Hey Hi!, Not even going to make a separate section for my ROW80 check-in today. Not a lot to report there, just same old, same old, steady progress. Taking the kid to Dave & Buster’s in an hour. Maybe the chaos of the place will wash over me and I’ll find my brain transported back to the cozy of my story worlds where words just wash over me.
I’ll also bring my art supplies, since I started a new drawing and would like to refine that some.
That’s about it. Onto the….
Sorry for the long entry today. You know how you sometimes get to that point where things just “feel right” before you need to transition to the next part of the scene? I was one paragraph away from that here, until I realized I could just add that paragraph and get the date as my maths.
So, here you go, 16 sentences for the 16th of January from my Jayce and the Wheeled Warriors fanfic Beyond Ice Queen.
‘Listii didn’t feel like explaining to Brüan’s son yet again why he was coming out of her room naked.
Taking slow, cautious step by slow, cautious step. Touch in with toes, lean in, settling on the ball of the foot, ‘Listii never fully placed his weight on one foot for long. A hint of a rustle in the carpeting might have marked his passing. The doors to the bath and the hall closets may have made some noise as he opened them though he held the latches an knobs from clicking back into place. He couldn’t hear himself though and figured he was safe.
He resisted surrendering to the frustration that threatened to break free of his training as he slipped from room to cabinet to box and corner nook and only managed to find a towel to wrap around himself beyond Qorith’s robes. Beyond running a finger over the cloth a few extra stokes, ‘Listii left them as his friend had the day he’d died.
Sparing a glance down the hall he’d just left at Kainan’s room, he noticed the glow of the boy’s reading light flicker as the youth walked past his door. ‘Listii slid to his left and grabbed the handle of the apartment door. The knob clicked under his hand. Down the hall, Kairun opened his own door. Careful to not let in too much light from the barrack’s hall, ‘Listii eased himself out, quickly wedging a ball of the towel corner into the latch plat before closing the door behind him.
He waited the count of twenty then nudged the door, cracking it enough to hear the sounds of water running from Brüan’s bathroom. In the line of light from the hall, he finally saw the few folds of black cloth and gold braid laid out like a tease on the back corner of the sofa. ‘Listii weighed his chances, then darted in and grabbed up the pile. After not doing more than step into his breeches, he snuck back out with the rest of the pile under his arm.
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