday! Not sure why I'm so excited since my weekend is looking like a bunch of chores. Work it baby.

Share with us, if you'd like, a piece of a work in progress you have. If you don't have one you'd like to share, write a bit of that thing you keep thinking about.

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Something original that's tickling my brain

[bjornwilde]

Wick clutched the rocky surface of the floating boulder and waited for the aether winds to die down. Normally she could have used the wind to power her glide over to her objective, the wind making movement in the buoyant aether that caused pretty much everything to float aimlessly, but the planar currents were just being too unpredictable and turbulent for her to trust that. So she waited.

She wasn’t idle though. No, she watched the other floating boulders and tried to plot their likely paths, as well as chart her path to the godship she was here to salvage for whatever scraps might have survived.

[aberration]

In the series of Star Wars fic I'm working on, I'm on a very minor character from the Darth Vader comics named Aiolin Astarte. So...

But it was the evening of the picnic that Aiolin saw it, the first ship. She'd settled alone on an ancient dock, the only dock on this part of the beach, her legs swung over the side so her feet dangled just above the water. She had been picking at her tracking cuff, trying to jam her soft fingernails beneath the metal - it was dusk, and she knew Miss Nineteen would be coming for her soon. It was when she took a break from her picking, and looked up at the sky. Celanon had no moon, so the only light in the night were the stars, but she saw the way those stars winked in and out. In a flow, like a fish right below the water. She jumped, felt her feet on the dock, and in a few seconds, she was running back to the beach.

"There's a ship," she yelled as she sprinted full-on toward the fire. Miss Ninteen's bright blue eyes glinted up first, and then a rustle around the her. Her parents and aunt were standing by the time she reached them, already looking up at the sky, but Morit stood up too, and shoved at his twin when she came in reach, screeching at her, "You made it up! You didn't see anything!"

Shocked by the unfairness of this, Aiolin gave him a hard shove back, and yelled "I did too!" Morit and stumbled and fell back into the fire pit, but as the flames were artificial, no one paid much mind. Morit rolled to get back on his feet among the orange-and-yellow hololights, as their mother looked down and snapped her fingers, a familiar demand for quiet.

"Miss Nineteen," she said, her voice tense. "Get the children inside, upstairs, and keep them all there. We'll go meet it at the bay."

"Yes, ma'am." Miss Nineteen turned on the children as the adults departed, shivering her plated metal body to shake off the dark beach sand. "Morit, get up and hold your sister. Ait and Myn, fold up the fire. Rena, take the lamp and lead us back."

[bjornwilde]

I'm intrigued! And I love the sibling play here.

[take_that]

Here's a bit from the Genderswap Wrightworth piece I'm working on:

Despite being in a prison holding cell, Iris didn’t look guilty. She looked worried. Scared. Just begging to be saved and taken care of.
Part of Millicent wanted to hate her from the very start.
But she was a professional. And this was someone that Wright cared about.
She still had the badge and jewel sitting in her pocket. Wright, from her hospital bed, had pressed them both into her hands, asking her to defend Iris, and…Millicent couldn’t bring herself to refuse.
She had sat there, by her bedside, thinking just how close she’d come to losing Wright forever, and how much the world needed people like her in the world…
And just how achingly beautiful Wright looked when she was asleep.
She’d taken the badge and jewel, and stepped outside the room, and stood in the hallway, in a daze, for what had seemed like a very long time.