Li stood at the threshold of his home, his long, thin nose wrinkling at the scent of iron filling the air. His heart thumped erratically against his ribs, his mouth going dry at the eerie stillness of the living room. Toys were scattered all over the floor, blocks lined in a row, just like Timmy would have done, except --
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Except it was past bedtime, and the toys were still /out/. )
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Thanks. <3
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It's unfortunate that I have forever ruined knife-throwing for myself, but you executed that bit so much more skillfully than I was able to do. I definitely envy your ability to write actions and motion fluidly.
<3 <3 <3
Now give me an amazing last-minute idea.
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Thank you. <3 You have nothing to be jealous of, though. =p
And I don't think I executed it any better, it's just that these two characters lend to a more serious tone than Calla and Devin. ;) And god, you SHOULDN'T envy that, because I sometimes think I overdo the actions. xD
<3 <3 <3
Tryinggggg. :D
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You did an excellent job of communicating Li's desperation here; as well as his escalating sense of horror--he knew what had happened, but he put off believing it as long as possible.
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Thank you. :) I was stretching myself a bit; I haven't written something like this in quite a while.
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Love that twist of him being a water-person and it being his sister dragging him back. Love the portrayal of her darkness, very creepy and magnificent, love that interpretation of her wanting to make herself his world by killing all those in her path, stunning.
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Thank you. <3 <3 <3 I love Jordine, and she always had this really creepy streak, but I hadn't explored it in so long... So I'm glad that all of these things worked for you. :)
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