guardian sequel spoiler
I'm working on Guardian again! Or rather, working on its sequel. Yep. I've decided that Guardian is done, and every loose end that was left unstitched in Guardian will be resolved in this untitled thing. Yes, that means Mr Clarke's case, those few Guardian/Mages who escaped the Coven before its destruction, the Harry/Hermione-Harry/Ginny-Ron/Hermione dilemma of like hai Harry and Hermione calling their silly buoy engagement off, and... Tom Hopkins. Ah, Tom, you were but an asshole of a background character who liked to piss off our very own Gin and I'm sure no one really understood why Harry was friends with you (ngl, I didn't either until the big reveal about that double agent), but you sure grew on me in those few last scenes. Nevermind the fact that you're now just as bad as you were when the journey started, but I get you now, so we'll see what happens in this thing :)
The rumble began through the long hall of rest cells, walls shivering and groans racking the structure. All around, startled gasps and voices talking in hurried tones. What’s going on? they asked in subdued voices. Can an earthquake get to us? They didn’t want to scare the newer recruits down the hall. I dunno, was the collective, loaded silent reply. No one knew. No one had been here long enough anyway, and the Elders or older Guardians were nowhere to be seen and could not be asked.
With the second series of dangerous groans, Clara Cole finally put down pen and paper - stowed them underneath her cot - and gingerly stood on already battle-tautened legs, blinking away any residual beginnings of sleepy weariness. There, she listened, compartmentalising the voices and the words, visualising the bigger picture outside.
“It’s starting from the Entrance Hall.”
“We’re being attacked by outsiders!”
“How did they get in? It’s impossible!”
“The Elders blocked out only exit; we can’t Disapparate.”
“What are we supposed to do now? This place is falling apart!”
What are we supposed to do? Clara thought with a clamping of her gut, baffled that anyone would even question what danger meant they had to do. Find a way out somehow or die trying, that’s what, you daft idiots!
Looking around her bare, spartan room, Clara calculated what she truly needed for that and licked her lips when she came to the conclusion that nothing - goodbye letters to no one - would help her get out of the soon-to-be crumbling Coven.
So she ran out the door into the small mass of lost bodies. Move, move, move, she chanted in her head, heading as close as possible to the Entrance Hall from which sounds attacked her eardrums. Taunting, yelling, spells, fear and glee.
Glee?
Clara’s eyes snapped open. Let me pass! she thought in near-despair to the packed crowd refusing to let an inch. It was useless, of course.
So, yes, we're backtracking a bit to the last chapter in Guardian in this scene, but the rest should take place after the St-Mungo's scene and then move forward as planned.
OT. LOL at the mood pic. The music in this scene was so misleading. Bad GG. They needed drunk!sex here, duh.
The rumble began through the long hall of rest cells, walls shivering and groans racking the structure. All around, startled gasps and voices talking in hurried tones. What’s going on? they asked in subdued voices. Can an earthquake get to us? They didn’t want to scare the newer recruits down the hall. I dunno, was the collective, loaded silent reply. No one knew. No one had been here long enough anyway, and the Elders or older Guardians were nowhere to be seen and could not be asked.
With the second series of dangerous groans, Clara Cole finally put down pen and paper - stowed them underneath her cot - and gingerly stood on already battle-tautened legs, blinking away any residual beginnings of sleepy weariness. There, she listened, compartmentalising the voices and the words, visualising the bigger picture outside.
“It’s starting from the Entrance Hall.”
“We’re being attacked by outsiders!”
“How did they get in? It’s impossible!”
“The Elders blocked out only exit; we can’t Disapparate.”
“What are we supposed to do now? This place is falling apart!”
What are we supposed to do? Clara thought with a clamping of her gut, baffled that anyone would even question what danger meant they had to do. Find a way out somehow or die trying, that’s what, you daft idiots!
Looking around her bare, spartan room, Clara calculated what she truly needed for that and licked her lips when she came to the conclusion that nothing - goodbye letters to no one - would help her get out of the soon-to-be crumbling Coven.
So she ran out the door into the small mass of lost bodies. Move, move, move, she chanted in her head, heading as close as possible to the Entrance Hall from which sounds attacked her eardrums. Taunting, yelling, spells, fear and glee.
Glee?
Clara’s eyes snapped open. Let me pass! she thought in near-despair to the packed crowd refusing to let an inch. It was useless, of course.
So, yes, we're backtracking a bit to the last chapter in Guardian in this scene, but the rest should take place after the St-Mungo's scene and then move forward as planned.
OT. LOL at the mood pic. The music in this scene was so misleading. Bad GG. They needed drunk!sex here, duh.