Moving on...
So, I've already started chapter seventeen of Dark Roses. I've got about the first, oh, two paragraphs down, but I was just wondering what everyone thought. I'm not so sure qabout them, so feedback makes me happy.
It's a filler chap, so the basic plot of it is, well, kind of Calix and Beast becoming friends. And some about Regali's boyfriend. And beginning to clear up a couple of loopholes in the New Revolution (as the movements in Vanderwood and the city are now being called).
So here it is...
Beast lay sprawled in front of the throne in the throne room.
The past few days at the palace had been lazy and warm, the wind still strong outside though the snow had stopped. It was cold on the balconies, in the kitchens, in the entrance hall, hell, it was cold everywhere except the throne room, which was magically heated, the library, which had a roaring fireplace, and Calix’s and Beast’s bedrooms, where Regali had activated the long-dormant spells for the heat. Thus, most of her time had been spent preserving heat in warm places. Calix, she thought, was doing the same, and catching up on all the sleep he had lost while caring for her.
But while time had been boring, slow and lazy in the palace, Vanderwood was bustling with rumors. The stained glass window had been particularly active recently, and Beast had watched with a fascination that startled her. She rarely expressed such an interest in anything, but…
Regali had this stupid idea in her head that this sudden interest was an interest in her new subjects, as she and Calix were ‘so close’ to breaking the spell.
Which was bullshit. Calix was…Calix was…
She wasn’t sure what Calix was but she didn’t love him. He wasn’t quite a friend yet, either, but she didn’t really hate him anymore. She couldn’t hate him now, not after what they had been through.
The memories of what occurred in the clearing assaulted her again, as they had in her nightmares.
She burst into the clearing he was standing in and watched him pick up a branch to fend off the wolves-gods, they looked almost rabid. He it was hard for him to fight them; there were just too many of them, and he was cold and tired, his lips blue, his skin white against red blood.
“No,” she whispered softly. “No, please, no!”
And then she was screaming, her voice cracking, the one word she never wanted him to hear.
“Johan!”
Everything stopped.
Calix turned and her heart flew into her throat.
She didn’t know why she had called his name; Johan had never and would never come for her. He had never loved her, never would. He loved Freira, and they looked well together. She and Johan would have clashed; their eyes were too bright. Freira’ ssteady eyes suited his blue ones much better than her emerald orbs ever could.
And, now that she though about it, she wondered if she would have fought the wolves for him. The wolves were…terrifying to say the least, and they were everything she didn’t want to become. She wanted to remain human, but sin her hundred thirteen years as a wolf she had gained animalistic tendencies she was afraid she would never gain, even if she ever became human again.
To fight the wolves, on their level, as she had, she had thought, would be condemning herself to their level, keeping her an animal, mindless, brainless, nothing but a monster.
But she had done it for Calix, when she had never done, would never do it for Johan.
What did that say?
She swore at the prospect and shook her head violently. She didn’t love Calix! She was just…she was....
And this, she knew was the heart of the issue.
She was a different person than she had been ninety-eight years.
So, yeah. There's the beginning of it. I kinda like it, but I'm not so sure, so tell me what y'all think.
I'm also stuck on a title for the chapter. I'm thinking something along the lines of 'animal' or something, as as you may have noticed, each title kind of sums up the theme of the chapter.
Also, I'm always on the lookout for a better title of the story itself, so if any of you have any ideas, I'd welcome them greatly.
nebulia out.
It's a filler chap, so the basic plot of it is, well, kind of Calix and Beast becoming friends. And some about Regali's boyfriend. And beginning to clear up a couple of loopholes in the New Revolution (as the movements in Vanderwood and the city are now being called).
So here it is...
Beast lay sprawled in front of the throne in the throne room.
The past few days at the palace had been lazy and warm, the wind still strong outside though the snow had stopped. It was cold on the balconies, in the kitchens, in the entrance hall, hell, it was cold everywhere except the throne room, which was magically heated, the library, which had a roaring fireplace, and Calix’s and Beast’s bedrooms, where Regali had activated the long-dormant spells for the heat. Thus, most of her time had been spent preserving heat in warm places. Calix, she thought, was doing the same, and catching up on all the sleep he had lost while caring for her.
But while time had been boring, slow and lazy in the palace, Vanderwood was bustling with rumors. The stained glass window had been particularly active recently, and Beast had watched with a fascination that startled her. She rarely expressed such an interest in anything, but…
Regali had this stupid idea in her head that this sudden interest was an interest in her new subjects, as she and Calix were ‘so close’ to breaking the spell.
Which was bullshit. Calix was…Calix was…
She wasn’t sure what Calix was but she didn’t love him. He wasn’t quite a friend yet, either, but she didn’t really hate him anymore. She couldn’t hate him now, not after what they had been through.
The memories of what occurred in the clearing assaulted her again, as they had in her nightmares.
She burst into the clearing he was standing in and watched him pick up a branch to fend off the wolves-gods, they looked almost rabid. He it was hard for him to fight them; there were just too many of them, and he was cold and tired, his lips blue, his skin white against red blood.
“No,” she whispered softly. “No, please, no!”
And then she was screaming, her voice cracking, the one word she never wanted him to hear.
“Johan!”
Everything stopped.
Calix turned and her heart flew into her throat.
She didn’t know why she had called his name; Johan had never and would never come for her. He had never loved her, never would. He loved Freira, and they looked well together. She and Johan would have clashed; their eyes were too bright. Freira’ ssteady eyes suited his blue ones much better than her emerald orbs ever could.
And, now that she though about it, she wondered if she would have fought the wolves for him. The wolves were…terrifying to say the least, and they were everything she didn’t want to become. She wanted to remain human, but sin her hundred thirteen years as a wolf she had gained animalistic tendencies she was afraid she would never gain, even if she ever became human again.
To fight the wolves, on their level, as she had, she had thought, would be condemning herself to their level, keeping her an animal, mindless, brainless, nothing but a monster.
But she had done it for Calix, when she had never done, would never do it for Johan.
What did that say?
She swore at the prospect and shook her head violently. She didn’t love Calix! She was just…she was....
And this, she knew was the heart of the issue.
She was a different person than she had been ninety-eight years.
So, yeah. There's the beginning of it. I kinda like it, but I'm not so sure, so tell me what y'all think.
I'm also stuck on a title for the chapter. I'm thinking something along the lines of 'animal' or something, as as you may have noticed, each title kind of sums up the theme of the chapter.
Also, I'm always on the lookout for a better title of the story itself, so if any of you have any ideas, I'd welcome them greatly.
nebulia out.